Disclaimer: I do not own ALIAS. I own Catherine.
Vaughn's feet hit the floor, sending shock waves up throughout his body. Motioning for Weiss to follow, he silently headed towards the edge of the balcony. The two men glanced over the railing. Weiss spotted the disc first. Pointing it out to Vaughn, he began to set up the rope that Vaughn would be using to repel down the side of the wall and onto the floor.
"I wonder why it's out in the open like that..." Weiss thought.
Vaughn tied himself to the rope, and prepared to jump over the railing. He stopped, though, when he heard voices coming from a remote corner of the room below.
Weiss hurried to untie the rope from the bar, as Vaughn searched frantically for a place for them to hide.
Down below, Catherine and Sark headed out to the main warehouse floor, just as Weiss and Vaughn jumped behind a crate.
"Shut up!" Catherine exclaimed.
"Why?" Sark asked.
"Because! I cannot believe you are considered the crème de la crème." She replied.
"What are they talking about?" Vaughn mouthed to Weiss, who shrugged in response.
"Who says that I'm the crème de la crème?" Sark asked.
"Good question. Julian!" She exclaimed.
"What?" Sark defensively asked.
"You left the disc without any sort of precautionary measure around it!" She replied.
Weiss and Vaughn cursed under their breath.
"Why is that MY fault?! If I remember correctly, YOU were the one that stormed off, not me!" Sark exclaimed.
"I DID NOT STORM OFF!" Catherine yelled.
"You did to!"
"Liar!"
"I am not! I'm just telling you the truth, dear."
"Shut up!"
"I hate you!"
"How old are you, Julian?"
"None of your business"
Down below, Catherine switched on the lasers.
"Come on, you big baby, we've got to go and work on the *explicit* GPS." She ordered, snapping her fingers and heading off down the tunnel they had exited minutes earlier.
"I still hate you" Sark muttered, following her like a dog on a leash.
When Weiss and Vaughn could no longer hear voices, they cautiously crawled out from behind the crate.
"I told you it was the Covenant." Weiss hissed, retying the rope to the railing.
"They could be working for the aliens." Vaughn indignantly pouted.
Weiss laughed. "Just tie yourself to the rope, and shimmy down it, and get the disc."
Vaughn, after sticking his tongue out at Weiss, reluctantly tied himself to the rope, and had a foot over the railing before...
Vaughn's feet hit the floor, sending shock waves up throughout his body. Motioning for Weiss to follow, he silently headed towards the edge of the balcony. The two men glanced over the railing. Weiss spotted the disc first. Pointing it out to Vaughn, he began to set up the rope that Vaughn would be using to repel down the side of the wall and onto the floor.
"I wonder why it's out in the open like that..." Weiss thought.
Vaughn tied himself to the rope, and prepared to jump over the railing. He stopped, though, when he heard voices coming from a remote corner of the room below.
Weiss hurried to untie the rope from the bar, as Vaughn searched frantically for a place for them to hide.
Down below, Catherine and Sark headed out to the main warehouse floor, just as Weiss and Vaughn jumped behind a crate.
"Shut up!" Catherine exclaimed.
"Why?" Sark asked.
"Because! I cannot believe you are considered the crème de la crème." She replied.
"What are they talking about?" Vaughn mouthed to Weiss, who shrugged in response.
"Who says that I'm the crème de la crème?" Sark asked.
"Good question. Julian!" She exclaimed.
"What?" Sark defensively asked.
"You left the disc without any sort of precautionary measure around it!" She replied.
Weiss and Vaughn cursed under their breath.
"Why is that MY fault?! If I remember correctly, YOU were the one that stormed off, not me!" Sark exclaimed.
"I DID NOT STORM OFF!" Catherine yelled.
"You did to!"
"Liar!"
"I am not! I'm just telling you the truth, dear."
"Shut up!"
"I hate you!"
"How old are you, Julian?"
"None of your business"
Down below, Catherine switched on the lasers.
"Come on, you big baby, we've got to go and work on the *explicit* GPS." She ordered, snapping her fingers and heading off down the tunnel they had exited minutes earlier.
"I still hate you" Sark muttered, following her like a dog on a leash.
When Weiss and Vaughn could no longer hear voices, they cautiously crawled out from behind the crate.
"I told you it was the Covenant." Weiss hissed, retying the rope to the railing.
"They could be working for the aliens." Vaughn indignantly pouted.
Weiss laughed. "Just tie yourself to the rope, and shimmy down it, and get the disc."
Vaughn, after sticking his tongue out at Weiss, reluctantly tied himself to the rope, and had a foot over the railing before...