Another look inot the future

okay...next chap....


~Chapter 5~

“Marshall! Marshall! I need your help,” Sydney said as she appeared at his office doorway.
“Sydney? What are you doing here? I thought you went home,” Marshall asked from his computer. He had a very surprised look on his face.
“I should be asking you the same question,” Sydney said. She sat down in one of the chairs in Marshall’s office.
“Actually, I’m working on the development of a new compound that decreases water friction. The Navy would kill for it. I mean, it would make those really big Navy ships travel at the speed of sound. Yeah, I know. Everybody says that that’s impossible and all, but-” Marshall started to explain.
“Marshall, please, this is important,” Sydney said.
“Well, if it’s more important than one of the greatest technological breakthroughs of our time that could win me a Nobel Peace Prize, go ahead. Tell me your problem,” Marshall replied sarcastically.
Sydney glared at him. “Look, Marshall. Did you watch the news lately?” she asked.
“Nope. Not since last October. I didn’t trust them after that time they gave me the wrong information and I told Kendall, and-” Marshall said.
“Just turn on the TV Marshall,” Sydney interrupted. She gestured to the TV in the corner of Marshall’s office. Marshall got up and turned on the TV.
Sydney cringed when she heard the news anchor speak of what had happened. Marshall listened for a few minutes and turned the TV off. He took a seat at his desk again, totally in shock.
“How could this happen?” Marshall asked. He was stunned. Sydney couldn’t help but smile a bit. Never in all the years that Sydney had known Marshall had she heard him say one sentence without going on about something completely off subject.
“I know this is kind of sudden, but I need you to trace my latest phone call. It’s really, really important.”
Marshall smiled. “Okay. Sounds good. You can be the first to try out my newest invention,” Marshall explained as he took out what looked like a black cell phone. He handed it to Sydney.
“A cell phone?” Sydney asked.
“A cell phone with amazing powers. Go ahead. Turn it on. Press menu and listen,” Marshall said enthusiastically.
Sydney did as she was told. She turned on the cell phone, pressed the menu button, and held the phone up to her ear.
“Welcome to the Mobile Marshall system,” a computer voice that sounded like Marshall’s said over the phone, “Your choices are as follows. Press one to find a CIA profile. Press two to trace a phone call. Press three to contact a CIA agent. Press four to contact Marshall. Press five to hear Marshall’s quote of the day.”
Sydney glanced over at Marshall. “Quote of the day?” Sydney asked.
“Yeah. Sorry, I got kinda bored. Added that in there for fun,” Marshall replied with a grin, “Now press two to trace your latest phone call.”
Sydney pressed two and held the phone to her ear again.
The computer Marshall’s voice started talking again, “You have selected to trace a phone call. Please enter the phone number now.”
Sydney dialed her own home phone number. The computer voice began again, “The last phone call made to this phone number is being traced. Please wait. (pause) Thank you for waiting. The last phone call has come from the following address: 18285 Orange Blossom Avenue, Los Angeles, California. Press one to dial another number. Press two to go to the main menu.”
Sydney ignored the choices and turned off the phone completely. “Umm, Marshall? I’m not saying its bad or anything, but are you sure this information is accurate?” Sydney asked.
“Of course. I inspect each one personally. Why?” Marshall asked.
“You don’t mind if I keep this do you?” Sydney asked, ignoring Marshall’s question. She pocketed the phone.
“Go ahead. I made about a dozen more. If you don’t like black I have every color of the rainbow,” Marshall said, opening a drawer in his desk. He picked up a bright pink one and showed it to Sydney.
“Black’s fine,” Sydney said. She headed for the front door.
“Wait, Sydney! Please tell me. Where did the last phone call come from?” Marshall asked anxiously.
Sydney turned around. She had a worried look on her face. “It came from my house,” she said simply and left.
 
thnax! im so glad you like it..

~Chapter 4~

(two days later, 8:23 PM, Tuesday)
Michael Vaughn knocked on Sydney’s door excitedly. He held a bouquet of roses in his hands. He was going to surprise her by coming home a day early. Michael knocked again. No one came to the door.
Michael glanced at his watch. 8:24. “Where is she?” Michael said out loud. He knocked on the door again. Still, no one came.
Michael was worried now. He put his hand on the doorknob and turned it. To his surprise, it opened easily. Now, Michael was concerned. Sydney would never leave her door unlocked.
He cautiously opened the door and stepped inside. He looked around. Furniture was turned over, the TV was broken, and the glass coffee table was shattered.
Michael dropped the roses onto the floor and ran to the turned over couch. He noticed something that sent a shiver up his spine. There were small holes and blood splatter.
“Bullet holes,” Michael said out loud. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a pair of tweezers. “And Weiss said they wouldn’t come in handy,” Michael mumbled as he poked the tweezers and pulled out a small bullet from the couch. He pocketed the bullet and stood up again. He walked into the kitchen.
The table was turned over. There had been a struggle. Dishes were still in the sink. She had not expected someone. Something caught his eye. He walked to the kitchen counter. It was a cutout from a newspaper. It was an article written about the recent breakout of Sark from the prison.
“Sydney,” Michael exclaimed after finishing the article. He pocketed the article and ran out the front door.
 
~Chapter 5~

(about the same time)
Sydney let her head drop limply. There was no use. She was going to die here anyway. If only she knew where here was.
She lifted her head weakly. She peered into the darkness. Nothing moved. Everything was silent except the constant squeaking of unseen rats.
Sydney struggled feebly. She had no more strength. Her thoughts traveled to Michael. She wondered what he was doing.
She inadvertently tried to lift her left arm so she could admire the ring he had given her. The metal chains that bound her dung deeper into her wrists. She could feel her wrist bleed openly.
“Someone help me,” Sydney muttered. She let her head drop again.
“Blood loss will make you even more tired,” a menacing voice informed. Sydney didn’t say anything. She lifted her head with newfound energy.
“Really now. I would think that two days without food, water, or medical attention for that bullet wound I gave you would take its toll on you,” Sark said, stepping out of the shadows.
“Your voice is enough to perk me right up again, Sark,” Sydney said hatefully.
“You really shouldn’t be so hateful,” Sark said cruelly, “Or I might change my mind about sharing.” Sark pulled a water bottle from his jacket pocket. Sydney stared thirstily at it. “Thirsty are you?” Sark said cruelly. He twisted off the cap and tipped the water bottle so that a thin stream of water spilled out. “Just say ‘stop’ and I’ll give you the rest of the water, Sydney,” Sark teased. He kept pouring out the water.
“I won’t give in to your games,” Sydney said hatefully. She watched as Sark emptied the water bottle.
“Even I’ve given up hope for you Sydney. I was hoping your dear Agent Vaughn would come by now. It’s so sad to see you like this,” Sark said.
“What do you want with Agent Vaughn?” Sydney asked.
“I want him to watch me as I kill you,” Sark said as he left the room, laughing evilly.
Sydney struggled in her chair some more. The thought of Michael filled her with a strength that not even food and water could provide.
She struggled some more. It was no use. She fainted.
 
Awwwwwwwwwww............... poor syd :( I hate to see her in pain!! Vaughn better kill that british little bootie!!! and there better be some S/V luvin' afterward!!!

he he write more soon!!

~KM :angelic:
 
awwww write tons more plzzzzzzz i just want vaughn and syd to get married that is like my ultimate dream for alias! :kissme: i love it! okay this is kinda :eek:fftopic: but vartan is a ultra hottie!!!!!





~Lauren :super: ~
 
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