Same disclaimers apply A/N: Have no clue if Klingon is something sci-fi, or
if I'm completely mixing things up. I don't know what it is exactly, but I
think it works.
The funeral had been a quick and quiet affair, rushed by the CIA and their need to continue the search for Sloan, Derevko and Sark. The entire task force had gathered in the briefing room in order to once again plot out their next plan of action. The group had grown significantly since the meetings earlier this year. Agent Kendall sat at the head of the table along side Jack Bristow. Kendall was sullen and angry over the change in leadership, but unwilling to pull himself off the team.
Every person at the table looked pensive and on edge; their nervousness well hidden from each other. Jack began outlining the CIA's next move.
"Despite the failure in Tuscany, Agent Bristow was able to acquire a disk that was dropped by Irina Derevko while escaping from the house grounds. On this disk we believe there to be sensitive and vital information on the whereabouts of Arvin Sloan's Rambaldi artifacts and manuscripts as well as the purpose for the genetic research he Derevko and Sark were attempting to acquire."
"Do we have a means of tracking any of them?" Kendall interrupted and stated with force.
"We no longer have the ability to track any member of their team, but that is no longer our primary objective. Right now the most important issue at hand is the disk we have in our possession. All our efforts will be directed at uncovering the information on the disk and utilizing it in future operations." Jack looked around the room for confirmation from everyone present.
"And what if the disk is empty? How do we know that there is anything worthwhile on it in the first place?" Kendall sat back in his side waiting for Jack to answer him. Jack glanced quickly at Kendall then directed his attention to everyone else seated.
"It would stand to reason that any disk Irina Derevko is willing to risk dying for is of importance. Marshall will begin the process of retaining the information from the disk." Marshall stared at Jack a second longer until realizing that was his cue. "
"Um.thank you..um you look a little tired Mr. Bristow.are you getting.Sydney don't you think your father looks a little tired?...not that you don't look good..umm..yeah." The harsh stare Jack sent his way got Marshall back to the matter at hand. "The disk obviously has something good on it, cause its coded in a language more difficult to understand than Klingon. um you guys know.," he laughs but when getting no such response out of everyone else, he stops talking.
"And when do you think you will have the entire disk decoded" Jack asked trying not to smile at Marshall's annoying albeit humorous antics. "I couldn't tell you for sure.um it could take a week, or more. I won't really know until I .um can open it up and take a look." Marshall appeared to be ready to continue, but Sydney cut him off, knowing that there was a limit to her father's patients.
"Where does that leave the rest of the team?"
"For the time being, I would like all of you to investigate anything Marshall pulls from the disk, and regroup for the next time we get a lead on our three most wanted. The task force group has been asked by Langley to make themselves available for other missions, and I am prepared to use the team if we are asked." Jack looked around the room at the people he was now responsible for and sighed mentally. "If there are no more questions or concerns, you are all dismissed."
Shuffling of papers and chairs moved in the effort to leave the briefing room, until Jack called out in mild disinterest.
"Please remain Mr. Vaughn." Sydney and Vaughn caught each other's eyes silently asking what this was about, but Vaughn just nodded and re-took his seat while everyone else filed out.
"You were investigating Derevko, without anyone else's knowledge." He stated.
"Yes, I was. She was willing to work with the CIA too conveniently, and like you I felt she had ulterior motives." Vaughn was not sure where the conversation was taking them, but decided to play along.
"You didn't even tell Sydney what you were doing." This time Jack looked directly at Vaughn, letting him know that he was fine with their relationship for the time being.
"I didn't feel my suspicions should color any time Sydney got with her mother. It would have done her no good to sling conspiracy theories at her about a woman she wanted more than anything to trust." Vaughn returned evenly.
"I was conducting my own more detailed investigation of her activities." Vaughn appeared more shocked than he truly was, considering who was sitting in front of him. "I understand your need to appease your conscience; however in the future all investigations will be signed off by me, to avoid any unwanted attention." Jack's voice hardened as he finished.
"Yes sir. All of my further activities will first be okayed with you." Vaughn said as he stood. Jack followed his movements as he too stood.
"Don't get carried away Mr. Vaughn surely I don't want to know ALL your activities." Humor danced in his eyes, but did not make a presence on his face. Vaughn smiled crookedly and left the room.
He walked into the central hub of the Task Force centre and sat disconnectedly at his desk. Sydney was quick to seat herself in front of him on it, leaning forward slightly. "What did my dad want?" She asked.
Vaughn looked up at her with lines evident in his forehead and appeared as though he was confused. "He wanted to make sure I was aware that my actions regarding my research were never to happen again..and I think he just gave us his blessing." They both smiled at that thought and reveled in the good that was able to come from such awful circumstances.
