SKY'S ALLEGIANCE (to the Earth)
It's officially my first fanfic…. SO I hope you will be sweet…
Disclaimer: Alias and the original characters don't belong me…Alas! But the others do.
I'm a huge fan of Jack Bristow, the character the more intriguing, compelling, enticing, mysterious, and ambiguous of TV-shows. But my fiction is not only about him, there are a lot of S/V, and all the cast. It takes place just after the end of S3.
In my story you will be able to find:
Action
Angst
Confrontation between Jack and Sydney, Jack and Vaughn, Marshall, other characters.
Romance
Sex
Violence
The beginning is the presentation of the mission, its environment, and some new characters the good ones and the bad. It's a little slowly.
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Sky's allegianceThe USA is a very attractive country where liberty means something strong. It's a powerful image, a dream of power, dollars and freedom. By all means. It permits traffics to improve and grow. A little cleverness helps to free someone from the constraints of government services.
It's the vision of the States of a powerful member of the Covenant…
Of course, US government doesn't like this and several services decide to set up a vast joint operation to break down this network.
Even more since Rambaldi will be a part of this adventure. And its final intention would be at range of the CIA at last… The key of success is in South Africa.
PROLOGUE
He regains consciousness. He is blind. The darkness surrounds him and the only sounds he is hearing are muffled… or they are isolated.
The smell is nauseating…
He is lying on the ground. And slowly, his memory is coming back.
A fall… Yes, he recollects his fall in the stairs. They have launched him in the stairs and he tumbled all the way down on his head and his elbows and his hips. He is a trivial merchandize. They interrogated him…passively. Did they torture him? No.
They have beaten him but they didn't really torture him. He is not the one they want. He is merely a mean to pressurize his boss…
Yes, it's that… a mean… Jack!… Jack Bristow…
How is he doing? Where is he?
He is groping around for him in the dark. He finds at last his boss' lying form. He is still unconscious but alive. Relief!
How many days are they here? In this cellar he lost the track of time but he is sure it couldn't be more…
A groan. Jack is regaining consciousness. Roger reaches his hand out and touches his boss' arm.
"Jack? Jack? How are you?" Van Der Meer asks.
The moan is louder now and he is hearing the sound of scraping of metal on the ground. Then, Jack who is vomiting in the container. He is breathing loudly.
"Help me to stand." He says in a low voice.
Roger does it; he is not seeing him but he is feeling his very presence.
"How many time are we here?"
"I don't know." Jack answers him. He is walking from one wall to another, counting in the dark.
"What do they want?"
"I don't know yet… How are you?"
"I think my elbow is broken. My nose too." Roger says after a short auto-diagnosis.
Jack tries to gather his mind together. All is odd and eerie… What is the last thing he can recollect?
The bite of a tranq dart… but before this?
His apartment door. Yes, it's how all began. Someone had ringed, he had head for the door. On the screen control he saw Sydney smiling… He had opened…and the tranq dart. Then, all went black.
But all this doesn't explain either his headache or these nauseas or his mind fog… Neither the pain in the hollow of his elbow…
He is thirsty too and cold. Bit by bit, acknowledges the symptoms he is familiar with, and his worry turns into certainty.
He has been drugged.