Disclaimer: I don't own ALIAS or the H2 (Hummer: giant SUV thing that is a
menace on the road)
A/N: Bet you love the cliffhanger! Say you love it, or else I will maintain pointless CIA banter sessions! Mau ha, ha, ha, ha, HA! Okay, I lie. I hate pointless CIA banter... less talk, more action! (Insert Sydney kicking evil terrorist butt sound effect here)
Marshall rushed into the briefing room.
"We... have... a problem." He gasped out.
"What?" Dixon asked, concerned.
"All of the files on the main network, everything, the hard drive, software, all of it, is being erased." Marshall replied.
"Hate to say it, but..." Jack trailed off.
"You told us so!" The group snapped at him.
"Who am I to deny the truth?" Jack questioned.
"Oh shut up!" Vaughn ordered.
Dixon rolled his eyes. "Marshall, is there anything that we can do about this system failure?" He asked.
"Well, it could take anywhere from twenty four hours to twenty four days... I mean, I've got to figure out where the error was and then use backup codes and back entrances..." Marshall replied.
"Then get started!" Dixon snapped, cutting him off.
"Yes, sir, right away." Marshall replied, running out of the briefing room.
"Maybe it's the work of an evil alien force." Weiss muttered.
"It could be." Vaughn agreed.
It was Weiss' turn to roll his eyes. "Or maybe it's the Covenant... or that incredibly sexy Lauren Reed..."
"My wife, thank you very much!" Vaughn harrumphed. (A/N: Can you believe that's actually a word?)
"You're welcome." Weiss replied.
"Would the two of you stop bantering like lovers? I don't think that this is some stupid foreign film. I mean, just because none of the terrorists we actually fight are American, that doesn't mean you can adopt their culture. It would be ten times easier and a whole lot more honest and trustworthy to maintain the culture of vintage Americana, where no one smoked, drank, or even had sex!" Some random intern dude remarked.
"If vintage Americana didn't have sex, then how did a nerd like you come into existence?" Vaughn asked.
"Science" The intern replied.
"Whatever." Vaughn scoffed.
"ANYWAY!" Dixon yelled, "Since we are completely technology-less, then we're going to have to resort to the old fashion way of doing things- random, pointless, intel gathering missions. You know, pictures, typewriters, all of that stuff."
"There's your vintage Americana." Jack remarked.
"What-ever," The intern dude sneered.
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Two hours later, Moscow...
Vaughn shifted positions. He had been watching a supposed Covenant strong hold for the past half hour.
"I don't think this is going to work." He told Weiss, who was listening in on a microphone.
"Why do you say that?" Weiss asked; who happened to be miles away in a H2.
"No one's coming in, I'm tired of this place, and every joint in my body aches." Vaughn replied, "Explain to me again why we're here?"
"We think that maybe Syd's here, or at least, Catherine." Weiss explained.
"Can we just accept the fact that maybe they outsmarted us?" An unfamiliar voice questioned over the mike.
"Michael?"
"Eric?"
"Nope. Wrong again. You would be. Don't worry, though, it will all be over soon." The mysterious voice gave way to static.
"I wonder what that was all about." Vaughn pondered aloud.
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Inside Covenant Moscow Operations Building, same time...
Amanda Meson, Alex Meson's twin sister, took off her headset.
"Do you think it worked?" She asked her superior, Dominic Nervesky.
"It better of" He replied. "If it didn't, then we're going to have to eliminate them."
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Outskirts of woods surrounding Moscow Building...
"Weiss, I'm coming in. This is freaking me out, and we haven't seen anything. I don't think that they would take her someplace so obvious." Vaughn reasoned.
"Sounds fine to me, come on back." Weiss agreed, starting up the car.
A/N: Bet you love the cliffhanger! Say you love it, or else I will maintain pointless CIA banter sessions! Mau ha, ha, ha, ha, HA! Okay, I lie. I hate pointless CIA banter... less talk, more action! (Insert Sydney kicking evil terrorist butt sound effect here)
Marshall rushed into the briefing room.
"We... have... a problem." He gasped out.
"What?" Dixon asked, concerned.
"All of the files on the main network, everything, the hard drive, software, all of it, is being erased." Marshall replied.
"Hate to say it, but..." Jack trailed off.
"You told us so!" The group snapped at him.
"Who am I to deny the truth?" Jack questioned.
"Oh shut up!" Vaughn ordered.
Dixon rolled his eyes. "Marshall, is there anything that we can do about this system failure?" He asked.
"Well, it could take anywhere from twenty four hours to twenty four days... I mean, I've got to figure out where the error was and then use backup codes and back entrances..." Marshall replied.
"Then get started!" Dixon snapped, cutting him off.
"Yes, sir, right away." Marshall replied, running out of the briefing room.
"Maybe it's the work of an evil alien force." Weiss muttered.
"It could be." Vaughn agreed.
It was Weiss' turn to roll his eyes. "Or maybe it's the Covenant... or that incredibly sexy Lauren Reed..."
"My wife, thank you very much!" Vaughn harrumphed. (A/N: Can you believe that's actually a word?)
"You're welcome." Weiss replied.
"Would the two of you stop bantering like lovers? I don't think that this is some stupid foreign film. I mean, just because none of the terrorists we actually fight are American, that doesn't mean you can adopt their culture. It would be ten times easier and a whole lot more honest and trustworthy to maintain the culture of vintage Americana, where no one smoked, drank, or even had sex!" Some random intern dude remarked.
"If vintage Americana didn't have sex, then how did a nerd like you come into existence?" Vaughn asked.
"Science" The intern replied.
"Whatever." Vaughn scoffed.
"ANYWAY!" Dixon yelled, "Since we are completely technology-less, then we're going to have to resort to the old fashion way of doing things- random, pointless, intel gathering missions. You know, pictures, typewriters, all of that stuff."
"There's your vintage Americana." Jack remarked.
"What-ever," The intern dude sneered.
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Two hours later, Moscow...
Vaughn shifted positions. He had been watching a supposed Covenant strong hold for the past half hour.
"I don't think this is going to work." He told Weiss, who was listening in on a microphone.
"Why do you say that?" Weiss asked; who happened to be miles away in a H2.
"No one's coming in, I'm tired of this place, and every joint in my body aches." Vaughn replied, "Explain to me again why we're here?"
"We think that maybe Syd's here, or at least, Catherine." Weiss explained.
"Can we just accept the fact that maybe they outsmarted us?" An unfamiliar voice questioned over the mike.
"Michael?"
"Eric?"
"Nope. Wrong again. You would be. Don't worry, though, it will all be over soon." The mysterious voice gave way to static.
"I wonder what that was all about." Vaughn pondered aloud.
---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ---
Inside Covenant Moscow Operations Building, same time...
Amanda Meson, Alex Meson's twin sister, took off her headset.
"Do you think it worked?" She asked her superior, Dominic Nervesky.
"It better of" He replied. "If it didn't, then we're going to have to eliminate them."
---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ---
Outskirts of woods surrounding Moscow Building...
"Weiss, I'm coming in. This is freaking me out, and we haven't seen anything. I don't think that they would take her someplace so obvious." Vaughn reasoned.
"Sounds fine to me, come on back." Weiss agreed, starting up the car.