Disclaimer: I do not own anything that has to do with any original ALIAS
characters. I do, however, own Catherine Rossakoff.
Catherine was still grinning over her dumb blonde joke victory when Sark showed her the "key."
"You mean to tell me that this all-powerful, Sydney-saving, mysterious key is a floppy disc?" She asked in disbelief.
"Yes..." Sark replied. He was nervous, because Catherine was silent for a good thirty minutes before she finally responded.
"What's on it?" She asked.
Sark exhaled. "There're three programs. One will let the CIA download false coordinates to Sydney's holding cell, the other will give them a false code if they do figure out where Sydney is, and the third one will erase all CIA data and send it directly to the main computer back in Los Angeles." He replied.
"Sounds perfectly fine to me. Where exactly is it supposed to be located?" Catherine asked.
"There is an old Alliance warehouse in Moscow that was emptied a few months before the CIA take down. I've had a new alarm system installed, and the disc will be located in one of the old underground labs. There's to be a laser sensor around the disc on every side imaginable, and the only way to get trough the lasers is a special sequence of numbers that will only work if the correct person is entering them. The only way to confirm the identification of the person is through an optic scan." Sark replied.
"You have this all planned out, don't you?" Catherine asked, her grin returning.
"I have to. You would eat me alive if I didn't." Sark replied, mirroring her grin.
"It's nice to know that you know the chain of command around here." Catherine nodded.
"I suppose." Sark sighed. "I suppose."
Catherine was still grinning over her dumb blonde joke victory when Sark showed her the "key."
"You mean to tell me that this all-powerful, Sydney-saving, mysterious key is a floppy disc?" She asked in disbelief.
"Yes..." Sark replied. He was nervous, because Catherine was silent for a good thirty minutes before she finally responded.
"What's on it?" She asked.
Sark exhaled. "There're three programs. One will let the CIA download false coordinates to Sydney's holding cell, the other will give them a false code if they do figure out where Sydney is, and the third one will erase all CIA data and send it directly to the main computer back in Los Angeles." He replied.
"Sounds perfectly fine to me. Where exactly is it supposed to be located?" Catherine asked.
"There is an old Alliance warehouse in Moscow that was emptied a few months before the CIA take down. I've had a new alarm system installed, and the disc will be located in one of the old underground labs. There's to be a laser sensor around the disc on every side imaginable, and the only way to get trough the lasers is a special sequence of numbers that will only work if the correct person is entering them. The only way to confirm the identification of the person is through an optic scan." Sark replied.
"You have this all planned out, don't you?" Catherine asked, her grin returning.
"I have to. You would eat me alive if I didn't." Sark replied, mirroring her grin.
"It's nice to know that you know the chain of command around here." Catherine nodded.
"I suppose." Sark sighed. "I suppose."