CIA office in LA Twenty Years Later
Jack Bristow entered the CIA room where several agents sat waiting for his briefing. Jack took a seat next to Director Devlon and waited to be introduced.
"Good morning." Devlon began, "As most of you know we have an agent undercover in one of the Alliance cells. Agent Jack Bristow has been a double agent, working inside SD-6 for years now. He's here today to brief us on a new situation. Jack."
Jack stood up and faced the several agents, as they passed along a folder he had prepared.
"Sloane was recently informed about the existence of a secret organization in search of Rambaldi pieces. They have no name and we have very little information about them. What we do know is that they are extremely powerful and influential."
"Why haven't we heard of them before?" Agent Michael Vaughn asked.
"Because, Agent Vaughn, they haven't brought much attention to themselves. They are very discreet in their dealing, they don't go steal things with guns, they take things by blackmailing influential people, world leaders, politicians, anyone who can get them what they want. So far all we have managed to figure out is their leader, who calls himself The Man, never makes an appearance. His identity is a mystery to everyone, including most of the people in his organization. There are two people who hold his trust, but we know even less about them." Jack turned on the screen and the pictures of a man and a woman appeared.
"What do we know of them?" Agent Weiss asked.
"This is Sark." he said as he pointed to the picture. "This woman we know nothing about. This is the only picture we were able to get and as you can see it isn't very detailed.. All we know is that these two show up instead of the Man. Sloane will do everything in his power to either take over this organization or ally himself with them. Together, they would be almost invincible. We have to get to the Man first, we need to get as much information as possible on this group. I intercepted a call, the man has scheduled a meet. Both of these people might show up, or only one of them will. Either way you must do anything necessary to apprehend these two, before Sloane does."
"Where is the meet?" Vaughn asked.
"It'll be here in LA, they'll be meeting at the Hilton Hotel with Mark Fleming."
"Who's Mark Fleming?" Vaughn asked.
"It isn't important who he is, what's important is what he has access to. The Man recently took possession of a blueprint for a new weapon, Fleming wants to develop this weapon. The Man will exchange the blueprint for a software program that Fleming has developed. This program will give the Man unlimited resources, he'll be able to hack into any secure site. We cannot allow this exchange to happen."
"What do you suggest?" Devlon asked.
"I have it on good authority that neither Sark nor this woman have ever seen or spoken to Mark Fleming. I suggest that we take Fleming into our custody and send an agent in his place. We can make a corrupted copy of the software, make the exchange and then apprehend them before they get a chance to leave."
"Weiss, assemble a team, you will be in charge of apprehending Fleming. Vaughn, you'll go in as Fleming." Devlon said as he stood up and left. The rest of the agents scattered around and left, leaving only Vaughn and Jack in the room.
"How have you been Jack." Vaughn asked.
"Fine. I'm glad to see you decided to join the CIA Michael." Jack said.
"I grew up surrounded by CIA agents, it just seemed natural."
"I'm sure your father must be proud." Jack said.
"He is. You should talk to him, he'd like that." Vaughn said.
"Perhaps." Jack said as he took his things and left.
In A Hotel Room
Vaughn sat waiting patiently for the arrival of the two contacts. Fleming had simply said that he had been instructed to wait in the room until two associates of the Man showed up. He hadn't been given any names and it made him nervous, he feared that Fleming might have given false intel.
"Boy scout, you copy?" Vaughn heard Weiss over the tiny earpiece.
"Copy." Vaughn answered.
"Boy scout, a man and a woman are approaching your room." Weiss said.
"Thanks Weiss." Vaughn said. Seconds later there was a knock on the door. Vaughn stood up and opened the door. Standing there in front of him was a young man about his height standing next to a beautiful woman with red hair and a sexy red outfit.
"Mark Fleming I presume." she said in a British accent. When he first opened the door she was surprised at how familiar he seemed. His green eyes gave seemed so familiar to her, she was sure she had seen him before, but she couldn't remember.
"Yes, and you are?" Vaughn asked.
"Mind inviting us in for a drink?" Sark asked.
"Of course, come in." Vaughn said as he stepped to the side to allow them to come in. He closed the door and sat in the table facing them. Sark poured himself a drink and then poured one for Vaughn.
"Would you like me to order any roomservice?" Vaughn asked.
"Thank you, that won't be necessary." Sark answered.
"I'm sorry, I didn't catch your names." Vaughn said.
"That's because we didn't give them to you." the woman said.
