Authors Notes: Okay, As Long As You're Here is officially finished. I
finished it last night (1-5-03) and there's one more chapter to come. I'm
considering a sequel, but seeing as how my betas/editor are telling me that
I'm the devil, I'm a traitor, etc.I don't know who will beta the next one.
(They're Syd/Vaughn fans all the way.) I sort of feel like it ends
perfectly, but if.I get enough reviews requesting a sequel, I may just do
one. The only problem is what to write about.Oh well.enough of my rambling.
Here we go.
Chapter Fifteen
Sydney threw up her hands in frustration as she filled out paperwork.
"What is it?" asked Sark, sticking his head in the door.
"They want everything but my firstborn child on this sheet!"
"Let me see," he snatched it from her hand. "Name," he read. "That's pretty simple," he gave her a grin.
"Yeah, if you know what to actually put down. Half of me wants to put down Sydney Bristow, and then the other half is leaning towards.Sydney Sark," she whispered the last part.
"I like the last one," he said with another grin. "Let's continue, shall we?" he asked teasingly. "Mother's Maiden Name, I can see where you'd have a problem with that one too. What's this for anyway?" he asked.
"Sloane's new idea. He's making us re-fill out these sheets since Cuvee and his men joined SD-6. My information hasn't changed since I started here."
"Oh look, Sydney you missed it. They want your firstborn child too. Look here, Name of Firstborn Child. They also want the age."
"Give me that!" she yanked it from his hands. "It does not!" she protested.
"Am I interrupting anything?" asked Jack with a curious grin on his face.
"No," Sydney and Sark said together, blushing.
He raised an eyebrow and gave Sydney a smile. "Sloane wants your paperwork."
"And her daughter, apparently," said Sark.
"What?"
"She said that they wanted everything but her firstborn child. I told her that they wanted that too."
Jack shook his head.
"What should I do about Mother's Maiden Name?" she asked.
"Leave it blank. That's what I'd do," replied Jack.
"All right," she scribbled in the final touches. "All done!" she announced.
"Sydney, we need you for a conference with Mr. Cuvee," said Sloane, stopping by the room.
"What is this? "The let's all meet in Sydney's conference room and harass her about this stupid paperwork" party?" she asked in exasperation.
"I didn't think it'd be too hard to fill out this stuff," said Sloane.
"And I quote," said Sark. He threw his hands in the air and sighed. "They want everything but my firstborn child here!" Unquote."
Jack started laughing but was silenced by a look from Sydney.
"As fascinating as this all is," said Sloane, "we need you, Ms. Bristow, for a meeting with Gerard Cuvee. Jack, are you coming?"
"Yeah, hang on," he replied.
"And I wasn't invited?" asked Sark.
"Come if you want. You'll be bored," said Sloane, tonelessly.
"Will not," argued Sark. Sydney knew where this one was going. "I'm going to go drop this off and meet you there," she flew out of the room. Jack was right behind her.
"What did you do, spike his drink?" he asked.
"What?"
"Sark's in rare form today."
"I have no idea," she rolled her eyes. "He gets like that occasionally."
"It had better only be occasionally. I'd hate to have to put up with Mr. Humorous every day of the week."
She tossed her paperwork in the basket and continued to the meeting.
"As I was saying," said Sloane as Sydney and Jack quietly slipped in. "Ms. Bristow and Mr. Sark will be going on a mission to Germany, where as Mr. Cuvee tells us, will find one of the old KGB bases. What a Russian base is doing in Germany is beyond me, but in this base will be a chapter of the Bible and a blackmail disk, hidden."
"We're going, together?" asked Sydney.
"It's not a problem, is it?" asked Sloane.
"You see, my daugh." Sark covered her mouth.
"It's fine," he smoothly lied. He knew that Sloane was trying to make them feel uncomfortable about being married in front of everyone at SD-6. "What's on the blackmail disk? Didn't we get one of those already?" asked Sark.
"Derevko made several blackmail disks. As you know, that was her main way of getting what she wanted. Many of those disks can assist SD-6 and the Alliance in our main goal."
Sark nodded. "Where, approximately will these be hidden?"
Sloane handed him a disk and checked his watch. "Look over this tonight. Marshall has created a three-dimensional map of the base and the possible locations of the disk and packet. I have to go. There's an Alliance meeting tomorrow and I need to catch a flight. I'm trusting you with this," he looked at Sydney and Sark, who nodded.
