This Is Not Alias

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Scene Title This Is Not Alias
Synopsis And Schuyler really isn't Sidney Bristow. Not yet at least. But with the proper training, he can be. Err.. She can be. It can be!
Date May 1, 2009

Primatech Research: Level 1 Offices

An office with two desks in it, filing cabinets, phones, very little in the way of person decoration save for a plastic potted plant in the corner that is so generic as to make the room look really impersonal.


Between writing down notes, paperwork, fielding a phonecall from home about family matters, Minea's been busy on desk duty till they clear her for anything that involves more than sitting in a car. Levi's warning baout not fixing her if she worsens her injuries has been firmly stuck in her mind. She's not about to strain herself and get put back in bed. She prefers her mobility.

With decidedly less weapons than she normally carries, Minea grabs the next folder off her desk, looking over at the one that Lawrence was going to be occupying if he hadn't already. She never could tell with him. he was so well… organized. There's something she wanted as she flips through the very few papers in the folder. Kayla Reid. Lunch would be soon, she could take off early since it was Friday, head down to the NYPD and see about finding Officer Rodriguez-Smith, and stick her nose into detective Shelby's case, let him know she was assigned to that as well.

Not to mention harass Teodoro Laudani about Hiro Nakamura. Too much strange shit happening. So it is that Lawrence might come across the woman he's been sent to go see. In khaki's, button down, tailored blazer, her layered brown hair loose, working away at her desk.

He's been working at his other job while waiting for summons for this. In fact, Sky isn't about to quit any job until he's certain that the other is going to pan out. It may make for busy times, but better working and earning money than not. So, when he was given a date, time, and a name, he made sure to be there on time.

Of course, the one who walks up to the office level and the desks is none other than Sydney Bristow…or Jennifer Garner…or someone who looks very, very much like said actress/character. She's wearing a rather smart business suit and heels and carries a leather briefcase with a shoulder strap. Moving up to the desk, she offers a smile and says, "Excuse me, I have an appointment with Minea Dahl…I'm a little early, I'm afraid."

"And your…" Minea looks up, reading glasses on her nose. "Alias?" It's more really that Minea's talking to herself that last little bit, but she takes the offered hand as she stands up from her desk. "My appointment was with one… Schuyler … Prince" Minea looks down at her memo. Metamorph. She looks back over. "Are you in a different shape Mr. Schuyler? Or is this your neutral default form?"

Sydney Bristow laughs at the reaction and the subsequent question, "I'm impressed…and incredibly bemused. It never gets old." There's a shift, like in those videos where one person turns into another and a blonde man, still in a suit and briefcase but, alas, without the heels, is in Jennifer Garner's place. "I couldn't help it…sorry if I startled you or anything." He's still grinning, horribly amused at the reaction he got.

"Confused me briefly. I should have seen sooner what your ability is. If I didn't have the memo, I wouldn't have known" Though Minea watches the shift from female to male. "That and i highly doubt Jennifer Garner is a secret agent belonging to a covert operation that tracks and monitors evolved individuals around the world. Have a seat Mr. Prince, I'm Minea Dahl" She pronounces it Mih-knee-ah. "I'm fresh here but, they sent you to me. Probably because i'm on desk duty and because of where I come from. Where did they recruit you from?"

"Well, no…Jennifer Garner seems too busy with her kids, movies, and husband. But it was that or James Bond and if I recall, Bond didn't go undercover too often." Schuyler grins and offers his hand as the other gives her name, "A pleasure to meet you, Ms. Dahl." He then takes a seat, "Hey, you know more about it than I do…I was just waiting to be told where to go and when. They recruited me from here…should they have gotten me from somewhere else? Native New Yorkers don't always cut it?"

"I meant who did you work for before this. They tend to recruit people from other agencies. The police, the Federal Bureau of Investigation, military. They snagged me from Military Intelligence" papers are shuffled, shoved in folders, some put on the outgoing tray on her desk, some in the still pending, trying to bring order to her desk.

Schuyler ohs and sets his briefcase down next to his feet. "Uh. I'm an artist. So…no real connection, I guess, except for my little trick, you know?" He flicks once at his tie before resting his hands on his lap so that he won't fidget anymore. "So I'm a complete newbie at all this."

Oh… Minea looks down at the memo and smiles. "No, your not a newbie Prince. Your a blank slate without that annoying habits and tells that the various services instill in us that will mark us as someone official. Looks like they want to teach you infiltration as opposed to general things, you know how to shoot a gun yes?"

"No," is answered quickly. "I mean, in theory, yes, you point and squeeze. But the only guns I've ever fired were at the amusement park when you're trying to hit a clown's nose to pop the balloon. I'm not…the type who tends to have one or carry it around." Sky is trying not to crawl into his shyer shell, but the thought of using a gun really hasn't crossed his mind. "I'm going to have to learn, aren't I?"

"We generally work with two types, your standard handgun, and then we have a separate one that's filled with tranquilizing agent. you'll likely need to learn those. Half the time we just pull them out for show, and the person backs down or we use the tranquilizer. But on occasion, there is the need to use an honest to god handgun" She's not going to sugar coat it. "It comes down to you and your life"

"No, I figured as much. It's just not something I've used on a daily…or even occasional basis. But I'm willing to learn…" as long as it doesn't make him so paranoid that he develops some sort of hair-trigger. Schuyler nods at the explanation, "I do understand. I happen to like my life and it's taken a lot of work for me to get there, so I'd rather keep it."

"We all like our lives" And sometimes, a gun just isn't enough. But she's not about to tell him that. lets not freak out the recruit Minea. "Okay. Infiltration. Espionage. That's the name of your game it seems. So I guess… Well, you got the camouflage part down pat"

Schuyler lifts a shoulder, "That's what they tell me? And well, it's not perfect. I mean, sure for some looks, I've practiced. But if you want something specific, it's not like I can do it perfectly immediately. The more I can study the person in question, the easier it is for me to slip into their skin, so to speak. I watched a lot of 'Alias' when it was on…"

This was interesting. "Okay. So, gun training, get you used to firing and get you working on your skill with it. I don't frankly know what it is that they want me to do with you, but it seems since I'm on desk duty, you get me!" which isn't necessarily a bad thing. "beyond that, I guess maybe running you through the city with Lawrence and I when we're out on mundane stuff and see how you do. You up for that? I'll find out what else they'll want me to teach you. Probably the basics" she murmurs. 'Welcome to the Company Prince. Every day is something interesting and never without it's surprises"

"All right…you're the boss. Just…tell me where to be and what I should be doing." The briefcase is nudged idly with his foot, "So…should I just report here every day or…how is this going to work? Just as needed? And seeing how I do with turning into someone else? I mean, I know the city pretty well, so you don't really need to teach me how to use the subway." Schuyler smiles at that little bit.

"All those, I'll have to get back with you on. I think there's someone else when she come sin who i'll sic on you as well. I think you got tossed our way because we're both from the intelligence community. Come on, lets go to the range and see how well you can fire a gun. At least that will give us a sounding board and we can go from there"


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