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I don't own Alias and never will. There, are you happy now?
A/N:
Only 1-2 more parts left, not sure if I'm doing an Epilogue.
Pareviously:
---Dixon's POV---
"Get Agent Bristow and see if she
knows what the hell is going on!" I ordered looking at the security
camera.
"Sir, that's the thing." a guard began. "We have reason to believe she orchestrated all of this."
Chapter 11- Escaping
---Faith's POV---
"Send in the second
wave" I ordered.
---Sydney's POV---
"Faith" I
hissed, hiding behind a desk, watching a group of people dressed in
black make their way into the building.
I aimed my gun at the
person who I believed to be the leader of that group and took him
down with one shot.
"On the left, on the left." a guy instructed, bullets firing off in my direction. I spotted Weiss behind his desk, putting a fresh clip in his gun, using me as a distraction to take the group down.
I spotted Simon out of the corner of my eye, hacking into my computer, looking for something. I directed my gun at him, but Faith must have seen me, because she yelled in screeching voice,
"Simon watch out!"
With the warning Simon easily dodged the bullet.
---Faith's
POV---
I smirked, spotting a pissed off Sydney crouching as she
made her way towards me. She increased her speed and I could tell she
was going to start some sort of attack. She stopped suddenly,
confusing me for a second. She smiled, standing up and delivering to
me a spin kick as I felt myself being flung into something. I closed
my eyes briefly and then opened them again. Sydney was in front of
me, grabbing my throat.
"What did you just have me do?" she demanded.
"Can't you tell?" I laughed.
She smiled at this delivering a punch to my face. I slipped my hand in between her hand and my throat, kicking the legs out from under her. I moved to punch her, but she rolled away, grabbing me and throwing me to the ground. She reached for me again, but I dodged her hand. She picked me up by the shoulders and pushed me into the computer behind me. Next, she grabbed my shirt and pulled me close enough to see her facial expression.
"I will make sure you burn for this." she muttered.
"Want some water with that fire?"
I asked, spitting in her face.
She wiped her face free and threw
me against the desk I had been leaning on. She kept me pinned to the
desk with one hand and began searching through that same desk for
something.
---Sark's POV---
I spotted Sydney strangling
Faith or so it appeared and I knew that Faith had double crossed me.
---Sydney's POV---
I spotted a sniper up above me near
a camera. I had to release Faith to get a good aim at him. I aimed a
tranq. gun at him and shot him down because I wasn't sure whose
side he was on. It was only then that I'd realized that Faith had
gotten away. She was now standing on top of Weiss's desk shooting
down agents.
---Vaughn's POV---
"Okay, what do we know
about the sit-" I began asking before I heard Dixon's voice come
through the Comm. Link.
"Take Bristow down!" he yelled.
"What? Sydney? What did she do? What?" I asked confused.
"Take her down with a non-lethal shot. That's an order." he demanded, severing the link.
"Okay, change of plans, shoot Bristow with a Tranq. Gun." I told the tactical force. "Make sure she isn't harmed, use whatever force to get the others as deemed necessary. Move out."
---Sark's POV---
"Faith!"
I yelled, pulling my sister off the table. "We have to retreat,
SWAT, LAPD, and the NSA are almost here. There's too many of them."
"Get off" she brushed me off. "I know what I'm doing."
She pulled out an automatic gun and began walking in circles.
I watched something roll on the ground, so I took part of my shirt and ripped it, covering my nose and mouth.
---Sydney's
POV---
I jumped on the ground hearing a crash up above us. Part of
the roof was now gone and descending into the building was a
helicopter.
"Sark!" I yelled. I don't think he heard me over the gunfire so I had to pull on his shirt to get his attention. I pulled my gun to his temple.
"What?" he yelled.
"What did you just have me do?" I asked.
"What? Speak louder!" he ordered.
"We've got to get out of here!" I told him.
"How?" he questioned, standing up and finishing up the clip in his gun.
"Hold on!" I replied, standing up and shooting Faith in the leg, while simultaneously yelling, "Vaughn look out!"
Another agent beside Vaughn pulled out his gun, presumably to shoot Sark.
---Sark's POV---
"Bristow,
get down!" I yelled. But Sydney had already collapsed on the floor.
I couldn't find Faith, but I knew she had been shot multiple times,
and I had no clue where everyone else was. I elevated myself so that
I could just see what Vaughn and the other agents were doing. They
were headed my way. "f." I murmured, lifting Sydney up,
resting her back against my shoulder.
"It's a long shot." I told myself.
---Weiss's POV---
I watched as a girl
screamed and I hesitated for a moment wondering if she was with us.
She was watching a slumped body of a man, who when I squinted my eyes
I recognized as Simon. I ran behind a desk and at an angle, shot at
the girl, who apparently had already been hit before.
