The internet is really, really great....
Who | Julian Sark (sarkraticmethod ) and Sydney Bristow (fucktennyson )
What | Sark needs to go back to his home on Whore Island, but, unfortunately, Sydney's stuck with him invading her comfy office life... And her crazy world-hopping spy life, but whatever.
Where | Credit Dauphine; aka the secret SD-6 office.
When | Alias mid-season two
Verse | Rat Within the Grain
The internet, Sark had decided when he was first introduced to it, was going to make so many things in his life simultaneously simpler and more difficult, and it was hard to tell which side would win. He was more than willing to experiment, however. Trial and error was key, although his ego demanded there be little room left for error.
It was easy enough to turn off the monitoring system encoded into each of SD-6's computers and as the computer belonged to someone who was no doubt expendable, Sloane's anger would be directed towards him and not Sark, himself. From there, it was simply a matter of leaving encoded messages on a popular forum (what sort of name was 4chan, exactly, and what the hell was that site supposed to be?) for his contacts outside of SD-6 to find. He covered his tracks well- all Sloane would see was one of his best, brightest, and completely unaware agents checking questionable sites on company time, while Sark continued on with the plan. Oh, of course his most esteemed colleague was aware of a great deal of said plan, but he was also under the impression that they had fully merged their resources and Sark was not nearly that stupid, especially not when dealing with men like Arvin Sloane.
He moved the chair away from the desk and tapped the mouse to exit out of the site, catching a slight reflection in the corner of the screen. "Agent Bristow," he crooned, his tone as placid as always. He was well aware of how long she'd been standing there and didn't seem the slightest bit concerned about it- all in the name of making her angry. It was just so easy to get a rise out of her.
What | Sark needs to go back to his home on Whore Island, but, unfortunately, Sydney's stuck with him invading her comfy office life... And her crazy world-hopping spy life, but whatever.
Where | Credit Dauphine; aka the secret SD-6 office.
When | Alias mid-season two
Verse | Rat Within the Grain
The internet, Sark had decided when he was first introduced to it, was going to make so many things in his life simultaneously simpler and more difficult, and it was hard to tell which side would win. He was more than willing to experiment, however. Trial and error was key, although his ego demanded there be little room left for error.
It was easy enough to turn off the monitoring system encoded into each of SD-6's computers and as the computer belonged to someone who was no doubt expendable, Sloane's anger would be directed towards him and not Sark, himself. From there, it was simply a matter of leaving encoded messages on a popular forum (what sort of name was 4chan, exactly, and what the hell was that site supposed to be?) for his contacts outside of SD-6 to find. He covered his tracks well- all Sloane would see was one of his best, brightest, and completely unaware agents checking questionable sites on company time, while Sark continued on with the plan. Oh, of course his most esteemed colleague was aware of a great deal of said plan, but he was also under the impression that they had fully merged their resources and Sark was not nearly that stupid, especially not when dealing with men like Arvin Sloane.
He moved the chair away from the desk and tapped the mouse to exit out of the site, catching a slight reflection in the corner of the screen. "Agent Bristow," he crooned, his tone as placid as always. He was well aware of how long she'd been standing there and didn't seem the slightest bit concerned about it- all in the name of making her angry. It was just so easy to get a rise out of her.