Setting: A week after "The Frame" 3.17. The story doesn't exactly follow the missions of the episodes following 3.17, but I might incorporate some depending on how well this fic does. Though story line still the same! (Vaughn still with Lauren and has no idea that she is Covenant)
Ship: S/V baby!!
Rated: I'm not too good with rating but I would say high PG-13 for some colorful language and some descriptive scenes.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything of Alias, that all goes to the brilliant mastermind JJ Abrams, though if I did Vaughn would be shirtless in a lot more episodes!
Music fic based on: "Outrageous" Britney Spears, "Dip it Low" Christina Milian, "I've just begun (having my fun)" Britney Spears, "Headstrong" Trapt
Authors note: Oh my gosh I can't believe I got feed back so fast! I had written this story awhile ago but I didn't like the first draft, so I am so happy that I rewrote this! Thank you so much for my reviews I cherish them dearly and for all you readers who just didn't review don't worry here's your second chance!
To Fair Cate: Thank you so much for your review and you are such a good writer I loved some of your stories.
To Vaughn is hot: Thanks for the review, I wasn't really sure how much to make syd cry since in the third season she seemed to cry a lot more especially in 3.17, but I thank you for your input.
To logansgurl2020: Thanks for the review and here is your next chapter!
So here is the next chapter, enjoy!
11:10 p.m.: In the strip club in Magadan, Russia…
Weiss sat himself at the corner of the bar, close to McKean's table and ordered himself a gin & tonic. When the waitress came and brought his drink he thanked her tipped her a five and chuckled to himself, 'I can't believe that I'm here in a strip club on a mission for the CIA, this is too funny,' thought Weiss. Weiss slowly sipped his drink as he surveyed McKean's table and the other tables in the club. He caught Vaughn's eye and turned on his com link in his watch.
Meanwhile Vaughn had entered the strip club five minutes after Weiss had, and sat himself at a table and ordered himself class of brandy. He sipped it slowly and aloud the bitter liquid to burn his mouth as it slipped down his throat and numbed his senses a little. He had been trying to forget about his argument with Sydney ever since he had gotten to his hotel room, but after running 25 laps on the treed mill in the hotel gym he realized that drinking this brandy was the first thing to actually calm his nerves. Vaughn continued to look around the strip club and then looked down at his watch after catching Weiss's eye. 'Well, Syd should be getting ready to go on soon, which means that I should be getting ready to break into the lab soon too,' thought Vaughn.
"Ok man so whenever you want to have that talk," said Weiss in his com link to Vaughn. "What talk?" asked Vaughn in a confused voice. "The talk about what ever the hell has got you in such a foul mood ever since you left the plane," said Weiss. "I don't know what you are talking about, Eric," replied Vaughn. "Uh-huh yeah not buying it, so either you tell me what happened to you and Sydney when I was in the other room on the plane or I'll just keep nagging you and I won't let you go to sleep tonight!" said Weiss. "We had an argument Eric, end of story," said Vaughn. Just then Weiss's com link beeped letting him know that Sydney was trying to get a hold of him. "I want to continue this conversation with you but not now, I have to check in with Syd, so I'll talk to you about this when we get back to the hotel," said Weiss. "I can hardly wait," said Vaughn in a mundane tone as he took a swig of his brandy.
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11:20 p.m.: In the changing room of the strip club in Magadan, Russia…
After a cold shower and some mindless tv, Sydney had managed to calm her nerves for this mission and put her conversation with Vaughn behind her, for the time being. She was now in the back of the strip club in one of the changing rooms getting ready to but on her "routine" for the boys outside.
She carefully shimmied into her very tight and revealing black leather teddy, and then began working on her hair and makeup. She sat down at the vanity in the small changing room and dumped out a small makeup bag she had with her. She picked up the charcoal eye shadow and black mascara and set to work on her eyes, she was going for the smoky, smoldering, mysterious look. When Sydney looked in the mirror she hardly recognized her self, she had done a one eighty and successfully turned herself from the innocent girl next door to the smoldering siren she saw in front of herself now. "Perfect" thought Sydney.
