Rambaldi_Follower
Cadet
Hi everyone,
This is my first fan fic. I'm not sure if it's good enough to carry on but I thought I might as well post it. Anyway this takes place about the beginging of the season 2. Everyone thinks Emily is dead even Sloane, and if he knows that she isn't dead he's not letting on. PHEW!
j.j abrams owns the charachters etc...
please r/r here ya go...
New Recruit
Chapter 1
Sydney got the Joeys Pizza call about 4:00 and was out of the house by 4:10. She rushed to their warehouse looking forward to seeing Vaughn.
“Hey, Syd, you look happy what’s up?”
“Oh, nothing much. So, why have you called me here. Not that I mind or anything.”
She stopped there not wanting to embarrass herself further, but he didn't seem to notice.
“Well, as it happens there should be something coming up that would make your life easier.”
“You mean my dad getting a personality transplant?”
Vaughn smiled for a fleeting second, then went into deadly serious-work mode.
“Only a few hours before Emily Sloane died she changed her will. Instead of leaving her possessions to Arvin Sloane she left them all to her only living relative. A niece living in England.”
“What’s this got to do with me?
“We think Sloane might try to recruit her into SD-6 when she comes to LA collect the things. Her IQ is exceptional, and she has already been approached by the British Secret Service.”
“Did she accept?” Sydney asked, getting more interested by the minute.
“Not that we know of. But she could be tempted by the offer of a career with the CIA.”
Vaughn said the last part of that sentence with contempt, almost disgust. He paused for a moment.
“If Sloane does recruit her, make friends with her, we will assess her behaviour to see how to continue.
“Are you sure it’s worth involving someone in a life like this? I mean being a double agent?”
“Syd if we don’t get to her, Sloane will. The CIA isn’t going to let a double agent slip through the net like that.”
A look of resignation set itself on Sydney's face as she realised that they had to do this. This feeling was confirmed when she asked her next question.
“Ok what do I have to do?”
Vaughn quickly shifted from persuasive mode to mission mode.
“We need Sloane to give us some information when his niece is arriving in LA. If you ask him how he’s coping after Emily’s death, that should do the trick.”
“Urgh talking to that creep might actually mean looking at his wrinkled old dog face.”
Vaughn smiled inwardly at that metaphor before he carried on.
“Ok here’s what we know about her. Her name is Chloe Sanderson. She’s 5”6 , shoulder-length blond hair, blue eyes and she’s 25.” He handed Sydney a picture.
She looked it over. “Ok I’ll get right on it.”
This is my first fan fic. I'm not sure if it's good enough to carry on but I thought I might as well post it. Anyway this takes place about the beginging of the season 2. Everyone thinks Emily is dead even Sloane, and if he knows that she isn't dead he's not letting on. PHEW!
j.j abrams owns the charachters etc...
please r/r here ya go...
New Recruit
Chapter 1
Sydney got the Joeys Pizza call about 4:00 and was out of the house by 4:10. She rushed to their warehouse looking forward to seeing Vaughn.
“Hey, Syd, you look happy what’s up?”
“Oh, nothing much. So, why have you called me here. Not that I mind or anything.”
She stopped there not wanting to embarrass herself further, but he didn't seem to notice.
“Well, as it happens there should be something coming up that would make your life easier.”
“You mean my dad getting a personality transplant?”
Vaughn smiled for a fleeting second, then went into deadly serious-work mode.
“Only a few hours before Emily Sloane died she changed her will. Instead of leaving her possessions to Arvin Sloane she left them all to her only living relative. A niece living in England.”
“What’s this got to do with me?
“We think Sloane might try to recruit her into SD-6 when she comes to LA collect the things. Her IQ is exceptional, and she has already been approached by the British Secret Service.”
“Did she accept?” Sydney asked, getting more interested by the minute.
“Not that we know of. But she could be tempted by the offer of a career with the CIA.”
Vaughn said the last part of that sentence with contempt, almost disgust. He paused for a moment.
“If Sloane does recruit her, make friends with her, we will assess her behaviour to see how to continue.
“Are you sure it’s worth involving someone in a life like this? I mean being a double agent?”
“Syd if we don’t get to her, Sloane will. The CIA isn’t going to let a double agent slip through the net like that.”
A look of resignation set itself on Sydney's face as she realised that they had to do this. This feeling was confirmed when she asked her next question.
“Ok what do I have to do?”
Vaughn quickly shifted from persuasive mode to mission mode.
“We need Sloane to give us some information when his niece is arriving in LA. If you ask him how he’s coping after Emily’s death, that should do the trick.”
“Urgh talking to that creep might actually mean looking at his wrinkled old dog face.”
Vaughn smiled inwardly at that metaphor before he carried on.
“Ok here’s what we know about her. Her name is Chloe Sanderson. She’s 5”6 , shoulder-length blond hair, blue eyes and she’s 25.” He handed Sydney a picture.
She looked it over. “Ok I’ll get right on it.”