Date: Sat, 27 Oct 2007 11:08:22 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jason Decade <femtoka2@yahoo.com>
Subject: Alias: Over-Drive

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Alias

Chapter 1: Truth is Cold


I ran through the crowded tunnel, pressed myself against the wall and let
the clueless security guards run on after me. I breathed a breath of relief
as I sped in another direction.


Bradley: (You're coming up on an access hall, Espinosa.)

"Thanks." I said, running past an open door. I stopped and walked into the
room and stared. There was a tree on the wall. The tree started at the top
of the wall and branched and farther into the room, I found a very
interesting bunch of items.

Bradley: (Come on! You've gotta move!)

"Sorry. I'm twenty, naturally curious." I smiled to myself, picking up an
odd looking ring and running out of the room. I got the hall and stopped,
looking both ways. I ducked as a bullet whizzed by my head.

Bradley: (TOLD YOU!)

"You worry too much." I said, waiting until I heard footsteps get closer. I
swung my foot low and connected, causing the guard to fall. I gathered
myself up and ran across the cement floor, trying to find an exit. I found
myself about to leave when this guy stepped out of nowhere.

"Hey." he said.

"Hey." I said, swinging at him. He ducked and slammed me against the wall,
" Good thing I like it rough."  I smirked. He stopped an looked at me
oddly, but I took the time to kick him in the stomach and punch him to the
ground. I ran to the door and opened it, only to see a group of people
aiming guns at me, " Okay, he so attacked me first." I lied.

			*********************************************

 I know what you're saying...but I'm the good guy. I am a spy for the
CIA. I was on a mission to recover what was taken from us. I work for SD-B,
a new branch of an old spy unit. I am Payton Espinosa Rayne. A twenty
year-old african american spy for the CIA.  I had only been in the CIA for
a short time, but now I was getting better. I was sitting now, waiting for
whoever had caught me to interrogate me. They seemed nice enough, but they
were going to question later. In a bright white room, I saw a door open and
an African American man walked through and sit down opposite me.

The man smiled, " Hi. My name is Marcus Dixon...do you know where you are?"
he asked.

"The softer side of hell?" I asked.

"Okay, I see you're going to be difficult." Dixon smiled.

"Are you gonna call my dad? I mean, if you're gonna bore me to death, can
you let him know." I spat.

"We both know you're not a normal teenager and you weren't just breaking
and entering." Dixon said, " You are in deep trouble."

"Sounds...deep." I said, looking around, " What is this place?"

"You're in the heart of the CIA." Dixon said seriously.

I looked at him oddly.

"But, of course, that wouldn't make sense to you, would it? I mean, you're
the CIA, right?" Dixon smiled.

"How..."

"I have something to tell you." he said grimly. He explained that he was in
the CIA and that I had been recruited by SD-B, a covert Organization of
Crime.  He said that I had been tricked and that Sark had made up SD-B to
get me on his side...

"How did you know..."

"That's how they got a friend of mine." Dixon said, forcing a smile, "
Sydney Bristow."

"Get out. She's...oh gosh, really?" I asked.

"Yes, as a matter of fact, that was her son whose ass you kicked." Dixon
smirked.

"Boy is my face red...WHY THE FUCK SHOULD I CARE! There are other things
going through my mind...They know, don't they, SD-B, by now. My mom is in
danger." I said frantically.

"No, we've gotten to her, she is alright. We're watching her." Dixon said,
putting a hand on my shoulder, " We need you."

"Me?" I asked.

"Yes. We've been watching you. Jack Bristow, the young man that you
punched, is a handler. He will be your handler. Your partner is Isabelle
Bristow." he explained.

"I didn't say I accepted." I frowned.


He stared at me.

"Okay, yeah, but how am I supposed to get out of this? They will kill me if
I just leave." I said.

"Yes." Dixon said, " You will stay. Get information for us, and allow us to
finally shut them down."

I nodded.

"How do I explain getting out of here." I asked.

"Fight." Dixon said, " You escaped."


			******************************************

I stood in a hallway, my thoughts swimming with what he just said. How can
I possibly get one over on these people?  I'm standing here, feeling them
all watch me as if I'm about to explode. I slid my back against a wall and
leaned my head all the way back.

"Are you okay?" A woman of about 25 said.

"Peachy." I said, looking at her, " Who in the hell are you?"

"Isabelle. Isabelle Bristow." she said, extending her hand, " I'm your new
partner."

"So I've heard." I frowned.

"I just wanted to say hi. I'm supposed to be at the debriefing." she
smiled.

"You can be on your way. I'll deal." I said quickly.

"Oh, well, umm, okay." she said dejectedly.

"I...umm, thanks. How's your brother? I kinda punched him." I said softly.

"I know. He'll recover. See ya around." she smirked, walking away.


"My sister's off limits." a voice said behind me. I turned to see Jack
Bristow, " Especially to you."


"You're barking up the wrong tree. Plus she's not my type." I said,
throwing up my hands.


"That explains what you said earlier." he said, pointing to his black eye.


"Yeah. I'm sorry you're not quick enough. I mean, I expected more." I
smirked, " So you're my handler, right?"


"So, you're my handlee?" Jack smirked.


"You think you can handle me?" I asked.


"I guess we'll just have to see." Jack smiled.


I smirked and walked away. As I walked, I turned to see Jack still watching
my back.