Sunfire_77
Cadet
I have been kinda busy with things and I thought of a fic of Alias in a real place. Real dramas real problems. real deaths. real CIA. So I hope my ideas can bring together an enjoyable funny dramatic story.
Ch.1 ** The new beginning**
Michael Swiftily but caustiously got out of the 98" Jag, and took his sunglasses off. The street was cold and pale. Black women with knitting material sat on their front porches with curiousity in their eyes. Children , in what clothes they had, Played hop scotch and jump rope in their front yards. The streets were paved with ghetto mentally written over it.
Michael looked at the site and felt a pain. He was use to the feeling of insecurity the children went through in the ghettos of L.A. He walked with pride and Arogance. His hands sweating and his knees weak. He walked up to the creaky white fence and pulled it open. Toys covered the front yard of the old run down house. An African American man in Baggy blue pants and a baggy tank top came from the screechy front door. He had a sence of Business in his eyes. The man walked down from the steps right in front of Michael. He lifted his hand and made a gesturious fist. Michael did the same and they bumbed hands.
"You here ta see Mitch." Asked the man. His front gold tooth Gleaming from the cloudy sky.
Michael lifted his glasses off and put them in his coat. He looked at the man straight in the eye.
"Yea. I am here for my stash." He said with confidence.
The man raised his brow slightily.
" The coopdaville is in da lot." Said Michael suringly.
The man smiled and started his way up the creeky steps. Michael followed with relief.
The screen door screeched open and shut.
The man showed Michael down the stairs into the basement. Where in the smoky room a bunch of men in dark colored coats sat around a fold up table with chairs to match.
One man stood up curiously and the others followed.
The man with Michael raised his hands in confidence.
"He's lookin for Mitch." The man proclaimed. The guys then sat down and went back to their business.
A man with dark skin and fancy clothes came from behind them.
Michael and the man turned around and stared at the man.
"You Mitch?" Michael asked curiously.
"Yee. What brings you to me?" The Mitch asked curiously.
But before Michael could answer the sound of bullets rang from upstairs.
Ch.1 ** The new beginning**
Michael Swiftily but caustiously got out of the 98" Jag, and took his sunglasses off. The street was cold and pale. Black women with knitting material sat on their front porches with curiousity in their eyes. Children , in what clothes they had, Played hop scotch and jump rope in their front yards. The streets were paved with ghetto mentally written over it.
Michael looked at the site and felt a pain. He was use to the feeling of insecurity the children went through in the ghettos of L.A. He walked with pride and Arogance. His hands sweating and his knees weak. He walked up to the creaky white fence and pulled it open. Toys covered the front yard of the old run down house. An African American man in Baggy blue pants and a baggy tank top came from the screechy front door. He had a sence of Business in his eyes. The man walked down from the steps right in front of Michael. He lifted his hand and made a gesturious fist. Michael did the same and they bumbed hands.
"You here ta see Mitch." Asked the man. His front gold tooth Gleaming from the cloudy sky.
Michael lifted his glasses off and put them in his coat. He looked at the man straight in the eye.
"Yea. I am here for my stash." He said with confidence.
The man raised his brow slightily.
" The coopdaville is in da lot." Said Michael suringly.
The man smiled and started his way up the creeky steps. Michael followed with relief.
The screen door screeched open and shut.
The man showed Michael down the stairs into the basement. Where in the smoky room a bunch of men in dark colored coats sat around a fold up table with chairs to match.
One man stood up curiously and the others followed.
The man with Michael raised his hands in confidence.
"He's lookin for Mitch." The man proclaimed. The guys then sat down and went back to their business.
A man with dark skin and fancy clothes came from behind them.
Michael and the man turned around and stared at the man.
"You Mitch?" Michael asked curiously.
"Yee. What brings you to me?" The Mitch asked curiously.
But before Michael could answer the sound of bullets rang from upstairs.
It has to do with the CIA. 
Hehehehe!! 
