Title: ~Shadow of Deception~
Author: Kristina AKA: spy41
Genre: Romance, humor, Angst
Summary: Basically, Vaughn applies for the CIA, gets the job, meets Syd and Weiss and a few others that he gets to know, kinda like the recruit.
Disclaimer: I don't own alias, i do own a life size Vaughn clone...lol. a girl could dream. I don't own "The Recruit" either, but i do own the characters i make up...their mine!!! MUHAAA!! all mine!! Okay, i'm scaring myseld, so just read!
~Shadow of Deception~
~Part 1~
~Bathroom Rendezvous~
It's funny how your life can change so much due to one decision, how you can suddenly go from being normal to well...not. The thing i hate the most about decisions is the fact that you can make so many, lets face it, everyone comes to a point in their life where they absoluetly have to make a choice. Wheater it's going out with your friends on a saturday night and getting drunk, or staying home and studying for the big mid-term on monday, or wheater you decided to call your mother to see how she's doing or just be lazy and watch tv on your couch as you throw down a beer and potato chips. Every choice you make changes a part of history, every thought you have, every move you make, every person you meet. I don't beleive in fate, at least not in the sense that it controls your life. You decide what you're going to do tomorrow, not your mom, not your friend, not god...you. I learned a little about this....i learned when i applied for a position with the CIA. I don't know what i was thinking, i don't know why i did it, maybe i thought it would just be fun, i'd get to travel the world, i'd be dangerous, i'd be someone other than who i am. What i didn't know, is that behind this decision, was a conspiracy.
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I stand on the ice, holding my stick in my hand ready for the puck that's about to be fed to me. It's over-time and if i make this shot UCLA wins the playoffs, advancing us to the finals. This is another one of those decisions. I have two choices. I can shoot to the upper right corner, which isn't my strenght, or to the lower left, which would be easier for USF goalie to block, it was my choice and i have to make it. Everything seems to move in slow motion around me, i look at the guy next to me briefly, and i see the anticipation in his eyes. He knows as well as i do that this is it, it's all up to me. The puck comes near me and without anytime to think i shoot, and of course, it goes in with such ease that i'm not aware of the buzzer that's sounding or the fact that the entire arena is on it's feet shouting my last name. I look to my right to see my team mates skating toward me, gloves and helmets are thrown in the air and i'm tackled to the ice, a dog pile formed in the middle of the rink as the crowd still goes wild. I'm to shocked to think, to shocked to feel, to shocked to even realize what we've just accomplished. We, as in our team. I'm not a selfish person, i wouldn't be as good as i am without these guys by my side helping me through every game and practice, they are my brothers, they are my friends, we are a team, and we just won the freakin playoffs. About fiften minutes later after interviews and pictures we head off toward the locker room i'm in the front of the line as we walk off the ice, and i can't help but smile, knowing how proud my father would have been right now. A few guys pat me on the back and tell me 'you the man' and i laugh, because for the first time in my life i feel important, i feel like i've actually done something useful, i've not only made my team proud, but also my school.
"Yo, so Mike, we're all going to The Corner Pocket after we get showered and s***, you comin'?" Frank says to me.
I've known Frank since Freshman year, he came from New York. I sometimes wonder why he's not in football, because he looks like a freakin' linebacker. We call him the 'freight train', he's put so many guys into the wall that guy's try to stay away from him as much as possible.
"You'd think i miss it?" I asked him with a smile, nothing can bring me down from this high that i'm on.
"Cool man, just try not to act too cool, i need to get some phone numbers tonight, i know last time you came home with a whole roledex." He says. I shake my head and laugh, the guy cracks me up. I stop laughing when i see a man standing at the end of the hallway, dressed in a black suit with black sunglasses, and somehow i can tell he's looking straight at me. The guy's don't seem to notice him until we get closer, the man speaks.
"Michael Vaughn?" He asks in a steady voice. I look at my buddies then nod.
"That's me." I tell him, unsure as to who is is or why he's asking.
"I'd like to have a word with you in private." The man says, it's more of an order than a question. The way he spoke sort of creeeped me out, not in a way where i thought he was a threat, but in a way that made me just uneasy.
"Sure." I say. I walk with him as we head down the hall.
"Forgot to pay your taxes again Vaughn!?" The guys tease. I metally make a note to kick their a**es when i get back. He leads me down a hall and we stop at the bathroom door. He turns and faces me and just stand there, and i'm confused at what to do next. He opens the door with one arm and looks at me.
"Inside." He says. I hesitate at first, not knowing why the hell this guy wants to get me in a bathroom alone, but he's really starting to creep me out. I step inside and look around as he closes the door and locks it. That really gets me on edge.
"Woah!! Wait a minute. I don't what you had in mind but...." He reaches inside his jacket and i swallow hard and back away slightly. I'm realeved when i see him pull out a leather wallet.
"Mr. Vaughn, my name is Agent Johnson, i'm with the Central Intelligence Agency." he says. I think my mouth drops a little because he raises an eyebrow.
