Before We Die
Disclaimer: I don't own Alias. I'm just playing around with the characters.
Chapter Four
"Sark sent you here." Vaughn said with a tiny air of disbelief. With a purple bruise around his eye, Santiel replied breathily.
"Yeah. But you weren't supposed to be here, we're only here to get the secret parcel."
He must be referring to the kut-blanc. But why would Sark want the kut-blanc for? Syd was really curious.
"So, do you know what's in the parcel that you're getting?" Syd asked, still with her shoe placed in a strategic position, no way were these guys gonna get away.
"Um, well Sark said we're dead if we don't get it, something about some ancient freak, like, um, Da Vinci? No, wait, nah, like Rambaldi?" Georgeson spilled.
Syd shot Vaughn an intrigued look. Vaughn shrugged is shoulders in reply. If what these thugs were saying was true, why would Sloane try and hide it from them? Now she really didn't trust Sloane, what was there to hide?
"Thanks for the information." Syd said, and with that she pulled out a tranquilizer gun and shot them both.
"Wonder why Sloane hid the fact that the kut-blanc has something to do with Rambaldi? I mean, we should have guessed." Syd gritted her teeth angrily while working at the door.
She worked at the dial furiously, spraying a metal decomposer at it and prising the lock off with a knife.
"Sydney, get out of there! It's a direct message from Sloane, he's aborting the mission." Marshall grizzled in her earpiece.
"You tell Sloane that he's a liar and that she's going into the room whether or not it's been aborted." She yelled.
"Hush Syd. People will hear." Vaughn tried to calm her down.
She looked at the dial furiously, before she stopped. As tears welled up in her eyes, she dropped everything she was holding.
"What's up Syd?" Vaughn tried to ask, without sounding intrusive.
"Why can't I lead a normal life Vaughn? Why do I have to live my life not being able to tell people what I really do?"
Vaughn didn't have any words. So he just put his hand on her shoulder. It was a sweet, tender moment, as they looked at each other. This was the way it should be. Sydney wished the moment could last forever, it was one of the few warm moments that she had.
There was a clicking noise, and then the door opened. Inside nothing but a chair, some white rope, a beautiful Persian carpet and a bright blue light. There was no doubt about it, there wasn't going to be any trades happening here.
"Marshall, we need help."
"Sloane says the missions off, and he's pissed at something, maybe someone ate his chicken fricassee I saw in the fridge today."
"What! So your just gonna leave us with nothing!" Syd bubbled over.
"Ok, well let my say, nothing is as it seems…"
"Is that all your saying? Marshall? Marshall!"
Syd looked over to Vaughn, "Nothings is as it seems…"
This Chapter is really short because I didn't want to do half the body and leave you mid way so I thought it would be better If I left it off at a sort of thinking space…what do u reckon?
