AllTheBest
Cadet
Ok. This is my first fanfic. Please tell me what you think!!! It takes place before the Alliance was disabled (the beginning of the second season.) Basically --- same characters, totally different story. Sydney does already know the truth about SD-6, though.
Beep! Beep! Beep! "Good morning folks!" Sydney Bristow woke up and rolled over. The alarm clock on her bedside table read 5:30. She pulled the comforter closer around her and shivered. She hit the snooze button and rolled back onto her side. Taking a deep breath, she pushed the beige comforter down to the foot of the bed. She sat up and looked around. The sun was just starting to break through the window. Climbing out of bed, Sydney pulled her hair out of her face.
Ten minutes later Sydney had changed and was leaving to jog. An hour later the sun had risen and Sydney was walking back into the apartment. She ran the water for her shower then went back into the bedroom. It was the start of another day and Sydney had to get ready for work.
By 7:30 Sydney was sitting in the kitchen, drinking coffee and reading the paper. Francie wandered out of her room in a blue bathrobe. "Morning, Syd," she mumbled, gravitating towards the coffee pot. She sat down next to Sydney, sipping the steaming coffee. There were days when Sydney wished she had Francie's job and didn't have to get to work until ten. She turned and smiled. "Morning, Francie." She glanced at her watch. "Oh, God. I've got to go. See you tonight?" Francie looked towards her. "Yeah. I get off at eight. I'll bring home pizza from Ricki's?" Sydney nodded. "Sounds like a deal." She grabbed her bag and was out the door.
Arvin Sloane glanced up as Sydney entered his office. He smiled, and Sydney had to resist the urge to gag. "Good morning," she said with a fake smile.
"Ahh. Sydney. Nice to see you," Sloane finished typing and turned away from his computer.
"My father said you wanted to see me?" Jack had sent Sydney to Sloane's office when she had entered SD-6 that morning.
"Yes. I did." He took a file from the stack on his desk and passed it to her. "This is the brief for a mission to France. You and Dixon will be leaving tomorrow. We'll be meeting in an hour and Marshall will go over tech."
Sydney nodded, took the file, and left the room.
Sitting at her desk, she opened the file:
Operation: Monet
Investigation has proposed that the forty-seventh page to one of Milo Rambaldi's most promising manuscripts may be located between the two layers of canvas of Monet's "Water Lilies", currently located in the Musee d'Orsay in Paris.
Agents Bristow and Dixon will be posing as art specialists from the University of Chicago. They will be taking an after-hours tour to "enhance their curriculum." This tour has been arranged with the assistant curator of the Musee d'Orsay. Agent Bristow will enter the museum, saying her associate is arguing with the taxi driver. Agent Dixon will disable the security system from a van outside the museum. Agent Bristow will ask the curator to show her the painting before her associate arrives as a "personal" request. Once in the room, Agent Bristow will disable the curator, leaving approximately three minutes to remove the manuscript page from the painting in between security rounds. Once she is in possession of the page, Agent Bristow will meet Agent Dixon, whereupon the two will return to Los Angeles where the page will be examined.
Following the page detailing the operation were layouts of the Musee d'Orsay, pictures of the painting, and a diagram detailing the location of the Rambaldi manuscript. There were also pictures of the curator, assistant curator, and specific security guards. Sloane had also included a map of the area surrounding the museum, marking where the van would be parked. Tables showed the rotation of guards and security locations. Sydney tried to commit them to memory as she glanced over all the material provided.
As she put down the file, Sydney spotted her father walking by. Jack Bristow nodded to his daughter then entered Sloane's office. A few minutes later, the two men left the office and entered the conference room. Sydney glanced at her watch--the meeting started in five minutes. She gathered her papers and followed the two.
Sydney sat across the table from Dixon as Sloane detailed the mission. It appeared that the Rambaldi page was located behind the largest water lily, in the middle of the canvas. Sloane wanted Sydney to use a laser to remove the water lily and the space around it, then removing the manuscript. Sydney nodded, not knowing how she felt about destroying one of the most famous pieces of art in the world's history.