She then did her head in curls and set it up in a high pony tail, and put on her black chandelier earrings. Sydney beeped into Weiss com link frequency but all she got was a busy signal, so she tried again and then she got him." This is freelancer, do you copy big daddy?" said Sydney. "I read you loud and clear Syd, are you almost ready? You go on in just a little bit?" asked Weiss. "I'll be ready, don't worry," said Sydney. "Never in a million years," said Weiss.
Sydney slipped on her heels and walked out the door to her changing room and walked towards the steps to mount the stage. "Here goes nothing," thought Sydney as she walked out on to the stage.
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11:40 p.m.: In the strip club in Magadan, Russia…
Sydney had finally managed to reach her way to McKean, and with only a minimum amount of guys slapping her ass. Sydney stood in front McKean for a minute before she began her act, and smiled at the three body guards that where sitting around the McKean's table with him. And then she straddled him and slowly lowered herself unto McKean's lap.
She slowly reached her hands in McKean's jacket and pulled out the key card that she was looking for and hid it behind her back without McKean seeing, while thrusting her body closer towards his, to which he eagerly responded by grabbing her ass. "Enjoying yourself sir?" (Наслаждение сэр?) asked Sydney in a Russian fake husky voice. "You're quite good at what you do," (Вы весьма хороши в том, что Вы делаете) said McKean in a husky voice. "You have no idea," (Вы понятия не имеете) replied Sydney as she pressed her pelvis against him a little harder. "Well, in that case, how's about you meet me in the back room in about five minutes, so that I can see just how good you really are,"(Хорошо, в том случае, как - о Вас, встречают меня в задней комнате приблизительно через пять минут, так, чтобы я мог видеть только насколько хороший Вы действительно) asked McKean. "Sorry sir, I have a job to do," (Жаль сэр, я имею работу, чтобы сделать) replied Sydney. "My loss," (Моя потеря) said McKean as he smirked. Sydney smirked too, 'cause she knew that by the time she walked out that door in 10 minutes he wouldn't know what hit him, dumb ass hole! She slid the key card in a secret compartment that was in the back of her teddy that the op tech guys had made especially for her.
Sydney then slowly lifted herself from McKean's lap and sauntered off in the crowd of horny guys to make the brush pass with Vaughn. As she left McKean raised his glass to her and continued his conversation with his body guards.
As she approached Vaughn she went behind him and slid her hands down his chest and slid her hand in his jackets pocket and positioned her head next to his ear so that she couple talk to him al the while keeping up the air of her routine. Vaughn knew this was apart of the brush pass so he leaned back into her, cocked his head to her, and put on a sly smile, to make the audience think this was all apart of her act. "Be careful," whispered Sydney in his ear before she walked around him and went back up on the stage to continue with her "routine" and a distraction for Vaughn.
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Meanwhile Vaughn took one more sip of his brandy and took one last look at Sydney on the stage and slipped through the audience and through the doorway that lead to McKean's laboratory in the basement. "Big daddy, this is boyscott, I have the key card and I'm going to download the information," said Vaughn as he ran down the stairs. "Copy that boyscott, you are free to go the guards are engaged up here," replied Weiss.
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Vaughn ran down the stairs to the basement where McKean's lab was located. He took out the cell phone Marshall gave him and then pressed 793 and then send, so that Marshall could give him the pass word for the vocal test. "Err… Hello? This Marshall Flinkman, tech genius how can I help you?" said Marshall as he was playing a video game. "Marshall this is Vaughn I need that vocal pass word now!" said Vaughn in a hurried tone. "Oh, hi Vaughn, uh… Agent Vaughn…uh Mister Vaughn? You know what do you prefer?" asked Marshall. "Marshall! The code now!" said Vaughn again although his voice carried a hint of amusement. "Oh right sorry, uh…uploading now. Good luck!" said Marshall. "Thanks" replied Vaughn as he ended the call. He then proceeded to attach the wire from the phone to the keyboard and then pressed 523 and he finally slid the security card Syd had given him into the slot and the lab door buzzed open. But before he even opened the door he pressed 4 and then pound on his cell phone as Marshall had instructed so that the security cameras were put on a looped feed of an empty lab for three minutes. As soon as that was done he raced into the lab and gained access into one of the computers and placed the card on the screen so that it could download all the documents that they needed.
