Disclaimer: I do not own ALIAS, or Delta, or Area 51, or George Bush (U.S.
President...) thanks for asking, though.
"Michael!" Weiss exclaimed.
"Yeah?" Vaughn asked.
"This is insane! Look, I know that we're on a Delta flight, and the pilots are horribly lousy, but you DON'T need to jump off! Just think about what will happen when you open that door! The air will come rushing in... you know, like that episode when Sydney has to access server 47 on the plane, and the only way to get off is to blast open the window, and then everything goes rushing out... and then we're all afraid that she's going to die because we think she might hit the fan-thingy, and... wait, wasn't there an Area 51 transmission about some Aliens from a sector 47? I wonder if we did anything about that..." Weiss pondered.
"Why would we do something about that? Think about it for a minute, we don't deal with 'aliens.' We deal with TERRORISTS. The two are completely unrelated." Vaughn replied.
"Unless, of course, there are such things as terrorist aliens" Weiss mused.
"Yeah right" Vaughn laughed. "Good one."
"Come on, let's just go sit down and enjoy the flight." Weiss suggested.
"Good idea." Vaughn agreed.
Three hours later...
"Welcome back." Dixon greeted.
"Glad to be back. Say, you wouldn't happen to know anything about that Area 51 transmission we ignored, would you?" Weiss asked.
"Why would I have a transmission we ignored?" Dixon questioned. "That's an idiotic question, Eric."
"Well, you know, I was just thinking... everything that we've ever done has required some sort of dealing with the number 47, and these aliens... well, it was just an obscure coincidence, I guess." Shrugged Weiss "Never mind; I have a report to write up, anyway."
Area 51, Sometime last month...
"Sir, we just received an extraterrestrial transmission from sector 47. The... Maniocs, I believe." A desk officer, Alex Meson, informed his superior, Corporal Mokena.
"Are they hostile?" Mokena asked.
"Um... it says here in a preliminary report that they become hostile only when demands are not met." Alex replied.
"What are they asking for?"
"A CIA agent... Miss Sydney Bristow."
Mokena scoffed. "Ignore it... I highly doubt this is a serious request. Probably the White House again. Bush does have a tendency to play practical jokes. That strange Texas humor I suppose."
Alex placed the transmission in the Maniocs' folder, and then pulled out a cell phone. Checking to make sure that it had an anti-bugging device implanted, he punched in a number.
"Cole speaking" The reply came after several rings.
"This is Agent Meson, with Area 51." Alex informed Cole.
"Okay. Did something interesting come up?" Cole asked.
"A transmission from an alien group on sector 47; They want Miss Bristow, or they claim that they are going to destroy the earth. Preliminary theses state that when this group does not get what they want, they will follow through on their threats." Alex replied.
"Thanks for the call; I'll put someone on it right away." Cole informed him. After that, the line went dead.
Covenant Headquarters; Shortly after Meson's call...
"You're in luck, Miss Rossakoff." Cole said, turning his back on the phone.
"Am I now?" Catherine asked. "I do believe the last time that you told me that, I nearly got ten pounds of lead pumped into my body."
"It's not my fault Julian is an idiot. Besides, you ticked him off." Cole reminded her.
"Next time you tick me off, is it all right if I pump ten pounds of lead into you?" Catherine questioned.
"No, love, not at all. Besides, you're running point this time. He'll answer to you. And, I want Lauren Reed dead." Cole replied.
"Seems completely unrelated."
"It is, on the surface. I'm sending her to work with you on a side mission. I would like you to tell her what's going on, and then shoot her. That shouldn't be too hard now, should it? We all know the two of you hate each other."
"So we do. But, what about Julian?"
"I don't care what you tell him... in my opinion, though, I would place him on a need-to-know basis. That way, he's less likely to shoot you and then run off."
"Lovely sentiment..."
"Isn't it, though?"
"If you don't mind my asking, why do you want Lauren dead?"
"I personally hate the bitch. But, then again, my orders were to have you kill her, so..."
"Oh. Joy and half."
"Thanks! I'll be the joy."
"Good bye, Cole."
"Bye."
Joint Task Force Headquarters; Present...
