Chapter 2
"Life's a bitch, ain't it, Mr. Sloane?"
Chapter 2: Double Oh Seven She's Not.
Weiss sat at his desk, finishing up paperwork from his last op. He raked his hands through his hair. Though SD-6 had been taken down almost three years ago, the Alliance was still alive. Crippled, yes. But still there.
He smiled at the memory of the day the CIA had invaded Credit Dauphine. While a team of CIA agents had handled the logistics of the takeover, he, Vaughn, Sydney and Jack had marched to Sloane's office to arrest him.
"Jack, what's going on?" Arvin Sloane smiled pleasantly at the group. "I see we have visitors."
"Not quite, Arvin." With that, Jack grabbed Sloane's lapels and slammed him up against the wall. "I'd like you to meet CIA Agents Weiss, Vaughn, and Bristow."
"How ya doin'?" Weiss said cheekily. "See, in case you haven't figured it out, it's judgment day, pal. All your sins, your crimes against this country, they're comin' back to haunt you. But we'll get to all that in a minute, right now I'm gonna let Jack handle this one."
Sloane's beady black eyes moved back and forth, showing a trace of fear. "Jack..."
"No, Arvin. I talk, you listen." Jack's eyes flashed with anger. "For years, I've had to bite my tongue, pretend that you and I were on the same side. The thought of this very day, the day when I can reveal to you exactly where my loyalties lie, and expose you for the traitorous son of a bitch you are...that is all that has kept me from killing you with my bare hands. Because you see Arvin, I want you to live. I want you to live with the knowledge of what you've done for a very, very long time. And I want you to suffer."
He stepped back and motioned to Weiss. Eric stepped forward, handcuffs in hand. He turned Sloane towards the wall and cuffed his hands behind his back. He turned Sloane back towards the group. "Sydney, would you like to do the honors?"
Sydney slowly walked until she was toe-to-toe with the man she hated most in the world. "Arvin Sloane, you are under arrest for treason and acts of espionage against the United States of America. You have the right to remain silent; anything you say can and will be held against you in a court of law. You have the right to legal counsel; if you cannot afford a lawyer, one will be appointed for you. Do you understand these rights as they have been presented?"
Sloane nodded, hatred in his eyes. "Disloyal brat. I've given you everything, taught you everything you know. I was like a father to you. And this is how you repay me?"
Sydney made as if to leap at Sloane and tear him to shreds, but Vaughn grabbed her arms and held her back. "First off, you arrogant son of a bitch, I have a father. And he's twice the man you ever were or could be. And the only thing you ever did for me was kill the man I loved, try to kill me, and be an all around asshole. So this is for Danny, and Emily. I hope you burn." She shook Vaughn's hands off of her arms and stalked out of the room.
Weiss grabbed Sloane's handcuffed wrists and started leading him out to the waiting police van. "Life's a bitch, ain't it, Mr. Sloane?"
Weiss shook his head and grinned to himself. That had been one of the most entertaining days of his life. I don't EVER want to be on the losing end of a Bristow smackdown.
He sighed and went back to reviewing the specifics of his last operation. Currently, his team was working on weakening and eventually destroying SD- 3. This section of the Alliance was based out of South America and relied heavily on weapons and drug trade for survival. Each time the CIA intervened during a trade, they made progress on destroying SD-3. It wouldn't be long before the organization ceased to exist.
Eric checked his watch. Crap. He leaped out of his desk and started jogging down the hallway. Can't wait to see Devlin's expression when I walk in ten minutes late for a meeting. I'm predicting four shades of purple, maybe more. He rounded the corner and came to a stop in Director Devlin's office. "Good afternoon, sir."
"Agent Weiss, only ten minutes late this time? That must be some sort of record." He motioned to the seat in front of his desk. "We aren't in kindergarten, Eric. I'm not going to give you the lecture about punctuality and responsibility." Devlin seated himself in his chair.
"You asked to see me, sir. What can I do for you?"
"You can stop being such a lazy ass. I don't need this next takedown to fail just because its operations leader can't get it together."
Eric sank slowly into his chair. Huh. I'm speechless. That's a new development. "Come again...operations leader?"
"Agent Davidson made the request, and I've agreed. He's a great operations leader, but with the upcoming birth of his child we both feel that he's not 100% focused on the job at hand. He suggested that you take his place in the next attack on SD-3."
"Wow, uh, thank you, uh..."
"Buy a vowel, Agent Weiss." Devlin sighed and slid the folder with all the mission specs over the desk. "This next op is crucial. From all the information we've gathered, the survival of SD-3 depends on the success or failure of this commodity trade. We win this one, we take down SD-3. But it won't be easy."
"What's different about this one?"
"It wouldn't be smart, or even possible, to try and go in guns blazing on the day of the trade. Rafael Valdez, the head of SD-3's weapons and drug trafficking section, is known for his covertness and reticence. We don't expect him to leak anything about the date and time of all this. Even if we were able to find out these things, he's so paranoid, he's bound to have extra security surrounding the trade. We have to get an undercover agent into Valdez's inner circle if this mission has any chance of success."
Eric flipped through the file as he and Devlin talked. "How long do we have to plan?"
"Approximately a month."
"And do we have an agent in mind?" His hands stopped suddenly when he came to a familiar face. The hell? Blue Eyed Coffee Stealer is an agent?
"You're looking at her profile right now." Devlin smiled at the shocked look on Eric's face. "Caitlin Sinclair."
"But...why? Surely we have more experienced agents that could infiltrate Valdez's operation."
"Weiss, she's the best we've got. True, she's younger than a lot of agents here, but she's got some of the best spy skills and intuition I've seen since Bristow retired." As much as Devlin hated to admit it, the CIA owed Sydney Bristow a great debt, and he in fact had a lot of respect for her.
"If you mean why are we sending in a woman, that's simple. Valdez has a reputation for being a slimebag and a womanizer. And, well," he motioned towards the file, "look at her. Bristow got numerous wins on the simple fact that she's an attractive woman, so can Sinclair. It's a tried and true formula."
Eric sighed. She is beautiful, no denying that. "So, what's the plan?"
"You're the op leader, that's your job. Figure out how to get her into Valdez's life. I want a mission outline by Monday." Devlin stood up. "You're dismissed."
"Thank you sir, I'll try not to be, uh, I believe you termed it 'lazy ass.' I won't let you down." Eric gathered up his files and left the room.
He headed back to his office to gather up his things and leave for the night. *Home, or pub?* He glanced down at the files. Pub, definitely. It's gonna take a lot of beers to pull this plan out of my ass.
Twenty minutes later, Eric was munching on peanuts and reading through the mission specs. He once again came across Caitlin's profile. "Double Oh Seven she's not," he muttered.
"Oh, really, Agent Weiss?"
Eric stiffened at the sound of the voice behind him. Of all the pubs in all of L.A.
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