---Sark's
POV---
I pushed most of Sydney's hair in her face and pointed a
gun to her temple. "Anyone shoots me, and Bristow never wakes up
from her nap." I warned them. All guns pointed my way were either
lowered or averted to someone else. I knew that I would be the first
person they came after, so I had to move. I ran out one of the now
many holes in the building to a waiting car. I opened the back of the
Ford Focus and found myself staring down the barrel of 3
guns.
"Don't move Mr. Sark." Jack instructed. "Now, hand me my daughter."
"You know what, I can't do that." I told him, shooting him, Kendall, and some other guy with my tranq. I shoved, their limp bodies outside and pushed Sydney over to the passenger's side before hurrying into the driver's seat. I floored the car and drove away, taking corners every so often. I kept glancing in the rear-view mirror expecting someone to come after me.
"Where are you?" I asked outloud.
---Weiss's
POV---
The explosions became more and more frequent.
"Hey cutie." a voice called. It was the girl I had shot. She was bleeding from head to toe. "You'll help me, if you want to see tomorrow."
"Really?" I asked, aiming my gun at her.
"Shame on you." she called, waving her index finger, shooting me in the leg. "Your little toys don't scare me, now, take me to the conference room. Now!"
I stumbled along, feeling her gun pressed into my back sharply. "Hold on, we have to make a detour." I felt her shove me in the opposite direction, walking the same way Sydney had when she had arrived earlier.
---Sark's POV---
I drove the car to a warehouse before I
spotted them. They were in a black van, attempting to keep the public
in as much ignorance as possible. I drove in, leaving the car and
hurrying down a flight of stairs, carrying Sydney in my arms, not
even attempting to cover my tracks on the car. I closed and locked
the door at the bottom of the stairs and hurried into a dark room. I
felt along the walls for the loose brick. When I found it I pushed on
it gently and type in a code. A device popped up demanding
fingerprint identification.
"Damn formalities." I whispered angrily. I pressed my hand against the gel pad and waited for it to approve me. Next I was prompted for a code. I heard the Agents attempt to open the door. I typed in the code and a door opened, in which I hurried through the door closing and locking behind me, as if nothing had ever changed. There I found a selection of cars. I hurried into the nearest one, a red Acura. The keys were already in the car and I drove through the underground parking lot and there I parked the red car, making sure to wipe my prints clean this time and then I took a Black Altima, driving out of the parking lot. I drove to a hotel and checked out a room under an alias. I drove away, dialing a phone number.
"Hey, Paul, I need a false passport. Yes, I'll meet you at that warehouse, my ETA is 5 minutes. But, I need it to be already made when I get there. Okay, thanks." I turned off my phone and headed for the warehouse.
Paul was freelance, he made fake id's, false passports, fake birth certificates, and things along those lines. I pulled into the library parking lot and walking calmly around the block before crossing the street to the warehouse.
I walked in, nodding to Paul when I spotted him. Paul was 5' 7'', with a beer belly, and balding brown hair. He was wearing blue sweatpants and a wife beater with a pink dress shirt over it.
"Is it Halloween already?" I asked.
"Haha, very funny. Well, here's your passport, Mr. James Casteel. Now, I have it in American, British, and few European countries, all the same name, mind you."
"How much do I owe you?" I asked him.
"5 grand, and that's with the friend discount." he informed me.
I pulled out my wallet and counted out 5,000 dollars. "Thanks."
With that I hurried out of the building. I used my cell phone and dialed a hotel. "Yes, hello, my name is James Casteel and I would like a suite please. How many days? 2. My credit card number?" I began using an American accent. I preceded to give him an account number of the covenant. I parked at a house, waiting for awhile then driving away, making sure to be cautious.
---Faith's POV---
I pocketed
the hair clip and walked out of the conference room. Or so I led the
agent to believe. I locked the door after he left the room and
climbed up on the table. I bent down to my boots and pressed a
button. Immediately they grew a few inches. I pulled out the cover
for the vent and began working my way into it. I could hear the
pounding on the door as the agents attempted to open it. I knew I
would need someone to get me out of here. After I walked for a few
minutes I knew I was in safe territory. I kicked open the grill for
the vent and hopped down, wincing as pain shot up my leg. I smiled,
spotted a dead SWAT member waiting for me, I hurriedly exchanged
clothes and walked towards the SWAT vehicle. I hopped in the back and
waited for the vehicle to start.
"Your bleeding." the Auburn haired man stated the obvious.
"Gee, you think?" I retorted.
He wasn't looking so good himself. He had been shot badly in the leg and had to have some of our men help him to the vehicle. With a bolt I felt the vehicle begin to move.
"Hey, Lazaray." the Aubrun hair man called.
"What?" I asked, running a hand through my hair.
"Where's your brother?" he questioned, standing up despite the pain.
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