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18 March 2007 @ 12:16 pm
just another day at work.  
Looking like she's walking into SD-6 like any normal day, Sydney ignores Jack's protests being thrown at her.

Sydney! This is suicide! You can't do this!

Still ignoring him, she walks into the elevator.

"Dad, you can't stop me." was all she said to him, her face remaining the same as before.

Suddenly, the elevator stops and the emergency lights flip on.

"What the--"

Jack tries the phone hanging on the opposite wall.

Dead. But a blackout wouldn't shut down security.

Sydney looks at him.

Catching them both off guard, the elevator starts back up again.

Emergency lockdown procedures. The elevators are returning to SD-6. The doors will automatically open.

Sydney nods to him.

When the doors of the elevator finally opened, they were nowhere to be seen.

After coming into a control room, Sydney and Jack hook up camera screens, frantically flipping through them to find the others.

There are six hundred cameras hidden throughout SD-6.

Finally finding the others, Sydney gasps.

"Latest military specs. I see four. Wait. Five. There's most likely more."

Still flipping through the feeds, Jack stops on one that appears to be the vault room.

"What are they trying to get in the vault?" Sydney asked, confused.

We should be in the vault in 10 minutes.

"Ten minutes!? Dad?"

Sydney looks to him for an answer, anything.

Sloane must have activated the emergency failsafe. There are five hundred pounds of C-4 strategically placed within the substructure of this building. Opening the vault will trigger that C-4. All underground levels will collapse, burying any evidence that the Los Angeles cell of SD-6 ever existed.

"Greeaat." Sydney's voice was filled with anything but enthusiasm.

After trying to scramble the vault code, Sydney gets herself back to the control room, but Jack wasn't so lucky.

She sees a note on the camera screen for her.

Follow this map to the three locations where the C-4 explosives are set. You must deactivate all three C-4 packages before the vault door opens. Each set of C-4 charges are located behind the steel plate at the end of the corridor marked on the map. Good luck.

Here we go.

Underground, Sydney finally comes to the end of the hallway, a steel plate visible just like Jack had said.

Going up to it, she sees that it's bolted into place. A fire estinguisher should do the trick. After spraying the bolts a few times, she runs out of juice.

"No no no no no!!!"

In another second, she is using pliers that she made herself from a few things that were around her. Clever spy thinking.

Taking a deep breath, she opens the panel, finally revealing the C-4.

"Oh god."


After taking out a necessary opponent, Sydney is about to return to the C-4 through a nearby door when she sees someone opening it from the other side.

Her gun at the ready, she grabs the persons arm, twisting it around, causing them to flip over, but their gun still pointed.

Sydney hits the back wall, her gun pointed at the person, until she turns around. Her eyes wide, she pants for breath.

What the hell?!

vaughnincognito on March 20th, 2007 02:08 am (UTC)
Haladki's ass was his. He was going to beat that kid to a bloody pulp. Well, at least make him terrified within an inch of his life. After all, his mother told him to never hit a girl. He automatically flashed to Sydney. Yeah, cause she could kill you with her bare hands in about ten different ways. Haladki, the sissy, tattling, desk-jockey, agent code violating BASTARD.

Vaughn caught sight of the balding head down the hallway. Testosterone in full swing, Vaughn stalked after him. Vaguely aware of other agents and assistants moving out of his way, his lips curled into a snarl of sorts. Michael Vaughn was going to show Haladki exactly who was boss here.

"Haladki! What the hell is your problem, Haladki? Reporting me to Barnett?" He hissed, challenge and anger dripping from his voice.

"I don't have a problem. I told you, you have the problem." Haladki responded, causing Vaughn to only anger further. His relationship with Sydney, though odd, was nothing if not an asset. Not a problem. Haladki was a problem, that he so dearly wished to smear on a sidewalk.

"You know what? This might shock you, but my business is not your business." Vaughn snapped back, his anger increasing by the minute, voice rising. Getting into Haladki's face, challenging him to attempt to take down his status. Like hell.

"I'm looking out for the good of the agency!" Haladki protested smarmily.

"Yeah? Then you should quit!" Vaughn shouted, God knows that everythign would work so much better.

"Stay out of my way!" He retorted, stupidly, before stalking off. Vaughn snarled. He was NOT walking away here.

