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Arvin Sloan's Private Jet--- Flying Over Aegean Sea
Irina sat back gently in her seat while Sark busied himself with his computer. Sloan sat still and stoic against the side of the plane. He had shed his tears and was now gearing up for the next battle. His missions had been compounded now. He would not only become the most powerful man in the world with his access and complete control over Rambaldi's work, but he would exact his revenge on those that had cost him the one decent thing in his life. Sloan was out for blood.
As the determination set into Arvin's eyes, Irina braced herself mentally for the new direction her plans would be taking. What she had seen as a simple mission had become a mountain to topple and claim. Sloan would no longer be easy to get rid of. She could no longer do this alone, and with that realization came the utter feeling of defeat and failure that she had managed to keep at bay for so many years.
Finally Sark spoke, not able to handle the silence amongst his companions any longer. "If you weren't able to bring the disk with you, than where is it now?"
Irina resisted the urge to glance sharply at him and instead titled her head to the side slightly and locked eyes with him. "The downloading process was interrupted by a fragmented file, and by the time the process could correct itself it was too late. The disk was not complete and I left without it."
Silence once again entrenched the cabin, until Sloan began his diatribe on the next move they would have to make. Irina watched him carefully and stopped him when it seemed he had taken complete control over the operations inter-workings.
"Arvin, I believe that it would do us all some good if we remained inactive for a short while. It will give us all a chance to regroup and reform our attack plan. It will also give you time to grieve properly for your wife."
As much caring and sympathy she could muster for the man in front of her was poured into that statement. "Irina, I have never known you to lay low as the case may be and your concern for me although quite dramatic does not become you." His persona was back to that of the man she had been on a plane with five days pervious.
"You're quite right Arvin, my concern for you is less than empathic; however, my concern for the operation is quite real and grounded." She steeled herself for any reaction. "I cannot be certain that due to your recent loss you may not do something that could potentially endanger the operation or myself."
"Your concerns are duly noted, but it appears as though you do well endangering yourself, or is the only danger you face a result of your own family?" His parley hit its mark and resulted in Irina's narrowed eyes. She did not allow herself any other outward sign that the comment had bothered her.
"I will tell you once more Arvin," His name slid distastefully through her lips. "you are never to speak to me of Sydney. She is off limits during conversations." The two eyed each other wearily. Sark looked between them, unsure of whom to side with.
Irina finally sat back favoring her left side and said in a smooth and gentle voice, "I could care less where you end up, but for at least a week I am going to let my shoulder heal and think of our current predicament. When we land in Turkey I will be leaving the two of you. Contact me in one week and we will determine our next course of action."
No one spoke again until landing when Sark merely confirmed their plans to contact each other at the weeks end. Irina left them in the airport knowing the two would remain together, which would ensure that her new plans were not hindered.
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Arvin Sloan's Private Jet--- Flying Over Aegean Sea
Irina sat back gently in her seat while Sark busied himself with his computer. Sloan sat still and stoic against the side of the plane. He had shed his tears and was now gearing up for the next battle. His missions had been compounded now. He would not only become the most powerful man in the world with his access and complete control over Rambaldi's work, but he would exact his revenge on those that had cost him the one decent thing in his life. Sloan was out for blood.
As the determination set into Arvin's eyes, Irina braced herself mentally for the new direction her plans would be taking. What she had seen as a simple mission had become a mountain to topple and claim. Sloan would no longer be easy to get rid of. She could no longer do this alone, and with that realization came the utter feeling of defeat and failure that she had managed to keep at bay for so many years.
Finally Sark spoke, not able to handle the silence amongst his companions any longer. "If you weren't able to bring the disk with you, than where is it now?"
Irina resisted the urge to glance sharply at him and instead titled her head to the side slightly and locked eyes with him. "The downloading process was interrupted by a fragmented file, and by the time the process could correct itself it was too late. The disk was not complete and I left without it."
Silence once again entrenched the cabin, until Sloan began his diatribe on the next move they would have to make. Irina watched him carefully and stopped him when it seemed he had taken complete control over the operations inter-workings.
"Arvin, I believe that it would do us all some good if we remained inactive for a short while. It will give us all a chance to regroup and reform our attack plan. It will also give you time to grieve properly for your wife."
As much caring and sympathy she could muster for the man in front of her was poured into that statement. "Irina, I have never known you to lay low as the case may be and your concern for me although quite dramatic does not become you." His persona was back to that of the man she had been on a plane with five days pervious.
"You're quite right Arvin, my concern for you is less than empathic; however, my concern for the operation is quite real and grounded." She steeled herself for any reaction. "I cannot be certain that due to your recent loss you may not do something that could potentially endanger the operation or myself."
"Your concerns are duly noted, but it appears as though you do well endangering yourself, or is the only danger you face a result of your own family?" His parley hit its mark and resulted in Irina's narrowed eyes. She did not allow herself any other outward sign that the comment had bothered her.
"I will tell you once more Arvin," His name slid distastefully through her lips. "you are never to speak to me of Sydney. She is off limits during conversations." The two eyed each other wearily. Sark looked between them, unsure of whom to side with.
Irina finally sat back favoring her left side and said in a smooth and gentle voice, "I could care less where you end up, but for at least a week I am going to let my shoulder heal and think of our current predicament. When we land in Turkey I will be leaving the two of you. Contact me in one week and we will determine our next course of action."
No one spoke again until landing when Sark merely confirmed their plans to contact each other at the weeks end. Irina left them in the airport knowing the two would remain together, which would ensure that her new plans were not hindered.
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