"Now darling, don't get defensive so soon. I'm Sark." Sark said. "And this lovely lady prefers not to give her name."
"Then what should I call you in the meantime?" Vaughn asked.
"You talk to much." she said.
"And you don't talk enough." he said with a smile, as he took his drink. She looked at him more intently now. Images and memories started flooding her thoughts. Then it hit her, she had seen him before. Not as an adult but as a child.
"My name is Michael, but everyone calls me Mike. Your name is Sydney right?" he asked. Sydney simply ignored him. "Do you like cartoons? I like cartoons. I like to play basketball too, but hockey is my favorite thing to play. Do you play hockey? Probably not, maybe one day I can show you how. Do you like to read? Do you even know how to read? Probably not. Are you in school? I'm in the third grade, I can read." he continued.
"I know how to read. My mom taught me." she finally answered. "And you talk a lot."
"You don't talk enough." he replied. "Why don't you come eat breakfast with us?"
"Enough talk, why don't we get down to business." Sark said interrupting her train of thought. "Did you bring the disk?"
"Yes." he said as he pulled out a small disk from his pocket. Sark took the disk and pulled out a laptop.
"I'm just going to check it now. Once that is done, you can have the blueprints." Sark said as he inserted the disk into the laptop.
"Funny thing Mark, you don't look like a Mark to me." she said.
"What do I look like then?" Vaughn asked.
"You look more like a Michael." she said.
"Really." Vaughn answered. Vaughn felt his heart start to race. Had he been made as CIA?
"Yes, in fact if I had to guess, I would probably say you look like a Michael Vaughn." she said. Vaughn's face suddenly turned serious. He didn't know what to do.
"Boyscout, we're sending back-up. Hold on." Weiss said over the comms.
"What the hell are you talking about darling?" Sark asked.
"I'm sorry Mr. Fleming, we don't have a deal." she said as she stood up. "Come on Sark."
"What's going on?" Sark said as he stood up.
"We're leaving." she said as she pulled out her gun and pointed it toward Vaughn.
"What about the exchange?"Sark asked.
"I'm guessing that the disk in a fake, just like Mr. Fleming." she said.
"Aren't you going to shoot him?" Sark asked.
"Not today. Let's go." she said as Sark took the computer with him and walked out the door with her.
"Base, they've just left. I was made, the exchange didn't happen." Vaughn said as he stood up and walked to where he had hidden his gun.
"Boyscout, you are ordered to sit tight. Don't go after them. We have it covered." Weiss said
"I'm closer, I'm going after them." Vaughn said as he ran out the door and watched as the woman and Sark took the stairs. He ran as fast as he could and managed to catch a glimpse of them as they ran down the stairs. She looked up at him and smiled, as he ran down the stairs trying to catch up to them.
"Base, this is Boyscout, they're taking the stairs." Vaughn said.
"Copy that Boyscout." Weiss answered.
Vaughn ran as fast as he could and managed to get close enough. Vaughn shot the wall and barely missed hitting Sark. Sark and the woman stood still.
"Base, I've got them, we're on the third floor." he said.
"Copy that Boyscout, we'll be right there." Weiss said.
"Michael, for your own good stay out of this." she said as she raised her gun.
"Put your weapon down!" Vaughn yelled as he pointed his gun to her. She smiled at him and shot his gun, causing it to fly out of his hands. Sark and the woman continued to run as Vaughn searched for his weapon. By the time that he found his gun they were out of sight. The exit to the third floor opened and several agents entered.
"What happened?" Weiss asked as he looked around.
"I lost them. She shot at me and they ran." Vaughn answered.
"How the hell did she know you weren't Fleming?" Weiss asked.
"The more important question is how does she know me?" he said. "That woman knew me Weiss, she knew me."
"Did you recognize her?" Weiss asked.
"No." he said.
"Come on, let's go." Weiss said.
Driving in the Freeway
"You mind explaining to me what the hell that was?" Sark asked.
"Just an old childhood friend." she told him, losing her British accent.
"You should have shot him in the hotel room." Sark said.
"I didn't want to shoot him." she said defensively.
"You put us at risk Sydney." he said.
"We're fine aren't we?" she said as she turned to look out the window.
"This time." he said. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing." she sais as she put her head back and closed her eyes. Seeing Michael again had brought back many memories she thought she had put away for good. In her mind all she could think about was her father, and the life she might have had if he hadn't died, if her mother hadn't been a fugitive.
"Are you sure?"
"Just take me home." she said.