Alias=Life
Cadet
Title: Caught in the Middle
Disclaimer: I don’t own anything. I’m just a 14-year-old girl with no life who is waiting for Season 5, and writing to pass the time.
Description: Sydney is a cold, ruthless mercenary; she sides with whoever pays her the most or whatever she can benefit from, and she is loyal to no one. She has a shaky past with her family, who she left behind. One day, one of her assignments drags her back to her family, where she is forced to help them. It’s then when she meets her little sister for the first time in twenty years… and Michael Vaughn. Is Sydney willing to change and throw her old life away to start over?
Rating: I’d say about PG or PG-13. There is some violence and swearing, but that’s about it.
A/N: Hey everyone! I just came up with this idea and I thought it would be fun to write. There isn't much S/V stuff at the beginning, but there will be later, I can assure you
. Anyway, please read and reply, because I want to know what you all think!
*****
CIA HQ, Los Angeles
Nadia Santos walked briskly down the CIA halls, her shoes squeaking on the marble floor with every step she took; she had just finished a report that her father had asked her to do, and she was searching for him.
She had already checked his office, and he wasn’t there. She knew he hadn’t left because his office was still kind of messy, and he always cleaned it and put everything away before he left. Jack Bristow didn’t have a life anyway; he lived for the agency.
As she was heading to the briefing room, she spotted her good friend Michael Vaughn.
“Hey, Vaughn! Have you seen my father? I’m supposed to hand in my report,” Nadia asked, running over to him.
“He’s in the briefing room with Kendall and Dixon. They’re talking about something important, and they don’t want anyone to bother them,” Vaughn explained.
“Well, that’s too bad, because I’m not going to stand around and wait for six hours…” she thought.
“Thanks, Vaughn. I’ll talk to you later,” she said, continuing her journey to the briefing room.
Michael Vaughn was a gorgeous, smart man, but he was rather naive. Then again, so were most people at this agency. She had first met him about three years ago when her boyfriend, Eric Weiss, introduced him to her. Vaughn was Eric’s best friend, and of course, Nadia made friends with him right away.
She reached her final destination: the briefing room.
She opened the door just a crack, hopping that they wouldn’t notice her.
“She’s already terrorized half of Europe! We shouldn’t be trying to collaborate with her!” Kendall said.
“I didn’t say “collaborate with her.” I meant that sooner or later, she will come after us. I think it’s best if we try to get a hold of her. After all, she’ll go wherever she can benefit from,” Jack replied.
“She’s a mercenary! She plays for the highest payer, and she’ll do anything to get what she wants! Even if we did collaborate with her, after she finishes with her “duty,” she’ll go back to being our enemy! She’s too dangerous! She needs to be eliminated!” shouted Kendall.
“Who are they talking about?” Nadia wondered, deciding to eavesdrop a little while longer.
“That’s the problem! Don’t you think we’ve tried that!? We’ve sent in dozens of teams, and she defeated them all single-handedly! We may be vast in numbers compared to her, but her superior intellect has defeated us time after time! She isn’t an easy kill!” Dixon explained.
“As of right now, we need to find her and keep track of her. We can’t afford to let her outsmart us again,” Jack said.
“Easier said than done. The Magic Bullet of Dusk is virtually undetectable,” Dixon replied.
“The Magic Bullet of Dusk? I’ve heard of her! She’s supposed to be almost as smart as Einstein, and her strategies are impossible to foil; she’s an elite solider, a famous assassin, and a ruthless, megalomaniac!” Nadia thought.
Nadia tried to open the door a crack more, but the door squeaked, and all three men directed their attention towards her.
“Nadia, what is it?” Jack asked.
“I, uh, finished the report you gave me,” she said, walking into the room and handing it too him.
“Good work. I’ll see you tomorrow,” he said, accepting the papers and dismissing her.
Nadia left the room, and left the men to their discussion,
“The Magic Bullet of Dusk? Why now? Why did they decided to take action now? Is she becoming more of a threat by each passing day?” she asked herself, as she left the building and got into her car.
