DISCLAIMER: I don't own any of the ALIAS characters, J.J does :)

AUTHOR'S NOTE: The story is starting to build up here, and I left a bit of a cliff hanger at the end - I hope you enjoy it and review or I won't bother writing it.

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Chapter Five

Sydney arrived at the front of Mr Langston's Mansion in a black van where Marshall explains to Sydney what gadgets she is to use, to steal the Manuel script.

"Ok so to get past the camera's, press the top of this diamond ring and all security cameras within fifty metres will be dismantled for three minutes. Pretty cool, huh? Thought of it in my lunch break. Oh, and here is what looks like a very stylish and snazzy bag. Right?"

Sydney nodded. The bag was silver, and shined in the light. It had three small black feathers attached to one corner and between the feathers a black pearl.

"Very pretty." Sydney said.

Marshall blushed, "My Mum thought so. Oh, anyway, press the pearl and it will scramble up the power in the building, leaving the whole mansion in darkness for thirty seconds. When you reach the door that the script is behind, pull this feather, " Marshall signified to the top feather, "and the door should open up. But only for eleven seconds, so get in and out quickly, or you're trapped inside. Got it?"

Sydney nodded. "Do I look alright?"

Marshall blushed, "You look great! Oh, and love the brooch. Nice touch."

"Thanks." Sydney said. She tapped the CIA op-tech tenderly. How was she going to get in and out within eleven seconds when she has to take photos of every page of this Rambaldi script for the CIA? It was going to be tricky. "Ok, wish me luck!" she stepped out into the setting sunlight.

"Hello, I'm Annabelle Smith. I am the reporter at Gossip Central magazine, I have been sent to do a report on the painting." said Sydney in her best British accent. Recently, she had gotten pretty good at it. It was strange, before her missing two years, the only good accent she could do really, really well was a French one.

"Yes, Mr Langston is expecting you." said the guard, while un-doing the rope, which allows you to enter the million dollar mansion in London's trendy part of town.

"Thankyou so much." she said, holding her keyboard in front of her tightly as she walked up the stairs and into the large dining hall where the party was being held. She looked around. There was a band playing in the corner of the hall and people mingling in the centre of it. She turned to her left and saw the painting. There had to be at least fifty people admiring it. She walked over to it, pretending to write notes, but really assessing the area, checking for guards etc. The painting has a glass framing surrounding it, as well as a touch sensor (which would alarm the police about the brake in, silently). The only indication that there was a door on the glass was a small diamond doorknob. Snazzy. Sydney was going to have to hurry, if in eleven seconds she wasn't out, it would close, the power and cameras would come back on and everyone would be able to see her through the glass. Sydney, without getting anyone's attention, studied the frame. Sydney couldn't help but feel uncomfortable by someone staring at her from behind. She slowly and cautiously moved around to see the last person she was hoping to bump into.

Sydney moaned. "Not you."