Marshall's_Tech_Emporium
Cadet
Hello...I had to do this bc/ it sounded like fun So, enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own any ALIAS characters... like you thought that anyway! J Oh, and I don’t own Los Angeles.
Prologue
The sky was a dark grey, with the exception of an occasional lightning bolt. It was well past midnight in Los Angeles, not much noise in the city. A storm was brewing, which would bring much relief to the dry, hot city.
Deep in the maximum security prison of downtown Los Angeles, someone was pacing: trying to think of a way to escape to, as usual, to no avail. All he wanted was revenge, at least at the moment anyway, and that seemed to be the only thing he couldn’t have.
The grey haired man was known by most at the prison as Mr. Sloane. Many were curious about him, wondering if he was really giving up his life of crime or if was just an act, but none had the courage to talk to him. He never had any visitors, but did receive letters which he would nonchalantly throw into a corner of his cell. He never read them, and had accumulated several.
Many believed Mr. Sloane to be a crazy nut who wanted to rule the world at any cost…which to a certain extent they’re right. A few of the prisoners knew, however, that if the occasion called for an escape, that he would accompany someone and help them take over the world.
Then one night Arvin Sloane did what seemed to be the unthinkable. No one knows what came over him. He went over to his monstrosity of letters. After looking at them for several minutes, he decided to see who they were from.
To his surprise, he had received several letters from Marshall. I mean there were a lot of them.
Mr. Sloane had never been one to give into his curiosity, but something about being in a maximum security prison for around two months changes a few things. He decided it was time to accept the ultimate mission. He began to read the letters.
Disclaimer: I do not own any ALIAS characters... like you thought that anyway! J Oh, and I don’t own Los Angeles.
Prologue
The sky was a dark grey, with the exception of an occasional lightning bolt. It was well past midnight in Los Angeles, not much noise in the city. A storm was brewing, which would bring much relief to the dry, hot city.
Deep in the maximum security prison of downtown Los Angeles, someone was pacing: trying to think of a way to escape to, as usual, to no avail. All he wanted was revenge, at least at the moment anyway, and that seemed to be the only thing he couldn’t have.
The grey haired man was known by most at the prison as Mr. Sloane. Many were curious about him, wondering if he was really giving up his life of crime or if was just an act, but none had the courage to talk to him. He never had any visitors, but did receive letters which he would nonchalantly throw into a corner of his cell. He never read them, and had accumulated several.
Many believed Mr. Sloane to be a crazy nut who wanted to rule the world at any cost…which to a certain extent they’re right. A few of the prisoners knew, however, that if the occasion called for an escape, that he would accompany someone and help them take over the world.
Then one night Arvin Sloane did what seemed to be the unthinkable. No one knows what came over him. He went over to his monstrosity of letters. After looking at them for several minutes, he decided to see who they were from.
To his surprise, he had received several letters from Marshall. I mean there were a lot of them.
Mr. Sloane had never been one to give into his curiosity, but something about being in a maximum security prison for around two months changes a few things. He decided it was time to accept the ultimate mission. He began to read the letters.