“Well, I don’t know what’s going on, but I intend to find out.”
*****
Somewhere in Siberia…
She sat in her arm chair, tapping her fingers incessantly on the coffee table next to her; she hated waiting. She was a very quick-tempered, and wasn’t the most patient person in the world. In fact, waiting nearly drove her insane… more insane than she already was.
“He said two days… it’s been three…” she said, watching her cat eat from it’s food dish.
She had been contacted by Mackenzie Azrael, the leader of the rising CGE. The CGE stood for the Cerulean Globe Enforcers; a group which believed that they were keeping the world “blue and pure” by killing all who oppose them. Of course, they were no better than any other terrorist organization, and she knew that they were after something big, but that was none of her concern.
Azrael, the c***y, little bastard, had told her that he had a “job” that “required her skills,” which of course meant he wanted her to assassinate someone. She didn’t much care for Mackenzie Azrael. In fact, she hated him.
“That man acts as though he’s doing great things and helping the world, but really, he’s doing nothing more than defiling it, and he knows it too. It’s not like I care, though, because it’s none of my concern. As long as he holds up his end of the bargain and gives me what I want, I’ll do anything he asks of me,” she thought.
He had called her and said he had a job for her, and he’d speak to her in two days to give her the details. It had been three days, and still no sign.
“That little punk-ass b***h is probably laughing at me right now,” she uttered, clenching her fists tightly, drawing blood.
Her cat jumped up on her lap, and curled up in a ball, settling down.
She stroked it gently, staining it’s black fur with blood, and it purred loudly.
“Good girl,” she said, continuing to pet it.
Her cat was her only friend; everyone else was dead afraid of her. She had had her for years, and she liked her because she never complained, she never put up a fight, and best of all, she was silent.
Sydney picked up her cat and placed it on the chair she was sitting in. She walked into the kitchen to make herself some coffee when she heard the phone ring.
“That must be him,” she thought, answering it.
“Hello?” she asked, waiting for someone to reply.
“Miss Son, it’s so good to hear your voice again,” he said in his annoying, mocking voice.
“What do you want? Do you have the details?” she asked, sternly.
She was not in the mood for games.
“I do, but I was hoping we could discuss them over dinner tomorrow night,” he said.
She clenched the phone tighter, and she knew that he knew that he was driving her crazy.
“Fine. Whatever. Just make sure you have the money and the plan,” she said, hanging up.
She slammed the phone down and walked away. She didn’t want to go, but if it would get her one step closer to achieving her goals, then she would just have to live through it.
She had no conscience, and she felt no remorse for anyone or anything. She drifted through life going wherever the money was, or wherever she could benefit most. She never cared about what she had to do to obtain her goals, just as long as she could get there.
She opened the cupboard door and dragged a giant bag of cat food out.
“I’m going away for a little while, cat, so you’ll have to take care of yourself,” she said, pouring three bowls of cat food, and three bowls of water.
“That should last her until I get back,” she thought, grabbing her laptop and running out the door.
*****
Nadia Santos’ House, Los Angeles
“So, what are you doing tomorrow?” Weiss asked, snuggling closer to Nadia.
“Well, unlike you, I actually go to work,” she teased.
“Yeah, well, it was a nice day and I didn’t want to spoil it by sitting at a desk,” he replied.
“You’re lucky you haven’t been fire yet…” she mumbled.
“Are you free tomorrow night? This new restaurant just opened, and I’ve been dying to take you there,” he asked.
“I can’t make any promises, but I think I am. All I have to do tomorrow is finish some paperwork… unless my father has a mission for me,” she replied.
Her father had been sending her on many missions lately; more than she could handle.
“I’m sick and tired of flying all across the earth and getting jetlag; if there is something going on, he needs to tell me,” she said.
She couldn’t stop thinking about what her father was talking about. The Magic Bullet of Dusk? Was she really that big of a threat to the CIA? Who was she, anyway?
She couldn’t be sure, but she knew that this had something to do with her, and that the trouble was soon on it’s way.