Roughly, he yanked him back by his shoulder, frustration boiling over.

"Did it make you feel better about yourself, telling Barnett I got Sydney a Christmas gift?" Vaughn asked bitingly. First of all, his relationship Sydney was absolutely NO ONE else's business. Secondly, it was an alpha male thing that followed the laws of nature, and Haladki was defiantely NOT alpha male material.

"You're too emotionally attached to that woman!"

"Oh, like you would know anything about being emotionally attached to a woman!" Vaughn bit back. No woman would touch that piece of ugly slime with a ten foot pole, save his mother.

"I think your judgement's impaired!" Haladki responded, not bothering to attempt to refute his accusation."

Haladki was going down. The desire to physically hurt the man overcame him as Vaughn shouted, loud and clear, "I THINK I'M GONNA KICK YOUR ASS!"

"You're out of line!"

"No! You know what? You're out of line!"

Unable to contain himself further, he yanked ont eh lapels of Haladki's jacket, throwing him roguhly against the wall as if he were a rag doll. "You stay the hell away from my operations!"

Weiss ran up, and stuck himself between them, effectively ending his potential crushing of Haladki's face, leaving him fuming.

"Who's out of control, Vaughn? ME?" Haladki asked, as if he didn't know that his body would have been a sorry mess in a minute flat had Weiss not stepped in.

"HEY!" Weiss shouted at Haladki as he pulled Vaughn away forcibly.

"Who's out of control, Vaughn? ME?" Haladki asked the office that remained intelligently silent. Vaughn fought down the urge to go after him again. Sydney was worth this and then some, and it wouldn't help her if he lost his job for the murder of a fellow agent. He took a deep breath

Vaughn was beyond infuriated when he stalked into SD-6, after a struggle with a man in a van. And he had to talk to Haladki increasing his fury only further. Haladki had better not screw him, and Sydney, over, or otherwise he seriously put a bullet through his head- if he survived this. Pushing the thought out of his head, he continued.

Cautiously, he opened the door little by little, his gun in front of him. Before he knew it, a vise like grip shot out and flipped him soundly ont eh ground, knocking the wind out of him. CST kicking in, he rolled into a shooting stance, gun at point-blank range of his attacker to find a fun pointed at him as well. As he followed the arm up, who he saw shocked him. Sydney. She was okay, free. And had just compeletely flipped him and had a gun pointed at his head.
sydney a. bristowundercover_syd on March 20th, 2007 03:05 pm (UTC)
Sydney was beyond shocked. She was speechless.

"Vau-Vaughn??" was all she could say at that point as she looked him up and down. Finally coming to the realization that she still had a gun pointed to his head, she quickly lowered it.

"What are you doing here?" she asked, almost in a whisper.

vaughnincognito on March 21st, 2007 12:43 am (UTC)
Vaughn lowered his gun as she took hers off him. Tentatively, he picked himself off his knees, pushing his shoulder blades together to stretch them. Damn, Sydney Bristow was strong.

"Dixon contacted us. What the hell's going on?" Vaughn demanded, his voice hushed.

Her disbeleif registering on her face, Vaughn explained, "Not directly. Through Langley. Said SD-6 was under attack. Are you okay?"

He gave her a quick once over, she looked harassed and anxious, but no signs of physical problems. He breathed a deep sigh of relief, he was deathly afraid coming over here that she might be being tortured- or worse.
sydney a. bristow: almukkaundercover_syd on March 21st, 2007 01:45 am (UTC)
When Sydney was about to ask how in gods name Dixon had contacted them, her unasked question was answered.

"Yeah. It's true. There's a team of six, maybe seven. They've got the latest military specs. They're after something in the vault." she replied, still catching her breath.

Looking him up and down, she realized how happy she was to see him.

"The thing is though..I don't think their K-Directorate, and they really seem to be the only possibility that is coming to me."

She sighed, tucking her gun back into her pants.

"But right now.. we have something else to worry about." She paused, a more serious look coming over her face.

"What do you know about deactivating C-4?"

vaughnincognito on March 21st, 2007 02:10 am (UTC)
Vaughn's eyes grew wide as he looked at the absolutely gigantic pillar of C-4 that had emerged in front of him.

