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Summary: This happens in four years after Irina Derevko falls to her death in 5.17
Info: May have all the spoilers, esp. 517, 421 and 422. This is how I’d make Irina be good and alive.
Rating: R (Might be for violence
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Disclosure: Characters of Alias belong to JJ Abrams and ABC Television; all other characters depicted belong to the author.
Thanks to Bev aka lenafan for her help
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“You can’t really think you’ll have the information, unless I’m willing to give it. Torturing will just make it worse, and then, I’ll be even less cooperative. You know who I am, don’t you? In that way, you know what to expect. I was trained to stand any kind of questioning, any kind of pain. I can easily make it without any water or food for quite a long time. And as for drugs, well, you surely can inject me with something, I’d be truthful, and still, not telling anything you want. So please, save your time and my pain. “
What is your name? I heard it the other officer calling you, I guess, Richard or… So, what is it? You know me and the only thing I know about you is that you want to hurt me to get Intel for CIA.
“I can tell you something you might be interested in. You wanted to know what I knew about Irina Derevko. That’s a piece of cake, because I know a great deal. Still, I want an agreement. Don’t be silent; it’s been 8 or 9 days since I’m here. Don’t you notice this is the first time I have spoken to you? I’m talking to you when I’m not in pain, Richard. That’s the only way.”
2
“No trading; you’re nothing here,” said the man in a military uniform, finally replying and turning to face the young blond girl who was seated in the chair, cuffed to the armrests. She was obviously smiling now, in spite of the interrogation she’d been through just one hour ago.
“I’m not trading, Richard. I’m offering, and there are two options here. You can accept my proposition, or you don’t. It depends on you.” The girl shook her head and looked up directly into the interrogator’s eyes. He came closer, carrying a little needle in his left hand.
“My name’s not Richard.” He smiled back taking the finger on her hand and pointing the needle right under the nail, but didn’t push it yet. They were both waiting.
“I can be mistaken as to your name. One of your assistants was beating me just the moment the other one called you. It was so noisy,” she smiled again, her eyes watching the needle he still held dangerously close to her finger. “You want to end our dialog?” She asked him taking a deep breath.
“You haven’t told me a thing yet.” His eyes were now dancing with anticipation.
“You haven’t removed this item either.”
“Okay, let’s try. You weren’t actually too far mistaken about the name. Richard is my vice, and they called him. I came in instead,” he paused, taking away the needle and getting a glass of water. “I’m Michael.”
The man brought the glass to her mouth she sipped it twice, and then turned away. “I thought I’d drink it all.”
Michael hesitated as if to give her the second chance to drink. “I don’t think you’ll have this opportunity again soon.”
“I’m a trained human, not a robot. And you know I haven’t had any drink longer so I’d not feel any unpleasantries. I might collapse if I drank too much.”
3
He knew she had her point. Here in CIA interrogation center, everyone knew of her capabilities, and they wanted to test if that was true. It definitely was. Michael watched every interrogation of her. She was beaten and injured. They stopped feeding her on her third day, and she had no water for five days. Whatever Irina Derevko meant to this girl, it was astonishing.
This was the first time the CIA managed to capture one of Irina’s op-team. In spite of Irina’s death, it still operated and they still were out of touch of any government organization. All the Intel CIA had for that group, called ‘Nameless’ was that they had no headquarters (or at least none were known) and even four years after their leader’s death they were as dangerous as Derevko had been.
Michael remembered Irina Derevko’s death. It appeared her daughter killed her accidentally, letting Irina fall down when glass ceiling covering the atrium below cracked under her weight. Then, Sydney Bristow retired, and so did her husband Vaughn. Five months later, CIA was fought by the unknown enemy and from then on, 50% of their missions failed. It was obvious someone one hunted CIA agents. It took a year before they knew who they were dealing with. There was Operative group of about thirty to fifty people, with no official motivation but money.
Some time later, the FBI learned that group was founded by the U.S. enemy, Irina Derevko, in the mid-nineties. None knew who ran it now. CIA asked Sydney Bristow to come back, and she refused. After her parents’ deaths, she never returned to the CIA.
Two weeks ago, when CIA tracked down one of the operatives of the ‘Nameless’,which was quite a surprise. It was a girl of 20-22 years, with no data available on her in their files.