Disclaimer: I don’t own anything. I’m just a 14-year-old girl with no life who is waiting for Season 5, and writing to pass the time.
Description: Sydney is a cold, ruthless mercenary; she sides with whoever pays her the most or whatever she can benefit from, and she is loyal to no one. She has a shaky past with her family, who she left behind. One day, one of her assignments drags her back to her family, where she is forced to help them. It’s then when she meets her little sister for the first time in twenty years… and Michael Vaughn. Is Sydney willing to change and throw her old life away to start over?
Rating: I’d say about PG or PG-13. There is some violence and swearing, but that’s about it.
A/N: Hey everyone! I just came up with this idea and I thought it would be fun to write. There isn't much S/V stuff at the beginning, but there will be later, I can assure you
. Anyway, please read and reply, because I want to know what you all think!
*****
CIA HQ, Los Angeles
Nadia Santos walked briskly down the CIA halls, her shoes squeaking on the marble floor with every step she took; she had just finished a report that her father had asked her to do, and she was searching for him.
She had already checked his office, and he wasn’t there. She knew he hadn’t left because his office was still kind of messy, and he always cleaned it and put everything away before he left. Jack Bristow didn’t have a life anyway; he lived for the agency.
As she was heading to the briefing room, she spotted her good friend Michael Vaughn.
“Hey, Vaughn! Have you seen my father? I’m supposed to hand in my report,” Nadia asked, running over to him.
“He’s in the briefing room with Kendall and Dixon. They’re talking about something important, and they don’t want anyone to bother them,” Vaughn explained.
“Well, that’s too bad, because I’m not going to stand around and wait for six hours…” she thought.
“Thanks, Vaughn. I’ll talk to you later,” she said, continuing her journey to the briefing room.
Michael Vaughn was a gorgeous, smart man, but he was rather naive. Then again, so were most people at this agency. She had first met him about three years ago when her boyfriend, Eric Weiss, introduced him to her. Vaughn was Eric’s best friend, and of course, Nadia made friends with him right away.
She reached her final destination: the briefing room.
She opened the door just a crack, hopping that they wouldn’t notice her.
“She’s already terrorized half of Europe! We shouldn’t be trying to collaborate with her!” Kendall said.
“I didn’t say “collaborate with her.” I meant that sooner or later, she will come after us. I think it’s best if we try to get a hold of her. After all, she’ll go wherever she can benefit from,” Jack replied.
“She’s a mercenary! She plays for the highest payer, and she’ll do anything to get what she wants! Even if we did collaborate with her, after she finishes with her “duty,” she’ll go back to being our enemy! She’s too dangerous! She needs to be eliminated!” shouted Kendall.
“Who are they talking about?” Nadia wondered, deciding to eavesdrop a little while longer.
“That’s the problem! Don’t you think we’ve tried that!? We’ve sent in dozens of teams, and she defeated them all single-handedly! We may be vast in numbers compared to her, but her superior intellect has defeated us time after time! She isn’t an easy kill!” Dixon explained.
“As of right now, we need to find her and keep track of her. We can’t afford to let her outsmart us again,” Jack said.
“Easier said than done. The Magic Bullet of Dusk is virtually undetectable,” Dixon replied.
“The Magic Bullet of Dusk? I’ve heard of her! She’s supposed to be almost as smart as Einstein, and her strategies are impossible to foil; she’s an elite solider, a famous assassin, and a ruthless, megalomaniac!” Nadia thought.
Nadia tried to open the door a crack more, but the door squeaked, and all three men directed their attention towards her.
“Nadia, what is it?” Jack asked.
“I, uh, finished the report you gave me,” she said, walking into the room and handing it too him.
“Good work. I’ll see you tomorrow,” he said, accepting the papers and dismissing her.
Nadia left the room, and left the men to their discussion,
“The Magic Bullet of Dusk? Why now? Why did they decided to take action now? Is she becoming more of a threat by each passing day?” she asked herself, as she left the building and got into her car.
