Covenant's Fall
Summary: An alternate version of Season 4, beginning not long after Resurrection. Everyone is still working at the CIA, and Sark is still in custody. Lauren is dead, and Sloane has gone back to Omnifam, where Nadia works as his personal secretary.
Rating: PG-13 at the moment.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything included in this story except the occasional concept.
A/N: This is my first Alias fiction, so any constructive criticism would be welcome. Without any further ado, here it is.
Prologue
It looked like a scene from Dante's version of Hades, burnt bodies lying where they had been tossed by the force of the blast. Some dead, their necks broken or their bodies destroyed by the explosion. Others groaned, or limped through the wreckage, checking others for a pulse. Only the handful that had the presence of mind to duck behind their desks in the split second of warning that they had been given had come through unscathed.
And they now had their hands full. In the wake of the blast, a dozen figures in commando uniforms had pushed into the main building, herding the survivors before them. Eight remained there, holding them at gunpoint, while the others split into two groups and raced to their true objectives.
Two headed for the morgue. Once there, they split up, checking the numbers on the sealed refrigeration units against those that they had been given. They quickly found the one that they were looking for and opened it.
"This is it. Come on."
The other two had gone down into the belly of the building, to the cells and more importantly, their current occupant. Two quick bursts of gunfire and the guards were down.
Julian Sark looked up with a curious expression. "What took you so long?"
Back in the main area of the CIA facility, one of the intruders was bent over a computer terminal, typing frantically. Suddenly the screen flashed, and data moved across it, downloading to a secure server elsewhere. "I've got it."
Another two were in the process of setting up another bomb in the centre of the room, while the other five covered the hostages. The four that had been on separate missions now returned, two escorting Mr. Sark, who looked impossibly confident given his current clothing. The other two pushed a trolley, with a sheet disguising its contents. The leader nodded. "We have everything we came for. Time to go."
With a remarkable efficiency, the team left as rapidly as they had arrived. Soon, the only evidence that they had ever been there was the carnage in the Rotunda, Sark's empty cell, and an empty locker in the morgue.
Five minutes later, the night sky of Los Angeles lit up with a second fiery explosion, one that reduced the already damaged CIA facility to rubble.
In the van speeding away from the crime scene, the leader of the mercenaries removed the mask concealing her identity. Sark blinked in slight surprise at the face revealed to him. "So, is this an official operation? Or is it your attempt to gain a little personal revenge? I must say that you are the last person I expected to see breaking me out of my cell, especially after what I did to you, however indirectly."
The leader shook her head. "There will be time enough for revenge later. Time enough for all of us to have our vengeance."