I do not own ALIAS. (That was the disclaimer) Nor whatever song I'm
quoting.
A/N: Sorry for the long delay... I've been away at summer stuff and I kind of, well, abandoned this story for a bit. But! Now that I've got it planned out, it can hopefully be written without too much delay. Thanks for you patience.
Lauren had finished her shopping, and was about to go back to the hotel, when she spotted her mark.
"I should just kill her now..." She thought. "After all, there's no one to stop me, and there's no telling when the CIA may get here. However, my appointment with her isn't until later, and I NEED her intel on Ram-"
Her thoughts were interrupted, however, by the entrance of an MI-5 (A/N: British Intelligence) agent. The agent was heading over to talk to her mark.
"Damn it! Damn, damn, damn!" Lauren thought. "I guess that I'm going to have to move things up a bit."
Heading over so that she could hear their conversation, Lauren was surprised when she realized that the woman the agent was talking to wasn't the same one she needed.
"Oh, la, la. A little post-work fuck, hmm?" Lauren murmured. She left Galleria Vittorio Emanuele II without much more consideration about the matter.
Sydney sat across from Vaughn on the plane. She had found out that they were actually going to Italy for the retrieval of some Rambaldi information.
"I'm so sick of all this Rambaldi crap. Can't we do something a little more, oh I don't know, adventurous?" Sydney muttered.
"You mean being a field agent in the CIA isn't enough of an adventure for you?" Vaughn jokingly asked.
"Not when I'm going after Rambaldi this and Rambaldi that. I mean, really, do they think I give a damn about all of this?" Sydney countered.
"If you don't give a damn they don't give a fuck..." Vaughn replied.
"What?" Sydney asked. "That made no sense."
"Well, neither does half of the damn world, anyway." Vaughn replied.
"Vaughn, surely you've heard the saying that the only difference between fiction and reality is that fiction makes sense, right?"
"Can't say that I have"
"Oh. Well, never mind then."
Suddenly, the plane began to descend abnormally quickly, and the lights were flickering on and off.
"This is you captain speaking. We've lost main power, and the engines are refusing to respond to auxiliary power. I recommend that no one panic, but GET OUT OF HERE AS FAST AS YOU CAN!"
Sydney and Vaughn were the only two, besides the captain and co-captain, on the plane. The co-captain stormed though the cabin and handed the two agents parachutes.
"Godspeed" He said, running back up to the cockpit.
"Well, it's now or never." Vaughn remarked, pulling open an emergency exit door. As he and Syd jumped, a helicopter sped to the descending plane. Two men dressed all in black hopped into the cabin.
"Wonder what that's all about." Sydney thought, pulling the string to release her parachute.
A/N: Sorry for the long delay... I've been away at summer stuff and I kind of, well, abandoned this story for a bit. But! Now that I've got it planned out, it can hopefully be written without too much delay. Thanks for you patience.
Lauren had finished her shopping, and was about to go back to the hotel, when she spotted her mark.
"I should just kill her now..." She thought. "After all, there's no one to stop me, and there's no telling when the CIA may get here. However, my appointment with her isn't until later, and I NEED her intel on Ram-"
Her thoughts were interrupted, however, by the entrance of an MI-5 (A/N: British Intelligence) agent. The agent was heading over to talk to her mark.
"Damn it! Damn, damn, damn!" Lauren thought. "I guess that I'm going to have to move things up a bit."
Heading over so that she could hear their conversation, Lauren was surprised when she realized that the woman the agent was talking to wasn't the same one she needed.
"Oh, la, la. A little post-work fuck, hmm?" Lauren murmured. She left Galleria Vittorio Emanuele II without much more consideration about the matter.
Sydney sat across from Vaughn on the plane. She had found out that they were actually going to Italy for the retrieval of some Rambaldi information.
"I'm so sick of all this Rambaldi crap. Can't we do something a little more, oh I don't know, adventurous?" Sydney muttered.
"You mean being a field agent in the CIA isn't enough of an adventure for you?" Vaughn jokingly asked.
"Not when I'm going after Rambaldi this and Rambaldi that. I mean, really, do they think I give a damn about all of this?" Sydney countered.
"If you don't give a damn they don't give a fuck..." Vaughn replied.
"What?" Sydney asked. "That made no sense."
"Well, neither does half of the damn world, anyway." Vaughn replied.
"Vaughn, surely you've heard the saying that the only difference between fiction and reality is that fiction makes sense, right?"
"Can't say that I have"
"Oh. Well, never mind then."
Suddenly, the plane began to descend abnormally quickly, and the lights were flickering on and off.
"This is you captain speaking. We've lost main power, and the engines are refusing to respond to auxiliary power. I recommend that no one panic, but GET OUT OF HERE AS FAST AS YOU CAN!"
Sydney and Vaughn were the only two, besides the captain and co-captain, on the plane. The co-captain stormed though the cabin and handed the two agents parachutes.
"Godspeed" He said, running back up to the cockpit.
"Well, it's now or never." Vaughn remarked, pulling open an emergency exit door. As he and Syd jumped, a helicopter sped to the descending plane. Two men dressed all in black hopped into the cabin.
"Wonder what that's all about." Sydney thought, pulling the string to release her parachute.