"Why do you act so surpirsed Mr. Vaughn, you did apply for a position with us, did you not?" He asks. His sunglasses are still on and it bothers me, the guy looks like he came out of a 'Men In Black' movie, he's tense and he's very blunt.
"Yeah...I....I applied, why?" I ask, if i wasn't so shocked i probably would have stuffed my head in a toilet and flused it after saying that. This guy must think i'm a complete idiot right now. He sighs.
"You've been chosen out of 2,000 applicants in the state of California to take a placement test at CIA headquarters. If you so chose too, you will be tested mentally first, if you're not what we are looking for then we send you back to your normal life, and you will never speak of this again." He says. My curiousity gets the best of me and i can't help but ask him.
"And what if i pass?" I ask. He pauses for a moment.
"Then, Mr. Vaughn, you will go through physical training at one of our training facilites." He says.
"You mean 'The Farm"?" I ask him. His body language doesn't change, he stands there in perfect form, not faultering or tripping over his words. He really must do this alot.
"I'm not allowed to disclose that information. If you make it through training, then you will graduate and either be passed into the field or work at Langley directly." He says. I cross my arms and sigh, the air conditioner kicks in and it fills the slience tht falls between us.
"What would i tell my coaches, and my teachers?" I ask, curious as to how i was going to get this by them. I couldn't just say 'Hey, i'm joining to CIA, see ya later, have a nice life!'.
"It's already been taken care of, your mother is turmonailly ill and you have to take a leave of absence." He says to me.
"What? You couldn't just say i took a vacation? You have to kill my mother now?" I ask, obviously this guy doens't get out much.
"E-mails will be sent out to your teachers and coaches at 11:45 p.m. tonight. Tomorrow you will take a cab to LAX, a ticket is waiting for you in your name. You will board the plane and sit in your seat, you miss the plane and you're out." He says.
"I didn't think i was even in yet." I say, i know i'm only being a wise a** now.
"You're not." He says.
"Then why...."
"Any more questions? I have another run to make tonight." He says bluntly. I decided to try to get some reaction out of him.
"Yeah, i have one more question." I say. He stands there, his shoulders back, ready to answer.
"Do you ever take off those sun glasses? Because you don't have to worry about UV rays in here, i assure you that...."
"Good day, Mr. Vaughn." he says. He turns around before i can say anything else and walks oout of the bathroom, leaving me standing in the middle of the mens room. And i finally realize how ironic the situation is. I was just asked, by a CIA agent, to join the CIA, and of all places in the bathroom. Something tells me this experiance is going to be very interesting. Very interesting indeed.
Next Chapter: ~Airline Peanuts and Beautiful Women~
*Cough* S/V *cough*
Author: Kristina AKA: spy41
Genre: Romance, humor, Angst
Summary: Basically, Vaughn applies for the CIA, gets the job, meets Syd and Weiss and a few others that he gets to know, kinda like the recruit.
Disclaimer: I don't own alias, i do own a life size Vaughn clone...lol. a girl could dream. I don't own "The Recruit" either, but i do own the characters i make up...their mine!!! MUHAAA!! all mine!! Okay, i'm scaring myseld, so just read!
~Shadow of Deception~
~Part 1~
~Bathroom Rendezvous~
It's funny how your life can change so much due to one decision, how you can suddenly go from being normal to well...not. The thing i hate the most about decisions is the fact that you can make so many, lets face it, everyone comes to a point in their life where they absoluetly have to make a choice. Wheater it's going out with your friends on a saturday night and getting drunk, or staying home and studying for the big mid-term on monday, or wheater you decided to call your mother to see how she's doing or just be lazy and watch tv on your couch as you throw down a beer and potato chips. Every choice you make changes a part of history, every thought you have, every move you make, every person you meet. I don't beleive in fate, at least not in the sense that it controls your life. You decide what you're going to do tomorrow, not your mom, not your friend, not god...you. I learned a little about this....i learned when i applied for a position with the CIA. I don't know what i was thinking, i don't know why i did it, maybe i thought it would just be fun, i'd get to travel the world, i'd be dangerous, i'd be someone other than who i am. What i didn't know, is that behind this decision, was a conspiracy.
~~~~~~~~~~
I stand on the ice, holding my stick in my hand ready for the puck that's about to be fed to me. It's over-time and if i make this shot UCLA wins the playoffs, advancing us to the finals. This is another one of those decisions. I have two choices. I can shoot to the upper right corner, which isn't my strenght, or to the lower left, which would be easier for USF goalie to block, it was my choice and i have to make it. Everything seems to move in slow motion around me, i look at the guy next to me briefly, and i see the anticipation in his eyes. He knows as well as i do that this is it, it's all up to me. The puck comes near me and without anytime to think i shoot, and of course, it goes in with such ease that i'm not aware of the buzzer that's sounding or the fact that the entire arena is on it's feet shouting my last name. I look to my right to see my team mates skating toward me, gloves and helmets are thrown in the air and i'm tackled to the ice, a dog pile formed in the middle of the rink as the crowd still goes wild. I'm to shocked to think, to shocked to feel, to shocked to even realize what we've just accomplished. We, as in our team. I'm not a selfish person, i wouldn't be as good as i am without these guys by my side helping me through every game and practice, they are my brothers, they are my friends, we are a team, and we just won the freakin playoffs. About fiften minutes later after interviews and pictures we head off toward the locker room i'm in the front of the line as we walk off the ice, and i can't help but smile, knowing how proud my father would have been right now. A few guys pat me on the back and tell me 'you the man' and i laugh, because for the first time in my life i feel important, i feel like i've actually done something useful, i've not only made my team proud, but also my school.