"I think we're missing something." Jack remarked. They were in the briefing room, waiting for Marshall to tell them what was on the disk.
"Michael!" Weiss exclaimed.
"Yeah?" Vaughn asked.
"This is insane! Look, I know that we're on a Delta flight, and the pilots are horribly lousy, but you DON'T need to jump off! Just think about what will happen when you open that door! The air will come rushing in... you know, like that episode when Sydney has to access server 47 on the plane, and the only way to get off is to blast open the window, and then everything goes rushing out... and then we're all afraid that she's going to die because we think she might hit the fan-thingy, and... wait, wasn't there an Area 51 transmission about some Aliens from a sector 47? I wonder if we did anything about that..." Weiss pondered.
"Why would we do something about that? Think about it for a minute, we don't deal with 'aliens.' We deal with TERRORISTS. The two are completely unrelated." Vaughn replied.
"Unless, of course, there are such things as terrorist aliens" Weiss mused.
"Yeah right" Vaughn laughed. "Good one."
"Come on, let's just go sit down and enjoy the flight." Weiss suggested.
"Good idea." Vaughn agreed.
Three hours later...
"Welcome back." Dixon greeted.
"Glad to be back. Say, you wouldn't happen to know anything about that Area 51 transmission we ignored, would you?" Weiss asked.
"Why would I have a transmission we ignored?" Dixon questioned. "That's an idiotic question, Eric."
"Well, you know, I was just thinking... everything that we've ever done has required some sort of dealing with the number 47, and these aliens... well, it was just an obscure coincidence, I guess." Shrugged Weiss "Never mind; I have a report to write up, anyway."
Area 51, Sometime last month...
"Sir, we just received an extraterrestrial transmission from sector 47. The... Maniocs, I believe." A desk officer, Alex Meson, informed his superior, Corporal Mokena.
"Are they hostile?" Mokena asked.
"Um... it says here in a preliminary report that they become hostile only when demands are not met." Alex replied.
"What are they asking for?"
"A CIA agent... Miss Sydney Bristow."
Mokena scoffed. "Ignore it... I highly doubt this is a serious request. Probably the White House again. Bush does have a tendency to play practical jokes. That strange Texas humor I suppose."
Alex placed the transmission in the Maniocs' folder, and then pulled out a cell phone. Checking to make sure that it had an anti-bugging device implanted, he punched in a number.
"Cole speaking" The reply came after several rings.
"This is Agent Meson, with Area 51." Alex informed Cole.
"Okay. Did something interesting come up?" Cole asked.
"A transmission from an alien group on sector 47; They want Miss Bristow, or they claim that they are going to destroy the earth. Preliminary theses state that when this group does not get what they want, they will follow through on their threats." Alex replied.
"Thanks for the call; I'll put someone on it right away." Cole informed him. After that, the line went dead.
Covenant Headquarters; Shortly after Meson's call...
"You're in luck, Miss Rossakoff." Cole said, turning his back on the phone.
"Am I now?" Catherine asked. "I do believe the last time that you told me that, I nearly got ten pounds of lead pumped into my body."
"It's not my fault Julian is an idiot. Besides, you ticked him off." Cole reminded her.
"Next time you tick me off, is it all right if I pump ten pounds of lead into you?" Catherine questioned.
"No, love, not at all. Besides, you're running point this time. He'll answer to you. And, I want Lauren Reed dead." Cole replied.
"Seems completely unrelated."
"It is, on the surface. I'm sending her to work with you on a side mission. I would like you to tell her what's going on, and then shoot her. That shouldn't be too hard now, should it? We all know the two of you hate each other."
"So we do. But, what about Julian?"
"I don't care what you tell him... in my opinion, though, I would place him on a need-to-know basis. That way, he's less likely to shoot you and then run off."
"Lovely sentiment..."
"Isn't it, though?"
"If you don't mind my asking, why do you want Lauren dead?"
"I personally hate the bitch. But, then again, my orders were to have you kill her, so..."
"Oh. Joy and half."
"Thanks! I'll be the joy."
"Good bye, Cole."
"Bye."
Joint Task Force Headquarters; Present...
"I think we're missing something." Jack remarked. They were in the briefing room, waiting for Marshall to tell them what was on the disk.