The card soon beeped to let Vaughn know that it had finished downloading all the files, but as soon as he had taken the card off of the screen, a red light went off in the corner and the doors slammed shut locking Vaughn in the lab. "Oh shit," said Vaughn as he stood still for a second. He then quickly jumped into action looking for another way out of the lab, and that's when he noticed a small pipe sticking out of the wall and beginning to admit a gas into the room. "Oh man, this really isn't my day," said Vaughn as he began calling Weiss for help on his com link.
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Meanwhile upstairs in the club…
Sydney had just finished her act and dismounted the stage from the back after she bowed to the audience and smiled at the next girl to enter the stage after her. She had just walked into her changing room and was about to get changed and count her profits from the evening when her com link beeped to let her know that either Vaughn or Weiss was trying to get a hold of her.
"Freelancer, here" answered Sydney as she sat down on the coach. "Syd, it's Weiss, listen Vaughn is in trouble and needs some help, but I have to stay here to keep up appearances and not raise any suspicion, but I'll cover you once you and Vaughn emerge from the basement, got it?" asked Weiss. "Got it, and Weiss be careful," replied Weiss as he began to watch McKean more cautiously. "I will, and you too," said Sydney. She grabbed a spare cell phone gadget that Marshall had given her just in case. 'Always come prepared,' thought Sydney as she slipped out her changing room and slinked down the hallway without being notice, once she got to the stairs she ran down to the basement floor.
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Back in the basement…
Sydney had gained access with her cell phone the same way Vaughn had earlier and managed to wedged the doors open just enough to let her squeeze in. She looked around the lab and spotted Vaughn on the ground knocked out cold. "Oh come on, you couldn't have waited a few more minutes!" said Sydney as she looked around the room for something to wake Vaughn up. She spotted a cabinet full of bottles, she broke the lock and spotted a bottle full of adrenaline and grabbed a needle. She grabbed the needle and shot it up with enough adrenaline to wake Vaughn up.
She knelt next to Vaughn and jabbed it into his chest, maybe a little harder then necessarily but hey after he had been such an ass hole to her earlier on so this was a small part of her pay back. "AAAWWW!" shouted Vaughn as he shot up from the ground. Sydney simply smirked at this. "Come on Vaughn, we got to move," said Sydney as she helped to lift him up on his legs. "Right," said Vaughn as he and Sydney raced to the lab's exit to which still remained a little bit open from when Sydney had over ridden the system. But not before Sydney had grabbed the card from Vaughn and hid it in her little compartment in her teddy designed for that very purpose.
Meanwhile back upstairs in the club…
McKean had caught wind of what was going on in his lab and had begun to head to the doors leading downstairs, but Weiss noticing this shot him in the leg in order to stall him and before he knew it a shoot out had begun upstairs. However Weiss had the upper hand and it appeared as if he was going to win after all he had shot two of McKean's three guards and they were down and out cold. Unfortunately McKean had some signaled for more men and Weiss was soon out numbered and upper handed, when Weiss was trying to jump behind the bar for more protection he was shot in the abdomen and he was fell to the ground gun out of reach and face twisted in agony. McKean surfaced from his hiding spot and walked over to the fallen agent, though when he approached Weiss, he simply stepped over Weiss's lifeless body and headed downstairs.
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Back downstairs in the basement…
Sydney and Vaughn had managed to make it out of the lab unscratched and as far as they knew unnoticed. But as whipped around the corner to head up the stairs they were shot in the neck with two tranq darts and they fell unconscious to the floor. The last image that Sydney saw was two guards running towards them and then her vision went black.
Tbc…