After blinking several times, he said, "There's got to be two hundred pounds in here. Damn. That's enough to level the building." He was still flabbergasted. SD-6 REALLY didn't take any shit.

He sneaked a look at Syd, silently wondering how the hell she had gotten this far. He knew she was really good, but damn, was she good at this.
sydney a. bristow: the_true_slayer 3undercover_syd on March 21st, 2007 03:04 am (UTC)
Nodding, Sydney looked carefully at the pillar, inspecting every single inch with her eyes.

"It's a failsafe. Sloane has three of these--rigged to the vault. If the vault door opens, they all blow."

Her voice was low and incredibly serious, her mind settling on the idea that she didn't want to get blown to pieces tonight. More than that, she didn't want 'Vaughn' to get blown to pieces tonight.

vaughnincognito on March 21st, 2007 10:09 pm (UTC)
"THREE?!" Vaughn exclaimed. One was enough to decimate the building into pieces, were they trying to level the whole block? Fuck's sake.

"Maybe they shouldn't open the vault," Vaughn ventured, stating the obvious. The urgency and anxiety in his voice matched hers for more than the obvious reasons.

"How long before they hack the code?" He asked her, hoping for time. Well, he was about to embark on an unorthodox and unauthorized mission with Syd. Here goes nothing...

sydney a. bristow: icon_portfolioundercover_syd on March 21st, 2007 10:19 pm (UTC)
Sydney just looked at him, a smile almost creeping across her lips.

"'They' being the six men with machine guns?" she asked sarcastically.

How long before they hack the code?

"Soon. Did you study bomb defusion at Langley? That would really be helpful." She said this letting out a small laugh towards the end of the sentence.

Studying him next to her, she could still see his arm muscle even through his suit jacket. Jesus Christ.

Finally tearing her eyes from him, she brought them up to his face once again, waiting for him to answer her.

vaughnincognito on March 21st, 2007 10:57 pm (UTC)
He surpressed a smile at her comment. Instead, he threw her a look.

Feeling her eyes on his face, he turned to look at her, "Just seminars, though. Nothing field-specific. And no one ever really learns anything at seminars." He chuckled slightly.

"Let's just take this one step at a time. This is a charge of C-4. I can tell, 'cause it says "C-4" everywhere." He smiled before turning back to it, studying the wires. He stifled a bitter laugh at his uselessness, as he tried to keep his mind in the game.
sydney a. bristow: ismellsnowundercover_syd on March 21st, 2007 11:05 pm (UTC)
Smiling at his comment, she moved closer to him, not just for the C-4 problem either.

"Well, there are eight black and yellow wires and six red, blue and black. Which of these fourteen wires do we cut? Maybe none, right?"

She sighed, trying to look at it for anything that would help them.

Suddenly, her eye caught something.

"Wait, what are those prisms?" she asked, leaning foward, squinting her eyes.

She was aware of how close he was to her, and she could almost feel the heat emitting from his body to hers.

Oh. C-4. Right.
vaughnincognito on March 21st, 2007 11:25 pm (UTC)
Vaughn squinted at the mass of technology in front of him. Oh, what he wouldn't give for one of the tech guys right now...

Studying the wires, he tried (and failed) to focus solely on the sight in front of them.

"I don't know. But there might be more than one lead spliced to the firing mechanism." Vaughn replied. His mind combed over everything he had learned about defusing explosives. The air grew slightly warmer as a bit of panic began to rise and Syd moved closer. Dear god, he REALLY had to focus one of these days.

"Wait! That pin...Right there in the back. " Vaughn looked at it closely, feeling Sydney against him as they peered it, the heat of her bare arms. Dear god, she looked so good in those tank tops. Guess that SD-6 training had its benefits after all...

"It's a crystal. That thing is a radio receiver. That's probably how opening the vault triggers the C-4." Vaughn explained, the pieces falling together in his head as he moved to get out pliers- he had come prepared.
sydney a. bristowundercover_syd on March 21st, 2007 11:30 pm (UTC)
Sydney looked at him.

"So all we have to do is pull out the crystal?" She paused, sudden thoughts rushing into her brain.

"No, it can't be that easy. There might be a second trigger."

