A/N: I forgot to mention that I don't in any way own Alias, but I wish I did, it's really sweet!
An hour later, Sydney and Vaughn arrived at a large building, somewhere in the heart of Los Angeles. As soon as they entered the building, they immediately started walking down a long hallway to their left. The walls and ceilings were pitch black with silver trim. As they walked, they both felt like someone was watching them. Sydney gave a shaky breath and Vaughn rested his hand lightly on her lower back.
"My guardian angel," Sydney whispered, giving Vaughn a small smile.
"Always," Vaughn replied. They finally reached the door at the end of the hall. Vaughn knocked twice as the driver had instructed them. The door opened and Lauren appeared.
"Hello Michael." Vaughn froze, every muscle in his body tensed up immediately. Sydney and Vaughn were completely speechless. "Surprised to see me I presume?" Lauren asked rhetorically.
"Lauren… w-what the hell are you doing here?" Vaughn finally managed to get out.
"Don't you mean, what am I doing alive?" Lauren asked staring intensely at Vaughn. "I know you're just dying to know, but first, I will escort Ms. Bristow down the hall to Sark."
"No," Vaughn said standing up. "Sydney does not leave my sight."
"You don't have any choice in the matter I'm afraid." Lauren replied.
Sydney glanced at Vaughn, before turning to glare at Lauren. "I can escort myself, but thanks for your generosity," Sydney snapped. Vaughn glared at Lauren. He really didn't want to be alone with her. He wasn't sure what he was capable of, and he needed to help Sydney rescue Will. Sydney glanced one last time over her shoulder, locking eyes with Vaughn before disappearing out the door.
Back out in the hallway, Sydney walked to the only other doorway, to the left of the room where Vaughn was. She wondered why Sark only wanted to see her. She took a deep breath, and turned the door handle, entering the large room.
"How nice of you to join me Ms. Bristow," Sark said with his back toward the door.
Sydney took a seat in one of the chairs, sitting up stiffly.
"As I'm sure you're aware of, you are an excellent agent." Sark turned around, facing Sydney as he said this. Sydney locked eyes with Sark, glancing away quickly.
"For sometime now, I've been trying to get you to come and work for me, and now I'm afraid I have the upper hand." Sark looked at Sydney with his hands in the pockets of his black Prada suit.
Sydney knew deep down, that she kind of enjoyed working with Sark. There was something exciting about breaking the rules. It made her adrenaline rush like no other. She wouldn't mind working with Sark if his ego wasn't so big. Sydney thought he was good looking and he knew it. He's just so damn cocky, Sydney thought to herself.
"Fine Sark," Sydney said standing up, "I'll work for you."
"Excellent," Sark said with a smirk on his face.
"Now let Will go."
"All in good time," Sark replied as he handed Sydney a sleek black folder. "This folder contains everything you need to know regarding our first mission. The lock on it is case-sensitive, and it requires a three digit code to unlock it."
"What's the code?" Sydney asked examining the folder.
"It on the back of this…
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