Rather than think about the consequences of her actions, Sydney listened as Marshall explained the op-tech for the mission. He was detailed the laser that was hidden in her pen and the tranquilizer in the ring she would be wearing. As Marshall talked, Sydney could feel both Slone's and her father's eyes bearing into her. She refused to let herself look at them. Finally, Slone cut Marshall off as he drifted on and on about the metals he had used to make the ring.
"Thank you, Marshall. Sydney, as you will be posing as an art specialist, it might be necessary for you to be able to converse with the curator about certain pieces you pass. I've had a document drawn up that shows every picture you might pass at the museum and includes information and technical terms that would be beneficial for your conversations." Sloane passed a thick portfolio to Sydney. She nodded and added the file to her stack. She hadn't taken an art history class since her freshman year in college, and she definately couldn't remember half of the information she had learned at the time. Luckily, her professor had been especially interested in impressionism. Sydney could remember enough from the time period to converse at least semi-intelligently. "All right," Sloane said. "Sydney and Marcus will be leaving tomorrow morning. They'll arrive at the museum around 9:30 that evening and return the next morning. That's all." The agents stood up and left the room. Sydney picked up her files and left the room. She spent the rest of the day pouring over pictures and notes about the Impressionist movement. At 5:00 she packed up her bag and left the office.
When she arrived home at 5:30, Sydney was shocked to see Will's car parked in front of the apartment. She had called Agent Vaughn on the way home and was supposed to meet him in forty minutes. She tried the door, found it unlocked and walked in. Will was sitting on the couch. He'd been around a lot lately and still hadn't found a job. He looked up and smiled. "Hey, Syd!" Sydney smiled. "Hey, Will. No luck today?" Will's smile disappeared. "Not yet. Can't get anyone to even take a second look at me, what with the drugs and all." Sydney frowned. She knew Will's situation was all her fault.
***This is all I have right now. I'll try and post more later tonight. Please tell me what you think about it! I'll be thrilled for any comments, questions, or suggestions. I'm not quite sure where it's going yet, so if you have any ideas, I'd love them!
Beep! Beep! Beep! "Good morning folks!" Sydney Bristow woke up and rolled over. The alarm clock on her bedside table read 5:30. She pulled the comforter closer around her and shivered. She hit the snooze button and rolled back onto her side. Taking a deep breath, she pushed the beige comforter down to the foot of the bed. She sat up and looked around. The sun was just starting to break through the window. Climbing out of bed, Sydney pulled her hair out of her face.
Ten minutes later Sydney had changed and was leaving to jog. An hour later the sun had risen and Sydney was walking back into the apartment. She ran the water for her shower then went back into the bedroom. It was the start of another day and Sydney had to get ready for work.
By 7:30 Sydney was sitting in the kitchen, drinking coffee and reading the paper. Francie wandered out of her room in a blue bathrobe. "Morning, Syd," she mumbled, gravitating towards the coffee pot. She sat down next to Sydney, sipping the steaming coffee. There were days when Sydney wished she had Francie's job and didn't have to get to work until ten. She turned and smiled. "Morning, Francie." She glanced at her watch. "Oh, God. I've got to go. See you tonight?" Francie looked towards her. "Yeah. I get off at eight. I'll bring home pizza from Ricki's?" Sydney nodded. "Sounds like a deal." She grabbed her bag and was out the door.
Arvin Sloane glanced up as Sydney entered his office. He smiled, and Sydney had to resist the urge to gag. "Good morning," she said with a fake smile.
"Ahh. Sydney. Nice to see you," Sloane finished typing and turned away from his computer.
"My father said you wanted to see me?" Jack had sent Sydney to Sloane's office when she had entered SD-6 that morning.
"Yes. I did." He took a file from the stack on his desk and passed it to her. "This is the brief for a mission to France. You and Dixon will be leaving tomorrow. We'll be meeting in an hour and Marshall will go over tech."
Sydney nodded, took the file, and left the room.