Her words were heavy, her body really beginning to feel the heat in the room...and the heat between them as well.

vaughnincognito on March 21st, 2007 11:37 pm (UTC)
Taking out a bottle of vapor, he sprayed, and his eyes widened at the red three dimensional grid. Well, that would have been bad...

"Now we know what the prisms are for." He commented, before spraying once more.

"You know, I think I can pull out the crystal without touching the lasers." Vauhgn commented, his mind formulating the path, as he manuevered his head slightly, careful not to bang into her. They were practically touching, which was getting really really distracting. Not a good hting when you had enough C-4 to level the block. That thought brought him to attention.
sydney a. bristow: overcrowded 2undercover_syd on March 21st, 2007 11:42 pm (UTC)
Nodding, she leaned foward again.

"You want me to do it? My hands are pretty skinny."

She looked at him, her face remainng composed, although she wanted desperately to laugh.

vaughnincognito on March 21st, 2007 11:52 pm (UTC)
"Well, so are mine." Vaughn automatically got insisted, he was one who truly prized self-reliance. Only yourself to blame, and not hinging your future on somebody else. But there was something else even more important. Trust.

Catching her look, he gave her an embarassed smile, a hint of a blush creeping to his cheeks. She was more than capable, and he held out the pliers to her. He was going to have to trust Syd, and oddly enough, he didn't have the moment of hesitation with her, it seemed like the most natural thing in the world.
sydney a. bristow: _boppo_1undercover_syd on March 22nd, 2007 12:01 am (UTC)
Flashing him a smile, she nodded.

"Okay. Spray again on three."

Pausing, she looked at him, as if to tell him she was ready.

"One, two, three."

At that moment, the spray was cast and her hand darted out in front of her, swiftly removing the crystal.

Taking a deep breath, she smiled.

"Alright. We better get going."

vaughnincognito on March 22nd, 2007 12:09 am (UTC)
His pulse hitched and his eyes were glued to her progressing hand. If she was a centimeter off, they were all so, so screwed.

They let out a collective breath as the crystal came out with out anything blown up. He closed his eyes for a moment, so very relieved as she held it out.

"One down."

He was about to reply in agreement when he heard that all too familiar and harrowing sound behind him. A gun being cocked at point-blank range.

They turned around slowly to find a lithe asian woman with a gun pointed at them.

"Hands behind your head and start walking," she demanded, leaving no room for argument as they followed her orders, biding their time.
sydney a. bristow: almukkaundercover_syd on March 22nd, 2007 06:41 pm (UTC)
Hearing the piercing words behind them, Sydney immediately began walking with the given orders.

When they had come into another room, they both were both ordered up against the wall, the woman handing Sydney a plastic tie.

Tie his hands!

Vaughn's wrists were pressed together in front of her, but she wasn't about to give in this easily.

Giving him a slight nod, suddenly Sydney whirled around, throwing the tie into the woman's face. This gave time for Vaughn to grab her gun from it's place by her waist as she turned around.

With both guns pointed at her, Sydney smiled.

"What now?" she asked in a sarcastic voice to her.

Looking over to Vaughn, she also gave him a smile, as if to say 'great work.'
vaughnincognito on March 23rd, 2007 11:33 pm (UTC)
Vaughn's eyes darted around as they walked, they could get out of this, two against one.

However, their chance came sooner than he thought, he almost smiled in pride when Syd reacted as quickly as she did. Damn, she was a good improviser. And he might have imagined it, but they worked on the same wavelegnth, almost like that of long time partners instead of two people who had never been on a mission together before. Must have come from all the observations and imaginary worst-case scenarios.

What now?
He stifled a chuckle at her statement as he kept his face deathly serious and his gun trained on the Asian agent. He was still slightly stunned at Syd's skill. He knew she was good, but it was different, trusting her explicitly with his life and seeing her in action. Apparently, some of Jack had gone into her.

Vaughn's eye caught the woman going for the gun at her ankle holster. "Don't!" he commanded, focused on the situation at hand.

"Why don't you tie her up?" He told Sydney, keeping his gun trained on her, safety off.
sydney a. bristowundercover_syd on March 24th, 2007 12:16 am (UTC)
Why don't you tie her up?

Moving to do so, her sudden voice caused her to pause for a second.

Wait! I'm British SIS! For the past year, I've been on covert duty trying to penetrate Cole's intelligence network!