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The funeral had been a quick and quiet affair, rushed by the CIA and their need to continue the search for Sloan, Derevko and Sark. The entire task force had gathered in the briefing room in order to once again plot out their next plan of action. The group had grown significantly since the meetings earlier this year. Agent Kendall sat at the head of the table along side Jack Bristow. Kendall was sullen and angry over the change in leadership, but unwilling to pull himself off the team.
Every person at the table looked pensive and on edge; their nervousness well hidden from each other. Jack began outlining the CIA's next move.
"Despite the failure in Tuscany, Agent Bristow was able to acquire a disk that was dropped by Irina Derevko while escaping from the house grounds. On this disk we believe there to be sensitive and vital information on the whereabouts of Arvin Sloan's Rambaldi artifacts and manuscripts as well as the purpose for the genetic research he Derevko and Sark were attempting to acquire."
"Do we have a means of tracking any of them?" Kendall interrupted and stated with force.
"We no longer have the ability to track any member of their team, but that is no longer our primary objective. Right now the most important issue at hand is the disk we have in our possession. All our efforts will be directed at uncovering the information on the disk and utilizing it in future operations." Jack looked around the room for confirmation from everyone present.
"And what if the disk is empty? How do we know that there is anything worthwhile on it in the first place?" Kendall sat back in his side waiting for Jack to answer him. Jack glanced quickly at Kendall then directed his attention to everyone else seated.
"It would stand to reason that any disk Irina Derevko is willing to risk dying for is of importance. Marshall will begin the process of retaining the information from the disk." Marshall stared at Jack a second longer until realizing that was his cue. "
"Um.thank you..um you look a little tired Mr. Bristow.are you getting.Sydney don't you think your father looks a little tired?...not that you don't look good..umm..yeah." The harsh stare Jack sent his way got Marshall back to the matter at hand. "The disk obviously has something good on it, cause its coded in a language more difficult to understand than Klingon. um you guys know.," he laughs but when getting no such response out of everyone else, he stops talking.
"And when do you think you will have the entire disk decoded" Jack asked trying not to smile at Marshall's annoying albeit humorous antics. "I couldn't tell you for sure.um it could take a week, or more. I won't really know until I .um can open it up and take a look." Marshall appeared to be ready to continue, but Sydney cut him off, knowing that there was a limit to her father's patients.
"Where does that leave the rest of the team?"
"For the time being, I would like all of you to investigate anything Marshall pulls from the disk, and regroup for the next time we get a lead on our three most wanted. The task force group has been asked by Langley to make themselves available for other missions, and I am prepared to use the team if we are asked." Jack looked around the room at the people he was now responsible for and sighed mentally. "If there are no more questions or concerns, you are all dismissed."
Shuffling of papers and chairs moved in the effort to leave the briefing room, until Jack called out in mild disinterest.
"Please remain Mr. Vaughn." Sydney and Vaughn caught each other's eyes silently asking what this was about, but Vaughn just nodded and re-took his seat while everyone else filed out.
"You were investigating Derevko, without anyone else's knowledge." He stated.
"Yes, I was. She was willing to work with the CIA too conveniently, and like you I felt she had ulterior motives." Vaughn was not sure where the conversation was taking them, but decided to play along.
"You didn't even tell Sydney what you were doing." This time Jack looked directly at Vaughn, letting him know that he was fine with their relationship for the time being.
"I didn't feel my suspicions should color any time Sydney got with her mother. It would have done her no good to sling conspiracy theories at her about a woman she wanted more than anything to trust." Vaughn returned evenly.
"I was conducting my own more detailed investigation of her activities." Vaughn appeared more shocked than he truly was, considering who was sitting in front of him. "I understand your need to appease your conscience; however in the future all investigations will be signed off by me, to avoid any unwanted attention." Jack's voice hardened as he finished.
"Yes sir. All of my further activities will first be okayed with you." Vaughn said as he stood. Jack followed his movements as he too stood.
"Don't get carried away Mr. Vaughn surely I don't want to know ALL your activities." Humor danced in his eyes, but did not make a presence on his face. Vaughn smiled crookedly and left the room.
He walked into the central hub of the Task Force centre and sat disconnectedly at his desk. Sydney was quick to seat herself in front of him on it, leaning forward slightly. "What did my dad want?" She asked.
Vaughn looked up at her with lines evident in his forehead and appeared as though he was confused. "He wanted to make sure I was aware that my actions regarding my research were never to happen again..and I think he just gave us his blessing." They both smiled at that thought and reveled in the good that was able to come from such awful circumstances.
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