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The Guardian Angel - Chapter 1
Sydney tugged at the ropes that securely tied her to the chair. Realizing that her constant struggle to loosen the grips of the ropes over the past hour had yielded no results, she sighed and finally gave up. She had been sitting in the cell for hours, and all this time, she had not met her captors.
She began to replay the entire mission in her head. Everything had gone so well. In fact, it was almost too easy. And just when she thought she had what she needed to complete the mission, someone or something struck her from the back and everything went black. The next thing she knew, she was tied to a chair in this dark cell.
After dozing off for a few hours, Sydney was awoken by the sound of the cell door opening. "Finally!" she thought to herself. The light flooded in from the corridors and she squinted her eyes as they adjusted to the sudden brightness. Immediately, she felt several hands holding her still while the ropes were untied. Before she had time to execute an attempted escape, her hands were again tied, this time to a low-hanging bar in the cell. Similarly, her feet were also tied, completely immobilizing her. The guards left almost as quickly as they arrived. She heard the door to the cell shut. Even without opening her eyes, Sydney could tell that she wasn't alone in the cell.
"Ah, Sydney," a woman's voice said with a slight Russian accent. "It's been too long!"
A feeling of disgust overcame Sydney as she heard the voice. "It can't be," she told herself.
"I'm sorry we had to meet in this condition," the woman continued.
"What do you want?" Sydney demanded. She had no intention of acknowledging her mother. She lost that right almost thirty years ago when she faked her death.
"You don't seem happy to see me," the woman answered, a bemused expression on her face.
"I'm asking you again," Sydney continued. "What do you want, Irina?"
Momentarily taken aback by Sydney's harsh tone, Irina took a few moments to regain her composure. "Well, I can see that we won't get much work done today. Maybe I ought to let you get used to your surroundings first. We'll continue at another time." With that, Irina left the cell, leaving Sydney's mind reeling from the sight of her mother after such a long time.
Barely a minute had passed before the cell door opened once again. Sydney was about to make a sarcastic comment when she realized that her visitor wasn't Irina. She rolled her eyes in annoyance as she recognized who the visitor was.
"Can't you guys come all at once so I can have some peace and quiet?" Sydney asked sarcastically.
There was no immediate response from the visitor, although a soft chuckle could be heard. "Miss Bristow, you are awfully edgy today!" the young man replied in a British accent. "I think you're much too tense. Perhaps I can help you out?"
"You? Help me out?" Sydney sneered. "That's funny, Sark."
Sark smiled back with an almost innocent smile. "We'll just have to see about that, won't we?" he said as he walked towards her. Sark stood behind Sydney and leaned in really close. "Did I ever tell you that you're a very attractive woman?"
Sydney could smell Sark's cologne and felt shivers down her spine as he spoke softly in her ear. She hated this man. She hated him with a passion. Several months ago, she had reluctantly acknowledged that Sark was her greatest foe yet. Unlike her other enemies, Sark was smart - almost to the point of brilliance. He was young and cunning and in many ways possessed the same qualities as Sydney. She hated to admit it but she was somewhat intimidated by Sark. "Maybe I have finally met my match," she remembered thinking to herself.
All those thoughts were interrupted when Sydney felt Sark's hands on her body. "Get your filthy hands off of me, you creep!!" she yelled. Sark completely ignored her as his hands ran all over Sydney's tight-fitting outfit. His hands slowly made their way down towards her legs and back up again.
"I am going to kick your sorry ass so bad you won't even recognize it, Sark," Sydney threatened. She was so angry she was sure would break free of the ropes any second now. "How dare this creep treat me like some cheap sex object??" she thought to herself. "Who does he think he is??"
Sark laughed at Sydney's comment. "Now you've got me really interested!!" After several more minutes, Sark finally took his hands off of Sydney and walked to the other side of the cell. He paused for a moment before turning around to face Sydney again, a cocky smirk on his face. "Well, that was entertaining," he said matter-of-factly. "But I think we're ready to move on to more interesting activities."
"You're never going to get away with this, Sark."
"We'll just have to see about that, don't we?" Sark seemed really amused by Sydney's reaction. "So, Miss Bristow, why don't you tell me about the KSP compound?"
"In your dreams, Sark. Even if I were to spill the secret, I'd spill it to someone who actually has power, not some pathetic, kiss-ass, wannabe assassin."
A look of mock hurt appeared on Sark's face. "You're a very interesting woman, Miss Bristow. I find you more intriguing with each passing minute. But like I said, I think we've wasted enough time in this cell. Let's move on to the next game, shall we?"
Almost immediately, the cell doors opened and several guards walked in. They partially untied the ropes and led Sydney down a corridor. After several minutes, they arrived at a steel door.
"Well, Miss Bristow," Sark began, "I'm in the mood for a nice hunting game today. These guards will take you downstairs into one of the halls. We'll give you a 5 minutes head start before I send my men after you. If you escape from here, then you win, I suppose. But if my men catch up to you.well, I think you know what will happen."
Sydney looked around the guards and saw the heavy weaponry that they were carrying. A look of horror came across her face. "You are a sick bastard, Sark!!"
"I'll take that as a compliment, Miss Bristow," Sark countered. "Have fun!" he smirked as he turned and walked away.
The guards snickered as two of them led Sydney through the steel door and down the stairs.
~ to be continued ~
This is my first Alias fic. I'd love to get feedback! Please review the story or e-mail me at [email protected]!