Seeing the confusion on Vaughn's face at the name, Sydney spoke.

"McKenas Cole. Former SD-6. Now he works for a third-party. A new player on the scene. Someone he calls The Man."

Exchanging looks for a brief moment, both their heads turned back to her as she continued to speak.

SIS has been trying to identify The Man for the past three years! And if this mission's a success, Cole will trust me enough to tell me who The Man is. I don't know whats in the vault. None of us do. But it has to do with someone named Rambaldi. Look, if you don't let me go, Cole will send someone looking for me! He'll know there's someone else here and they'll find you.

"Will you just shut up?" Sydney said, not really asking it as a question.

Taking Vaughn's tie, she began to tie her up, the woman's voice still being heard, though. Obviously, she doesn't know Sydney Bristow.

When they find me I'll tell them there's only one of you.

Giving her a look, Sydney finally covers her mouth, leaving her unable to speak.

Nodding to Vaughn, they both head off in the opposite direction.

vaughnincognito on March 24th, 2007 01:00 am (UTC)
{ooc: tense switch much? :P }

British SIS? What? Vaughn scrutinized her closesly, looking for a tell. However, understandably, Syd wasn't buying any of it. He silently cursed every single person who had ever lied to her.

He decided to keep his mouth shut as the two women elaborated on Cole and his objective, absorbing the information.

He gave Sydney a look when she asked for his tie, what? Stripping for Sydney would have been a very pleasurable activity but under the circumstances... DAMNIT MICHAEL! You're not sixteen! Quickly, he loosened it and handed it to Sydney.

He followed Sydney out before heading in his own direction after a short discussion. A bit put out to see her go where he couldn't keep tabs on her, he reminded himself that Sydney was a big girl who could completely hold her own. Damnit, he was going to go to a hockey game with her someday. With that thought, he began to methodically spray, hit, and deactivate, adrenaline pumping.

Taking off running to the next stack of explosives, he stopped dead in his tracks as this McKenas Cole's voice came over SD-6's intercom system.

"Dear person beating up my men: I assume that you're an employee here. I am now standing in Sloane's... tastefully minimilastic office and if you are not here standing in front of me in the next twenty seconds, I am going to start executing your friends. Starting with the man that I assume to be your partner...Mr. Jack Bristow." Cole said. Vaughn snarled. Not only was he evil, he was annoying. Person? So the British girl was actually SIS, he gave a silent apology.

God, please don't do something stupid, Syd. She could get this deactivated, he could hold his own remarkbly well after turning himself in. If he knew where these people were being held. Coming across a monitor and some wires, it dawned on him. Connecting wires, he switched from frame to frame until he saw Sydney with her arms.

"DAMN IT!" He hissed. She was amazing at thinking on the spot, but now she was putting herself at way too much risk.

He quickly called up Weiss, he could only hope that they could salvage this situation. No, they weren't going down today, not if he had a say.
sydney a. bristowundercover_syd on March 24th, 2007 08:45 pm (UTC)
Walking in with her hands up, Sydney looks Cole right in the eyes.

So 'you're' the person beating up my men? Step in girlie.

Doing so, she could only hope that Vaughn knew where she was.

Man did she hate this guy. Not only was he a perverted freak, but he didn't exactly have the cleanest record according to her standards. Bastard.

Sitting with her arms tied behind her back, she suddenly could see that Marshall was trying to get her attention.

"What?" she mouthed to him, still unable to understand what he was saying.

Lisbon! Last July!

Suddenly, she realized what he was suggesting, she was just hoping it wasn't too late.

Up against the wall! Now!

The words rang throughout the room, echoing in the deadened silence around them.

Taking the ring and unhooking it, Sydney threw it at one of the men, causing him to fall dead. Getting up, she began to fight the others, still with her hands tied.

Damn. What in hell did I get myself into?

A few minutes later, Sydney was running from the vault, chasing Cole.

Fuck. He got it.

Running with all of her strength, she finally caught up to him, kicking him hard in chin, then another to the stomach.

Stopping to catch her breath, she stood over him, picking up the silver box he had so desperately tried to get.

Rambaldi. Of course.

"I think you're right. Taking a punch is something I got to learn how to do." she said, looking down at Cole on the ground. One more kick to the head should do it.