TBC
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BY Maria Purt
BY Maria Purt
Summary: This happens in four years after Irina Derevko falls to her death in 5.17
Info: May have all the spoilers, esp. 517, 421 and 422. This is how I’d make Irina be good and alive.
Rating: R (Might be for violence
)Disclosure: Characters of Alias belong to JJ Abrams and ABC Television; all other characters depicted belong to the author.
Thanks to Bev aka lenafan for her help
1
“You can’t really think you’ll have the information, unless I’m willing to give it. Torturing will just make it worse, and then, I’ll be even less cooperative. You know who I am, don’t you? In that way, you know what to expect. I was trained to stand any kind of questioning, any kind of pain. I can easily make it without any water or food for quite a long time. And as for drugs, well, you surely can inject me with something, I’d be truthful, and still, not telling anything you want. So please, save your time and my pain. “
What is your name? I heard it the other officer calling you, I guess, Richard or… So, what is it? You know me and the only thing I know about you is that you want to hurt me to get Intel for CIA.
“I can tell you something you might be interested in. You wanted to know what I knew about Irina Derevko. That’s a piece of cake, because I know a great deal. Still, I want an agreement. Don’t be silent; it’s been 8 or 9 days since I’m here. Don’t you notice this is the first time I have spoken to you? I’m talking to you when I’m not in pain, Richard. That’s the only way.”
2
“No trading; you’re nothing here,” said the man in a military uniform, finally replying and turning to face the young blond girl who was seated in the chair, cuffed to the armrests. She was obviously smiling now, in spite of the interrogation she’d been through just one hour ago.
“I’m not trading, Richard. I’m offering, and there are two options here. You can accept my proposition, or you don’t. It depends on you.” The girl shook her head and looked up directly into the interrogator’s eyes. He came closer, carrying a little needle in his left hand.
“My name’s not Richard.” He smiled back taking the finger on her hand and pointing the needle right under the nail, but didn’t push it yet. They were both waiting.
“I can be mistaken as to your name. One of your assistants was beating me just the moment the other one called you. It was so noisy,” she smiled again, her eyes watching the needle he still held dangerously close to her finger. “You want to end our dialog?” She asked him taking a deep breath.
“You haven’t told me a thing yet.” His eyes were now dancing with anticipation.
“You haven’t removed this item either.”
“Okay, let’s try. You weren’t actually too far mistaken about the name. Richard is my vice, and they called him. I came in instead,” he paused, taking away the needle and getting a glass of water. “I’m Michael.”
The man brought the glass to her mouth she sipped it twice, and then turned away. “I thought I’d drink it all.”
Michael hesitated as if to give her the second chance to drink. “I don’t think you’ll have this opportunity again soon.”
“I’m a trained human, not a robot. And you know I haven’t had any drink longer so I’d not feel any unpleasantries. I might collapse if I drank too much.”
3
He knew she had her point. Here in CIA interrogation center, everyone knew of her capabilities, and they wanted to test if that was true. It definitely was. Michael watched every interrogation of her. She was beaten and injured. They stopped feeding her on her third day, and she had no water for five days. Whatever Irina Derevko meant to this girl, it was astonishing.
This was the first time the CIA managed to capture one of Irina’s op-team. In spite of Irina’s death, it still operated and they still were out of touch of any government organization. All the Intel CIA had for that group, called ‘Nameless’ was that they had no headquarters (or at least none were known) and even four years after their leader’s death they were as dangerous as Derevko had been.
Michael remembered Irina Derevko’s death. It appeared her daughter killed her accidentally, letting Irina fall down when glass ceiling covering the atrium below cracked under her weight. Then, Sydney Bristow retired, and so did her husband Vaughn. Five months later, CIA was fought by the unknown enemy and from then on, 50% of their missions failed. It was obvious someone one hunted CIA agents. It took a year before they knew who they were dealing with. There was Operative group of about thirty to fifty people, with no official motivation but money.
Some time later, the FBI learned that group was founded by the U.S. enemy, Irina Derevko, in the mid-nineties. None knew who ran it now. CIA asked Sydney Bristow to come back, and she refused. After her parents’ deaths, she never returned to the CIA.
Two weeks ago, when CIA tracked down one of the operatives of the ‘Nameless’,which was quite a surprise. It was a girl of 20-22 years, with no data available on her in their files.
TBC
