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NOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!! ANYTHING BUT MATH!!!!!! Ok, I'm workin' on the next chapter. It'll be short but sweet, as par usual. Oh, we have been working on descriptive poetry, so I will be full of adjectives and adverbs, and AHHHH!!! WAYYYYYY too much L.A.!
 
Anddddddd...... nearly half an hour later, we have it. Sorry it took me so long.
Chapter 9
IST[A]NBUL
“I knew you would come around when properly convinced” Sark said, a victorious smirk all over his evilly handsome face.
“You may have won this time, but suck it up Sark. I’m still going to beat you.” Sydney said, finding it unbearable to see him get the better of her and look so smug all at once. She had a nearly uncontrollable urge to throttle him until his face turned blue and his eyes popped out. She clenched her fists and ground her teeth to control the rage.
“Temper, temper, Miss Bristow.” Sark said.
“What the heck? It’s like he’s reading my mind…”Syd thought. “No way. He just read your emotions and actions. After all, clenching fists and gnashing teeth isn’t a thing cheerful little people do. Hmm, I would be a cheerful little person if his over-large ego smashed him into the pavement, or he exploded ‘cause he’s so full of hot air.” out loud, she spoke in a level, even tone, despite being ready to scream inside. “So, Mr. Sark, what do you have planned?”
“You are to infiltrate a warehouse in Moscow tomorrow night. You will retrieve a package. It is in a large wooden crate marked ‘Property of the Russian Government’,” Sark said in his soothing yet infuriating British accent.
“What’s in it and why am I doing it?” Sydney asked. She didn’t really expect an answer, knowing how cryptic Sark was.
“That’s for me to know and you to find out.” Sark said, looking infuriatingly superior.
“Oh really?” Sydney hissed under her breath. “I guess I’ll have to find out.”
 
Um..... that last chapter before this one's eneding sounded familer....mmmm i wander why..could that be because i used that in our fic!!!!!!!! anyhow write more!!!!!!!! 🐈
 
AH! Ok, ok, don't kill me! If anybody wants to take over as co- author, that would be great, cause VALERIE is really leaning on me with this story we are writing, and all of my good ideas are going there, and i can work off of other people's ideas pretty well (ask Val, I was coasting on her a couple months ago like she is on me now) Ok, that's all for now. Lord, please zap me with an idea! *puts a lightbulb over her head. It doesn't light up* RATS!
 
i pmed u some ideas and if i cowrite your fic, it'll b pretty damn depressing and if u don't want a depressing fic, well then i'm not the person 2 cowrite your fic
 
Uh- uh! I'm reading Path of darkness, and it's good, not depressing! Of course, I'm only on page 14, but........ ANyhoo, Valerie can't do it because she doesn't watch Alias (shame, shame. I had to drag her onto this site.), and you seem to be the only other person paying attention anymore..............
 
i don't know if i should post this without your permition crazy 4 alias, but i haven't seen u 4 a week and i wrote a chapt 4 this so i'll post it seeing u don't have any ideas 4 this and i just finished writing the path of darkness (it's not all posted yet though). if u need me 2 pm any1 pm me.

chapter 10

RUSSIA

Sydney walked up to a russian mad with 'the box'.

"I'm here for the package."-Syd

"I assume you're working with Sark."-Man

"Yes."-Syd

The man handed her the package.

"Thankyou."-Syd

"He walked away, Sydney opened it.

"Oh my god."

Sydney threw the box across the room and ran out of the building, the building blew up.

ISTAMBUL

"You just left it there?"-Sark

"It was a bomb, what was I supposed to do, bring it home with me?"-Syd

"How was I supposed to know it was a bomb?"-Sark

"I don't know."-Syd

Sark took out his gun and shot Syd in the knee.

"Ow, ow, ow, why did you have to do that?"

"Because I had to."-Sark

Syd gasped in pain.

"One day you'll be sorry."

"Not if you're dead and burried."-Sark

"You'll die before I do."-Syd

"Yah think? Sydney I think you need to find a piece of paper and start writing out your will."-Sark

"GO TO HELL."-Syd screamed

"You're up first."-Sark

"Shut the hell up."-Syd

"I'll see your dead body later, Sydney."-Ge said as he walked away.

To Be Continued...

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btw, crazy 4 alias, where r u, i NEED 2 talk 2 u
 
I'm right here, in front of my computer. Yay, I'm a rookie! Anyway, Freelancer, it's great! I appreciate any help. And now that you've pulled me out of my rut, chapter 11!
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Chapter 11
LA
Vaughn's POV
Vaughn got into his car, which Weiss was driving for him, blissfully unaware that he had just escaped death. He retrieved his spare cell phone( which he kept just in case he felt the urge to throw his main one into the Pacific), and dialed Sydney's cell phone. He heard it pick up.
"Sydney? Are you all right? Where are you?"
To his great suprise, a british accent we all know too well came over the line.
"Ahh, Mr. Vaughn. Obviously, this is not Sydney. She is fine, and is currently..... busy. Sydney is unavailable and can not come to the phone right now. Please leave a message after the click"
The next thing Vaughn heard was the dial-tone ringing in his ear.
"That b@$t@rd!" Vaughn cursed. "Weiss, we're going to the CIA."
"I dunno about this......." Weiss said, turning the car. "Who's got you so rilled up, anyway?"
"Sark" Vaughn mutered through clenched teeth. "I think he has Sydney."
"Oh Sh*t." Weiss said, stepping on the gas. "Let's go."
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Now, my official announcement! *clears throat, shuffles papers* Freelancer is my co-author from now on! So, Freelancer, the ball's in your court!
~Crazy
 
Hey great chapters!!!!!!!! (y) (y) (y)
And this part was funny about the cellphones :
( which he kept just in case he felt the urge to throw his main one into the Pacific)
Can I get a PM when you update, please? :woot:
:jump: :jump:

And congrats freelancer26 for becoming the co-author! (y)
Please post more soon! :woot: :woot:
 
great chapt! i wanna get more up, but i'm out of ideas and have a rummage sale 2 get ready, maybe i'll get some ideas while i do that
 
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