What's in a name? Apparently everything.
A killer is targeting women in the Los Angeles area who share a name with Sydney Bristow's former aliases. Sydney wants the case, but she's already hot on the heels of a terrorist armed with a secret formula for a super-explosive.
While Sydney and Dixon try to prevent the terrorist from creating a man-made tsunami aimed at the United States, Weiss and Nadia are tasked with catching the Alias Killer. Jack and Vaughn quietly embark on their own investigation into the alias killings and begin to suspect that the murderer may be an ex-coworker resentful of Sydney for shutting down the shadow organization SD-6 years ago.
As Sydney struggles to stay focused and stop a ruthless man with mass destruction on his mind, she can't help but wonder, Will APO find the Alias Killer before another one of my unsuspecting namesakes pays the price?
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July 10, 2006
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Excerpt from Namesakes by J. J. Abrams
ONE MONTH EARLIER
Originally the private arboretum of a wealthy nineteenth-century philanthropist, Edgewood Gardens was now open to the general public. More than one thousand acres of sprawling gardens, woodlands, and meadows attracted scores of nature-loving tourists from all over the world who ambled along Edgewood's shady walkways as they took in the intoxicating sights and scents of the gardens' lavish horticultural displays. A gentle breeze wafted through the warm April air. Birds chirped in the treetops. A squirrel ran up the trunk of a leafy oak tree.
There are worse places to be on assignment, Sydney Bristow thought. She breathed in the rich floral aroma of the native azaleas. Daffodils, magnolias, and purple hyacinths blossomed in a gentle hollow alongside the path. An elegant glass conservatory rose in the distance. This beats an industrial park in Siberia any day.
The undercover agent strolled down a paved walkway, seemingly intent on enjoying the sylvan serenity all around her. She was dressed casually, in a tank top, shorts, and stylish sneakers. A baseball cap protected her face from the glare from the abundant sunshine and helped conceal her features. A pair of tinted sunglasses added to her disguise. An innocuous-looking brown handbag was strapped over her shoulder, and her oversize star-shaped silver stud earrings glinted in the sunlight. A light brown ponytail bounced against the back of her neck.
Her relaxed body language was deceptive. Behind her shades, Sydney's eyes were focused on a short, middle-aged Asian woman walking several feet in front of her. Dr. Yvonne Wong had made an effort to hide her own identity, sporting a wide-brimmed hat and dark glasses, but it was to no avail; Sydney had been trailing Wong ever since the CIA-employed chemist had first set foot in the gardens.
According to Hayden Chase, director of the Central Intelligence Agency, the CIA had reason to believe that Wong was being blackmailed to supply classified tech secrets to an unknown party. Worried that Wong might have accomplices within the agency, and anxious to keep knowledge of the possible security leak under wraps, Chase had tasked APO to quietly look into the matter. Since APO didn't officially exist, the top-secret black-ops unit was ideal for this sort of clandestine investigation ' which is why Sydney found herself shadowing Wong on this warm and sunny afternoon.
Certainly, the scientist in question was acting guilty as hell. Unlike Sydney, she kept glancing around nervously, as though afraid of being recognized, and she walked hurriedly down the path, paying little or no attention to the brightly blooming flowers along the way. You can tell she's no field agent, Sydney thought. The other woman looked like she was going to jump out of her skin at any moment. I couldn't behave that suspiciously if I tried.