Before We Die

Disclaimer: I don't own Alias. I'm not that original. So don't sue.

Chapter Three

"Ok…" Syd remarked, sounding really creeped out. They were scanning the walls for any door. A long dimly lit green corridor with no windows or doors.

"Ah, Marshall, there doesn't seem to be a door." said Vaughn, who had scaled all the walls.

Syd and Vaughn looked at each other with interest. Whoever this Mr Salt was, he definitely didn't want any intruders.

"Look out for any crevices in the wall, it probably barely visible. But there IS another room. The map that we have shows there is a room that extends from the corridor on the left side of the room." Marshall instructed.

Ok, Vaughn thought. This was really strange. Maybe it was just the strange dim lighting but there was something strange going on.

"I think I see something!" Syd told Vaughn. "Come here."

Syd put her gloved finger on a thin crack of light in the wall. It wasn't an ordinary light bulb, maybe some cost-efficient fluorescent blue lights. They got down towards the ground, lying down across the floor, inspecting the crack of light, finding a small dial; there must be a pattern that opened the door. Why did they have to have so many security precautions?

Tap tap tap.

"Vaughn!" Syd yelled. "Look out!"

Two huge thugs had made there way down the corridor and looked like they were out to kill. Vaughn just dodged the punch to his head by a few millimetres. Talk about weird. How come they didn't have guns? Vaughn packed a couple of punches on the one that tried to lay it on him, continuous kicks and forceful pushing left the thug battered and bruised and wondering how a smaller man could even match his strength. Syd was trying to knock-out the other thug. Having trouble with combat, Syd ripped off her silk dress, leaving her in a black bodysuit, her cover was definitely blown now.

"Someone's dressed up." The thug teased.

Not a good move, Syd went towards him full fury kicking where it hurts. She wasn't usually this emotional. She used a krav maga sequence until she had the thug pinned to the wall with a gold stiletto heel placed threateningly close to his neck. Vaughn had the other thug arms raised and puffing.

Venado Tuerto-Argentina

Nadia stood out on the terrace of the café, fiddling with her phone. She really wanted to call Jack but what she wanted to talk to Jack was out of the question. She knew that her birth was an affair between Jacks wife and Sloane, but she really wanted to know what Irina was like.

She flipped her phone around a couple of times and decided it was insensitive of her to even contemplate asking what Jack thought of Irina. Her mother must have been a very beautiful and smart woman to have two men that loved her and to trick both of them.

The Emerald Casino-LA

"Who sent you?" Sydney asked, deathly calm, poising her shoe so that it was touching his neck, which made him tremble. One push and the heel would go straight through.

"We're casino guards…" he trembled.

"Where's your uniform?" Sydney questioned further.

"Um…we're undercover guards." The other thug lied, clearly, there was no doubt because his eyes were extremely shifty.

Vaughn and Syd gave each other a suspicious look. Vaughn punched his guy in the face getting a 'bloody hell' in reply before Syd continued.

"So who are you really?" Syd said, pushing the heel in closer.

"That is Santiel, and I'm Georgeson we were sent here by Sark…"He shuddered.

What! Sark wants the kut-blanc too? For what reason? And how did he escape, or did he even escape?

Well? Do u think that I should redo this chapter without Sark getting involved? But I want Sark in it to bring up something about something that will trigger something. So?

Yeah, it's a little less high-tech than the ALIAS on tv. No ID that comes over through Marshall coz I wanted to experiment with the fighting. Did I work? Lol. Too many questions