Sitting at her desk, she opened the file:
Operation: Monet
Investigation has proposed that the forty-seventh page to one of Milo Rambaldi's most promising manuscripts may be located between the two layers of canvas of Monet's "Water Lilies", currently located in the Musee d'Orsay in Paris.
Agents Bristow and Dixon will be posing as art specialists from the University of Chicago. They will be taking an after-hours tour to "enhance their curriculum." This tour has been arranged with the assistant curator of the Musee d'Orsay. Agent Bristow will enter the museum, saying her associate is arguing with the taxi driver. Agent Dixon will disable the security system from a van outside the museum. Agent Bristow will ask the curator to show her the painting before her associate arrives as a "personal" request. Once in the room, Agent Bristow will disable the curator, leaving approximately three minutes to remove the manuscript page from the painting in between security rounds. Once she is in possession of the page, Agent Bristow will meet Agent Dixon, whereupon the two will return to Los Angeles where the page will be examined.
Following the page detailing the operation were layouts of the Musee d'Orsay, pictures of the painting, and a diagram detailing the location of the Rambaldi manuscript. There were also pictures of the curator, assistant curator, and specific security guards. Sloane had also included a map of the area surrounding the museum, marking where the van would be parked. Tables showed the rotation of guards and security locations. Sydney tried to commit them to memory as she glanced over all the material provided.
As she put down the file, Sydney spotted her father walking by. Jack Bristow nodded to his daughter then entered Sloane's office. A few minutes later, the two men left the office and entered the conference room. Sydney glanced at her watch--the meeting started in five minutes. She gathered her papers and followed the two.
Sydney sat across the table from Dixon as Sloane detailed the mission. It appeared that the Rambaldi page was located behind the largest water lily, in the middle of the canvas. Sloane wanted Sydney to use a laser to remove the water lily and the space around it, then removing the manuscript. Sydney nodded, not knowing how she felt about destroying one of the most famous pieces of art in the world's history.
Rather than think about the consequences of her actions, Sydney listened as Marshall explained the op-tech for the mission. He was detailed the laser that was hidden in her pen and the tranquilizer in the ring she would be wearing. As Marshall talked, Sydney could feel both Slone's and her father's eyes bearing into her. She refused to let herself look at them. Finally, Slone cut Marshall off as he drifted on and on about the metals he had used to make the ring.
"Thank you, Marshall. Sydney, as you will be posing as an art specialist, it might be necessary for you to be able to converse with the curator about certain pieces you pass. I've had a document drawn up that shows every picture you might pass at the museum and includes information and technical terms that would be beneficial for your conversations." Sloane passed a thick portfolio to Sydney. She nodded and added the file to her stack. She hadn't taken an art history class since her freshman year in college, and she definately couldn't remember half of the information she had learned at the time. Luckily, her professor had been especially interested in impressionism. Sydney could remember enough from the time period to converse at least semi-intelligently. "All right," Sloane said. "Sydney and Marcus will be leaving tomorrow morning. They'll arrive at the museum around 9:30 that evening and return the next morning. That's all." The agents stood up and left the room. Sydney picked up her files and left the room. She spent the rest of the day pouring over pictures and notes about the Impressionist movement. At 5:00 she packed up her bag and left the office.
When she arrived home at 5:30, Sydney was shocked to see Will's car parked in front of the apartment. She had called Agent Vaughn on the way home and was supposed to meet him in forty minutes. She tried the door, found it unlocked and walked in. Will was sitting on the couch. He'd been around a lot lately and still hadn't found a job. He looked up and smiled. "Hey, Syd!" Sydney smiled. "Hey, Will. No luck today?" Will's smile disappeared. "Not yet. Can't get anyone to even take a second look at me, what with the drugs and all." Sydney frowned. She knew Will's situation was all her fault.
***This is all I have right now. I'll try and post more later tonight. Please tell me what you think about it! I'll be thrilled for any comments, questions, or suggestions. I'm not quite sure where it's going yet, so if you have any ideas, I'd love them!