Seeing Vaughn and Weiss coming up to her, she runs to Vaughn, collapsing into his arms.

"I think everything's taken care of. We got lucky." She pauses, still hugging him.

"Thank you for coming."

Finally pulling away, she flashes him a smile before increasing the distance between them.

Jeanaphroditeallure on March 26th, 2007 03:28 pm (UTC)
Vaughn held her carefully, giving her a once over to check for injuries before squeezing her tightly for just a moment. He took a deep breath of relief when she reassured him, holding her body snug, trying not to think what a disaster this could have turned up as.

"I think everything's taken care of. We got lucky."
"Get my guys out of here. SD-6 will never know we were here." He commanded, his mind snapping back to the case at hand.

After he released her relunctantly, Weiss walked up, brandishing a small, silver box. "He had this." He handed the box to Vaughn before giving Syd a once over. Vaughn opened the box as they sized each other up and exchanged greetings.

A vial of liquid was revealed. He held it out for Syd and Weiss to examine. He smirked slightly as she half-joked about perfume.

Suddenly, the stress of the last few days caught up to him. Sydney wanted to quit still. Suddenly, he decided to sieze the oppurtunity, he knew she loved the thrill of a job well done, despite the trauma.

"Whatever it is, we have it now and they don't. Because of you." He looked her squarely in the eyes, immedietly feeling the connection.
sydney a. bristow: overcrowded 2undercover_syd on March 26th, 2007 08:09 pm (UTC)
She looked down, her cheeks suddenly flushing.

"Not just me."

Seeing that his face didn't change with her words, she sighed, looking at the glass vile that they had acquired.

"Well, it'd better be good perfume." she replied to him with a brilliant smile.

"Thanks Vaughn."

Her arms were flung around him once again, but they both knew they didn't have long.

"You better get out of here." she whispered into his ear, suddenly causing her to have other feelings invade her mind.

Shaking them off, or 'trying' to anyway, she began to pull away, but feeling his arm still on her back, she stayed.
Jeanaphroditeallure on March 26th, 2007 09:58 pm (UTC)
Vaughn smiled back at her as she showed off her full smile, something rarely seen. Remembering the situation, he wiped it off his face, his forehead wrinkles back.

"I'm not kidding. Think about it. What you do. Hockey can wait. I don't think what you're doing here can." Vaughn said somberly, making sure to catch her eye. Taking down SD-6 was more important than their looks in a dark, cold warehouse, hard as that was to remember. Really, really difficult to keep that in mind.

"No problem. I've got your back, remember?" Vaughn replied, into her shoulder as he embraced her tightly. God, at this moment, SD-6 could take over the world for all he cared, as long as he had Syd.

And that is the kind of thinking that will get you both killed.

Vaughn relunctantly began to release her once she suggested to get out, SD-6 would be out soon enough. Oh, but god, her breath tickled his ear softly and he stayed for a couple of moments hand still pressing on her back.

"Let's go, let's go!" Weiss said, exasperated at their exchange and warily looking over his shoulder.

Turning back to Sydney, he released her, but not before saying, "Sydney, listen, you are amazing at this. Now I know firsthand. SD-6 doesn't stand a chance against you." He smiled full-force before hopping into the car. So they both knew that wasn't necessarily one hundred percent true, but while Michael's rational mind scoffed, he believed, in his heart, that their someday would come.

Breaking into his thoughts, Weiss raised his eyebrows. "Vaughn..."

"Yeah, enough. It was a comfort slash trust hug Weiss. Unlike you, I don't have to turn every contact I have with a female agent into something more than it is." Vaughn bit out, not meeting Weiss' eyes, staring out the window. He was lying through his teeth and not doing a very good job of it. There was so much more he wanted with Sydney now than handler/agent. But that simply wasn't happening.

"You don't give comfort hugs to women that look like that without anything else." Weiss pointed out. Vaughn remained stonily silent. Weiss had a point, but Syd better come back, a handler/agent relationship with her was better than none at all.

"Fine." Weiss conceded as Vaughn finally turned around and gave him a pointed glare.
sydney a. bristowundercover_syd on March 26th, 2007 10:59 pm (UTC)
do you wanna make a new post? maybe going off the scripts for a bit? heh ;)