When Fear Lives
Authors note - Ok, listen up! This is my first ever Alias fic, so if I've got anything wrong, please tell me! Other than that, please enjoy reading it. Oh and don't forget to Review!
Disclaimer - I don't own any of this (although I'd love to!). no money will be made from the use of this story. Please let me play with them! I'll put them back when I'm finished, honest!
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He hurried through the building's numerous dark corridors, heading for a very important meeting. He was already over ten minutes late but didn't care. His worst fears had materialized. Sydney had been captured during a mission.
Her contact had just phoned him, telling him that she hadn't reached her final destination of Moscow, where she was supposed to pick up a valuable piece of new equipment that could help them to take down SD-6. Her contact, a man called Peter Fenwick, was supposed to take her to the building where it was hidden. He'd waited for two hours, and she hadn't shown up. He phoned vaughn as soon as it was safe to do so.
He knew that she made it into the country, but after that, he had no idea what had happened to her. He reached the de-briefing room, and after knocking quietly on the dark wooden door, he strode boldly into the room.
"Sorry I'm late, sir." He said, taking his seat.
"Where is she?" came the gruff reply from his superior officer, a serious man called White. "She was supposed to be back here six hours ago."
"I don't know, sir." He replied honestly, trying desperately to keep his feelings from showing on his face. The helplessness he was feeling was great.
"What do you mean 'I don't know'?" he asked impatiently.
"We believe she may have been captured, possibly by agents of the Russian government."
To say those words had cost him a great deal. The people he worked with would never know it, indeed, they could never know that he was in love with Sydney. His words where greeted by a dead silence. For a moment nobody spoke as they tried to absorb the enormity of what he'd just said. His superior officer was the first to find his voice
"Do you mean K-directorate?"
"We've. we don't know, sir. We just don't know."
"Does SD-6 know she's been captured?"
"By now, they will know, sir. She was due back there last night." Just then, the black phone in the middle of the table rang, startling them all. Vaughn glanced at White, then picked it up. He listened to the slightly staticy voice, then took the phone away from his ear and held it out for White to take.
"It's Peter Fenwick, sir. He wants to speak to you."
"They've found her." His superior officer's three short words sent a beam of fragile hope rushing through Vaughn's body. "She's still in Moscow. They've requested we bring a medical team with us."
"He said that the building she's in is very heavily guarded, so you'll all carry weapons. We'll get you security clearance for the airports. He's going to meet you at Moscow airport."
"Does SD-6 know where she is?" Vaughn asked, praying to every god he could think of that they didn't.
"No and that's how we're going to keep it." White said. "We did not locate Miss Bristow, but found another young woman instead. Her name is Chloe Hewlett. Is that clear?"
He was greeted by a wave of nods. "Okay, then. You all know the drill. Pack up and move out!"
Authors note - Ok, listen up! This is my first ever Alias fic, so if I've got anything wrong, please tell me! Other than that, please enjoy reading it. Oh and don't forget to Review!
Disclaimer - I don't own any of this (although I'd love to!). no money will be made from the use of this story. Please let me play with them! I'll put them back when I'm finished, honest!
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He hurried through the building's numerous dark corridors, heading for a very important meeting. He was already over ten minutes late but didn't care. His worst fears had materialized. Sydney had been captured during a mission.
Her contact had just phoned him, telling him that she hadn't reached her final destination of Moscow, where she was supposed to pick up a valuable piece of new equipment that could help them to take down SD-6. Her contact, a man called Peter Fenwick, was supposed to take her to the building where it was hidden. He'd waited for two hours, and she hadn't shown up. He phoned vaughn as soon as it was safe to do so.
He knew that she made it into the country, but after that, he had no idea what had happened to her. He reached the de-briefing room, and after knocking quietly on the dark wooden door, he strode boldly into the room.
"Sorry I'm late, sir." He said, taking his seat.
"Where is she?" came the gruff reply from his superior officer, a serious man called White. "She was supposed to be back here six hours ago."
"I don't know, sir." He replied honestly, trying desperately to keep his feelings from showing on his face. The helplessness he was feeling was great.
"What do you mean 'I don't know'?" he asked impatiently.
"We believe she may have been captured, possibly by agents of the Russian government."
To say those words had cost him a great deal. The people he worked with would never know it, indeed, they could never know that he was in love with Sydney. His words where greeted by a dead silence. For a moment nobody spoke as they tried to absorb the enormity of what he'd just said. His superior officer was the first to find his voice
"Do you mean K-directorate?"
"We've. we don't know, sir. We just don't know."
"Does SD-6 know she's been captured?"
"By now, they will know, sir. She was due back there last night." Just then, the black phone in the middle of the table rang, startling them all. Vaughn glanced at White, then picked it up. He listened to the slightly staticy voice, then took the phone away from his ear and held it out for White to take.
"It's Peter Fenwick, sir. He wants to speak to you."
"They've found her." His superior officer's three short words sent a beam of fragile hope rushing through Vaughn's body. "She's still in Moscow. They've requested we bring a medical team with us."
"He said that the building she's in is very heavily guarded, so you'll all carry weapons. We'll get you security clearance for the airports. He's going to meet you at Moscow airport."
"Does SD-6 know where she is?" Vaughn asked, praying to every god he could think of that they didn't.
"No and that's how we're going to keep it." White said. "We did not locate Miss Bristow, but found another young woman instead. Her name is Chloe Hewlett. Is that clear?"
He was greeted by a wave of nods. "Okay, then. You all know the drill. Pack up and move out!"