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The Guardian Angel - Chapter 1
Sydney tugged at the ropes that securely tied her to the chair. Realizing that her constant struggle to loosen the grips of the ropes over the past hour had yielded no results, she sighed and finally gave up. She had been sitting in the cell for hours, and all this time, she had not met her captors.
She began to replay the entire mission in her head. Everything had gone so well. In fact, it was almost too easy. And just when she thought she had what she needed to complete the mission, someone or something struck her from the back and everything went black. The next thing she knew, she was tied to a chair in this dark cell.
After dozing off for a few hours, Sydney was awoken by the sound of the cell door opening. "Finally!" she thought to herself. The light flooded in from the corridors and she squinted her eyes as they adjusted to the sudden brightness. Immediately, she felt several hands holding her still while the ropes were untied. Before she had time to execute an attempted escape, her hands were again tied, this time to a low-hanging bar in the cell. Similarly, her feet were also tied, completely immobilizing her. The guards left almost as quickly as they arrived. She heard the door to the cell shut. Even without opening her eyes, Sydney could tell that she wasn't alone in the cell.
"Ah, Sydney," a woman's voice said with a slight Russian accent. "It's been too long!"
A feeling of disgust overcame Sydney as she heard the voice. "It can't be," she told herself.
"I'm sorry we had to meet in this condition," the woman continued.
"What do you want?" Sydney demanded. She had no intention of acknowledging her mother. She lost that right almost thirty years ago when she faked her death.
"You don't seem happy to see me," the woman answered, a bemused expression on her face.
"I'm asking you again," Sydney continued. "What do you want, Irina?"
Momentarily taken aback by Sydney's harsh tone, Irina took a few moments to regain her composure. "Well, I can see that we won't get much work done today. Maybe I ought to let you get used to your surroundings first. We'll continue at another time." With that, Irina left the cell, leaving Sydney's mind reeling from the sight of her mother after such a long time.
Barely a minute had passed before the cell door opened once again. Sydney was about to make a sarcastic comment when she realized that her visitor wasn't Irina. She rolled her eyes in annoyance as she recognized who the visitor was.
"Can't you guys come all at once so I can have some peace and quiet?" Sydney asked sarcastically.
There was no immediate response from the visitor, although a soft chuckle could be heard. "Miss Bristow, you are awfully edgy today!" the young man replied in a British accent. "I think you're much too tense. Perhaps I can help you out?"
"You? Help me out?" Sydney sneered. "That's funny, Sark."
Sark smiled back with an almost innocent smile. "We'll just have to see about that, won't we?" he said as he walked towards her. Sark stood behind Sydney and leaned in really close. "Did I ever tell you that you're a very attractive woman?"
Sydney could smell Sark's cologne and felt shivers down her spine as he spoke softly in her ear. She hated this man. She hated him with a passion. Several months ago, she had reluctantly acknowledged that Sark was her greatest foe yet. Unlike her other enemies, Sark was smart - almost to the point of brilliance. He was young and cunning and in many ways possessed the same qualities as Sydney. She hated to admit it but she was somewhat intimidated by Sark. "Maybe I have finally met my match," she remembered thinking to herself.
All those thoughts were interrupted when Sydney felt Sark's hands on her body. "Get your filthy hands off of me, you creep!!" she yelled. Sark completely ignored her as his hands ran all over Sydney's tight-fitting outfit. His hands slowly made their way down towards her legs and back up again.
"I am going to kick your sorry ass so bad you won't even recognize it, Sark," Sydney threatened. She was so angry she was sure would break free of the ropes any second now. "How dare this creep treat me like some cheap sex object??" she thought to herself. "Who does he think he is??"
Sark laughed at Sydney's comment. "Now you've got me really interested!!" After several more minutes, Sark finally took his hands off of Sydney and walked to the other side of the cell. He paused for a moment before turning around to face Sydney again, a cocky smirk on his face. "Well, that was entertaining," he said matter-of-factly. "But I think we're ready to move on to more interesting activities."
"You're never going to get away with this, Sark."
"We'll just have to see about that, don't we?" Sark seemed really amused by Sydney's reaction. "So, Miss Bristow, why don't you tell me about the KSP compound?"
"In your dreams, Sark. Even if I were to spill the secret, I'd spill it to someone who actually has power, not some pathetic, kiss-ass, wannabe assassin."
A look of mock hurt appeared on Sark's face. "You're a very interesting woman, Miss Bristow. I find you more intriguing with each passing minute. But like I said, I think we've wasted enough time in this cell. Let's move on to the next game, shall we?"
Almost immediately, the cell doors opened and several guards walked in. They partially untied the ropes and led Sydney down a corridor. After several minutes, they arrived at a steel door.
"Well, Miss Bristow," Sark began, "I'm in the mood for a nice hunting game today. These guards will take you downstairs into one of the halls. We'll give you a 5 minutes head start before I send my men after you. If you escape from here, then you win, I suppose. But if my men catch up to you.well, I think you know what will happen."
Sydney looked around the guards and saw the heavy weaponry that they were carrying. A look of horror came across her face. "You are a sick bastard, Sark!!"
"I'll take that as a compliment, Miss Bristow," Sark countered. "Have fun!" he smirked as he turned and walked away.
The guards snickered as two of them led Sydney through the steel door and down the stairs.
~ to be continued ~