“Well, I don’t know what’s going on, but I intend to find out.”
*****
Somewhere in Siberia…
She sat in her arm chair, tapping her fingers incessantly on the coffee table next to her; she hated waiting. She was a very quick-tempered, and wasn’t the most patient person in the world. In fact, waiting nearly drove her insane… more insane than she already was.
“He said two days… it’s been three…” she said, watching her cat eat from it’s food dish.
She had been contacted by Mackenzie Azrael, the leader of the rising CGE. The CGE stood for the Cerulean Globe Enforcers; a group which believed that they were keeping the world “blue and pure” by killing all who oppose them. Of course, they were no better than any other terrorist organization, and she knew that they were after something big, but that was none of her concern.
Azrael, the c***y, little bastard, had told her that he had a “job” that “required her skills,” which of course meant he wanted her to assassinate someone. She didn’t much care for Mackenzie Azrael. In fact, she hated him.
“That man acts as though he’s doing great things and helping the world, but really, he’s doing nothing more than defiling it, and he knows it too. It’s not like I care, though, because it’s none of my concern. As long as he holds up his end of the bargain and gives me what I want, I’ll do anything he asks of me,” she thought.
He had called her and said he had a job for her, and he’d speak to her in two days to give her the details. It had been three days, and still no sign.
“That little punk-ass b***h is probably laughing at me right now,” she uttered, clenching her fists tightly, drawing blood.
Her cat jumped up on her lap, and curled up in a ball, settling down.
She stroked it gently, staining it’s black fur with blood, and it purred loudly.
“Good girl,” she said, continuing to pet it.
Her cat was her only friend; everyone else was dead afraid of her. She had had her for years, and she liked her because she never complained, she never put up a fight, and best of all, she was silent.
Sydney picked up her cat and placed it on the chair she was sitting in. She walked into the kitchen to make herself some coffee when she heard the phone ring.
“That must be him,” she thought, answering it.
“Hello?” she asked, waiting for someone to reply.
“Miss Son, it’s so good to hear your voice again,” he said in his annoying, mocking voice.
“What do you want? Do you have the details?” she asked, sternly.
She was not in the mood for games.
“I do, but I was hoping we could discuss them over dinner tomorrow night,” he said.
She clenched the phone tighter, and she knew that he knew that he was driving her crazy.
“Fine. Whatever. Just make sure you have the money and the plan,” she said, hanging up.
She slammed the phone down and walked away. She didn’t want to go, but if it would get her one step closer to achieving her goals, then she would just have to live through it.
She had no conscience, and she felt no remorse for anyone or anything. She drifted through life going wherever the money was, or wherever she could benefit most. She never cared about what she had to do to obtain her goals, just as long as she could get there.
She opened the cupboard door and dragged a giant bag of cat food out.
“I’m going away for a little while, cat, so you’ll have to take care of yourself,” she said, pouring three bowls of cat food, and three bowls of water.
“That should last her until I get back,” she thought, grabbing her laptop and running out the door.
*****
Nadia Santos’ House, Los Angeles
“So, what are you doing tomorrow?” Weiss asked, snuggling closer to Nadia.
“Well, unlike you, I actually go to work,” she teased.
“Yeah, well, it was a nice day and I didn’t want to spoil it by sitting at a desk,” he replied.
“You’re lucky you haven’t been fire yet…” she mumbled.
“Are you free tomorrow night? This new restaurant just opened, and I’ve been dying to take you there,” he asked.
“I can’t make any promises, but I think I am. All I have to do tomorrow is finish some paperwork… unless my father has a mission for me,” she replied.
Her father had been sending her on many missions lately; more than she could handle.
“I’m sick and tired of flying all across the earth and getting jetlag; if there is something going on, he needs to tell me,” she said.
She couldn’t stop thinking about what her father was talking about. The Magic Bullet of Dusk? Was she really that big of a threat to the CIA? Who was she, anyway?
She couldn’t be sure, but she knew that this had something to do with her, and that the trouble was soon on it’s way.