"Yo, so Mike, we're all going to The Corner Pocket after we get showered and s***, you comin'?" Frank says to me.
I've known Frank since Freshman year, he came from New York. I sometimes wonder why he's not in football, because he looks like a freakin' linebacker. We call him the 'freight train', he's put so many guys into the wall that guy's try to stay away from him as much as possible.
"You'd think i miss it?" I asked him with a smile, nothing can bring me down from this high that i'm on.
"Cool man, just try not to act too cool, i need to get some phone numbers tonight, i know last time you came home with a whole roledex." He says. I shake my head and laugh, the guy cracks me up. I stop laughing when i see a man standing at the end of the hallway, dressed in a black suit with black sunglasses, and somehow i can tell he's looking straight at me. The guy's don't seem to notice him until we get closer, the man speaks.
"Michael Vaughn?" He asks in a steady voice. I look at my buddies then nod.
"That's me." I tell him, unsure as to who is is or why he's asking.
"I'd like to have a word with you in private." The man says, it's more of an order than a question. The way he spoke sort of creeeped me out, not in a way where i thought he was a threat, but in a way that made me just uneasy.
"Sure." I say. I walk with him as we head down the hall.
"Forgot to pay your taxes again Vaughn!?" The guys tease. I metally make a note to kick their a**es when i get back. He leads me down a hall and we stop at the bathroom door. He turns and faces me and just stand there, and i'm confused at what to do next. He opens the door with one arm and looks at me.
"Inside." He says. I hesitate at first, not knowing why the hell this guy wants to get me in a bathroom alone, but he's really starting to creep me out. I step inside and look around as he closes the door and locks it. That really gets me on edge.
"Woah!! Wait a minute. I don't what you had in mind but...." He reaches inside his jacket and i swallow hard and back away slightly. I'm realeved when i see him pull out a leather wallet.
"Mr. Vaughn, my name is Agent Johnson, i'm with the Central Intelligence Agency." he says. I think my mouth drops a little because he raises an eyebrow.
"Why do you act so surpirsed Mr. Vaughn, you did apply for a position with us, did you not?" He asks. His sunglasses are still on and it bothers me, the guy looks like he came out of a 'Men In Black' movie, he's tense and he's very blunt.
"Yeah...I....I applied, why?" I ask, if i wasn't so shocked i probably would have stuffed my head in a toilet and flused it after saying that. This guy must think i'm a complete idiot right now. He sighs.
"You've been chosen out of 2,000 applicants in the state of California to take a placement test at CIA headquarters. If you so chose too, you will be tested mentally first, if you're not what we are looking for then we send you back to your normal life, and you will never speak of this again." He says. My curiousity gets the best of me and i can't help but ask him.
"And what if i pass?" I ask. He pauses for a moment.
"Then, Mr. Vaughn, you will go through physical training at one of our training facilites." He says.
"You mean 'The Farm"?" I ask him. His body language doesn't change, he stands there in perfect form, not faultering or tripping over his words. He really must do this alot.
"I'm not allowed to disclose that information. If you make it through training, then you will graduate and either be passed into the field or work at Langley directly." He says. I cross my arms and sigh, the air conditioner kicks in and it fills the slience tht falls between us.
"What would i tell my coaches, and my teachers?" I ask, curious as to how i was going to get this by them. I couldn't just say 'Hey, i'm joining to CIA, see ya later, have a nice life!'.
"It's already been taken care of, your mother is turmonailly ill and you have to take a leave of absence." He says to me.
"What? You couldn't just say i took a vacation? You have to kill my mother now?" I ask, obviously this guy doens't get out much.
"E-mails will be sent out to your teachers and coaches at 11:45 p.m. tonight. Tomorrow you will take a cab to LAX, a ticket is waiting for you in your name. You will board the plane and sit in your seat, you miss the plane and you're out." He says.
"I didn't think i was even in yet." I say, i know i'm only being a wise a** now.
"You're not." He says.
"Then why...."
"Any more questions? I have another run to make tonight." He says bluntly. I decided to try to get some reaction out of him.
"Yeah, i have one more question." I say. He stands there, his shoulders back, ready to answer.
"Do you ever take off those sun glasses? Because you don't have to worry about UV rays in here, i assure you that...."
"Good day, Mr. Vaughn." he says. He turns around before i can say anything else and walks oout of the bathroom, leaving me standing in the middle of the mens room. And i finally realize how ironic the situation is. I was just asked, by a CIA agent, to join the CIA, and of all places in the bathroom. Something tells me this experiance is going to be very interesting. Very interesting indeed.
Next Chapter: ~Airline Peanuts and Beautiful Women~
*Cough* S/V *cough*