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Rambaldi Kingdom
Rating: PG13
Timeline: Alias-Sometime late Season 2 is as good a time as any. 10th Kingdom-A year after the movie
Disclaimer: Anything Alias belongs to J.J. Abrams, Bad Robot and company. 10th Kingdom belongs to NBC and er, others. The plot clearly is my own, for whom else but I would attempt an Alias-The 10th Kingdom crossover. =P
Chapter One
Through the Looking Glass
Sydney crept down the hallway of the German castle that was the site of the latest CIA Rambaldi hunt. When she had first signed up at SD-6 she had imagined all the exciting and exotic locals she’d be able to visit. Looking back she couldn’t believe how naïve she’d been. Of course she knew she’d be working, but she had thought there’d be a little time for site seeing.
This castle she was working her way up, for example, was practical a fairy-tale castle. Priceless works of art and period decorations covered every room and wall. The party in the ballroom downstairs she had just left was a perfect example, plus the required dress was in the medieval spirit. She, of course, was dressed appropriately, although not to the extent as some of the others, she was here on a mission after all. To that effect her long white skirt was a simple sheath with a slit up the right side, for better kicking action. Originally she was fitted with just a white corset that laced up both the front and the back, but tired of all the skimpy outfits she had to put up with she had managed to get a peasant blouse to wear under the corset. It had a gathered neckline with a modest cut and the slightly puffy sleeves just covered her shoulders, keeping her arms free.
Peeking around the corner and seeing it was clear she continued down the hall. The room she was looking for was on one of the topmost level, naturally. Mentally checking her map of the castle she pulled her tranquilizer gun from her clutch. First a quick glance then she rounded the corner and shot the guard. Fortunately the guard was sitting down; all she had to do was remove the dart. Anyone approaching would think he had just fallen asleep; hopefully they would try to wake him up, thus alerting her to their presence.
Slipping into the room she activated her choker that was doubling as her comm. “I’m in base camp. Proceeding to look for the object.”
‘Copy that Mountaineer. Remember intel didn’t specifically describe what we’re looking for. Just that it’s a mirror or glass object and it should have the symbol of Rambaldi on it.’
Looking at the large haphazard collection of antiques she sighed, “This may take awhile.”
The room was dimly lit, the only light provide by oil lamps and candle scones on the walls. Anything without glass or mirror on it she discarded right away. She had to carefully pick her way through the room; every surface was covered along with most of the floor. Quickly looking over various objects she soon reached the opposite end of the room. She was beginning to think she’d have to do a more time consuming, in-depth search when she spotted it.
Looking across the table she had been searching she saw the Rambaldi symbol crudely carved on the back of something leaning up against the opposite edge. Hurrying around the table she stopped in front of the full length mirror. “Uh, I think we’ve got a problem.”
‘What’s wrong Mountaineer?’
“I’ve found the Rambaldi mirror, but it’s not going to fit in my purse. Its full length and it has an elaborately carved and heavy wooden frame.”
‘You sure it’s the right one?’
She rolled her eyes, “No, Weiss I found this mirror, thought it’d look good in my bedroom and could you guys come and get it for me.”
‘We’re on our way.’ Vaughn replied with Weiss’ snickering in the background.
She was about to try moving the mirror closer to the door when she heard the click of the handle engaging. Darting behind a suit of armor she waited. And was totally unsurprised when Sark walked in and quietly closed the door behind himself.
“Agent Bristow, you might as well come out, I know you’re here.” She silently watched as Sark made his way through the room. He was dressed for the party in all black, rather cliché-ly she thought, shirt, vest, pants, and a tailcoat that kept in the spirit of the party’s dress code.
“The unconscious guard outside is a dead give away. Only problem is that unconscious people tend to wake up, but don’t worry I’ve taken care of it.”
There was that smirk, it got her every time, but she restrained herself. He was just trying to draw her out, not that she didn’t believe he had killed the guard, but she was nothing if not patient. So far he was looking for her and not the Rambaldi mirror, his gun raised in front of him and when he got a little bit closer…
She kicked out, knocking the gun from his grasp. He hardly showed any surprise, not that she had the time to check his reaction. Dropping her clutch they began to exchange as many furious kicks and punches that the small space afforded. Finally she landed a solid kick to his mid-section that sent him reeling into the suit of armor. She watched in satisfaction as Sark fell then she jumped back as the armor crashed to the floor.
The helmet bounced into her, various parts fell on Sark and the arm with the lance it had been holding slammed into the mirror. She had been looking down at the helmet when, out of the corner of her eye, she saw the mirror start to slide. Looking up quickly she was shocked to see bright blue and white light flash out of the mirror.
In open mouth astonishment she watched as scenery flashed quickly in the mirror. It was like being in a helicopter as it swooped around and drew closer to the ground. Taking a small step closer all she could think was, “What the…” She was so transfixed by the mirror she barely registered the British, “Indeed,” coming from behind her.
Finally the image stopped on what looked like a forest with almost continuous lighting flashing in the sky above.
“Most unusual, don’t you agree Agent Bristow.”
With that Sydney realized she had her back to Sark, ‘stupid, stupid’, she also realized that Vaughn’s voice had been shouting in her ear since the armor had toppled. Spinning around quickly her heel caught on a piece of stray armor and she felt herself begin to stumble backwards. Looking straight into Sark smug face she latched on to his sleeve and jerked as she felt herself falling. She only had a second to relish the startled look on Sark’s face before she hit what felt like water. Then all she saw was blue and white light.
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Several long moments later the door slammed open and Vaughn and Weiss stormed in with guns drawn. The force of the door hitting the wall plus the two men thundering into the room caused the table to jostle and the mirror to slide the rest of the way to the floor, the blue and white light flickered off. The sound of the mirror landing and the brief flash of light drew Vaughn and Weiss to that end of the room. Vaughn immediately stooped down and picked up Sydney’s purse. Weiss moved some of the armor with his foot till he uncovered her weapon. Looking at each other brows furrowed, they stood up the mirror and checked the back.
“This is it,” Weiss confirmed.
“But, where’s Sydney? And I definitely heard Sark over the comms.” Vaughn worried.
“There’s no other way out of here.” Weiss looked around puzzled.
“Sark must have kidnapped her. We must have just missed them.” Vaughn excitedly concluded.
“But he didn’t take the mirror?” Weiss skeptically countered.
“It’s too big to carry by himself,” Vaughn theorized. “So he took Syd and is going to try and trade her for the mirror. We need to go look for her!”
“Whoa, man, we need to get this mirror back. If Sark did take Syd to trade, he’ll keep her alive.”
Reluctantly Vaughn agreed and they managed to carry the mirror out of the room. Safely making it to back to the van Vaughn reported back to base.
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