The meeting ended and everyone but Sydney, Sark, and Jack left the room.
"This is impossible," Sydney shook her head.
"It's not," said Sark, putting an arm around her.
"He's trying to trap us somehow. What do you want to bet that our equipment will be bugged or something?"
"Or the hotel room," suggested Sark.
"We're staying in a hotel?"
"It's a three-day mission. I have a list of possible bases that it could be at," said Sark.
"Is it just me, or is Cuvee acting weird?" asked Jack.
"Cuvee acts weird every day," said Sark.
"Okay, weirder than usual?"
"He's hiding something," Sydney said quietly.
"Yeah," agreed Sark. "Anyhow," he hugged Sydney closer to him. "Our flight leaves later tonight. We'd better go get packed and say goodbye to Ambria."
"Yeah," Sydney agreed.
Jack stepped forward and hugged her. "If I don't see you before you leave, good luck," he said quietly.
She pulled away from the hug and smiled. "Thanks," she said.
They drove back to Irina's and pulled into the driveway. Sydney got out, casually slamming the door behind her and grabbing her bag and jacket. She saw Ambria looking out at her through the front window and smiled to herself. "Look," she said to Sark. He looked up and smiled, seeing their daughter waving excitedly to them and tugging on Irina's pant leg.
"She's a little excited, do you think?" asked Sydney, grabbing one of his bags for him.
"A little? That's only the understatement of the year. That would just be like me saying that I have a crush on you."
"That had better be an understatement," she playfully hit him with her jacket.
"Mommy!" Ambria's yell of happiness filled the air as they let themselves inside. She dropped her coat and bags and picked her up.
"How's Mommy's little girl?" she asked.
Ambria stuck a finger in her mouth. "Good," she smiled.
"She's a chatterbox," Irina commented dryly.
"What?" asked Sark.
"She's been babbling all day. I managed to pull out a "Mommy" and a "Daddy" but that's about it. She may have even said "Bear" too."
"Have you been annoying your grandmother?" Sydney asked the little girl.
"Gamma!" Ambria pointed at Irina who took her from Sydney's arms.
"You were great at that age," Irina said, balancing the girl on her hip. "Always talking, full of life."
Sydney blushed and Sark pulled her closer to him, planting a kiss on her forehead. "We need to go pack," he reminded her.
"Where are you being sent to?" asked Irina.
"Germany," said Sark.
"Germany's a big place," commented Irina, looking at the two of them suspiciously.
"Mannheim," Sydney said.
"Interesting." Irina said, her voice trailing off and raising an eyebrow.
"Andrew?" Sydney asked. "Will you take Ambria for a minute? I have to.have a talk with my mother."
"Sure," he said, taking the hint and picking up Ambria. The two of them went into the other room.
"Why are you giving me odd looks?" Sydney asked.
"You're after the Bible again, aren't you?"
Sydney smiled. "Yeah. Sloane."
"Where are you headed?"
"The first possible location is in Mannheim. We are going to infiltrate that one first. The second possible location is Stuttgart. The third is Ulm."
Irina smiled. "I always knew that you'd find it eventually."
"So it's in one of those places."
"Yes."
"Which one?"
"Is this a trick question? You expect me to tell you where I hid my owner's manual?"
Sydney gave her a dumb look. "Not exactly. You just need to tell me which two of the three places are right," she said hopefully.
"Forget it. Sydney, come here," Irina led her to her bedroom. She dug through her closet and came up with a trap door. "The CIA doesn't even know about this. If they found out, Kendall would raid it."
Sydney nodded. "What is it?"
"This is where I hide all my stuff," she winked. She pulled out a torn, tattered box.
"What's that?" asked Sydney.
"It's the original," replied Irina, lifting out a thick black book that was torn with yellowing pages.
"Oh my God," breathed Sydney as Irina held it. "You've had the original the whole time?"
"You think that I would trust anyone with it? I trusted Sark enough to make a copy of it and return it to me when he worked for me."
"You've got to be kidding me," Sydney whispered as Irina handed it to her. She flipped through the first bit. "The map," she said, stopping on a page.
"What about it?"
"Marshall gave us one that's three-dimensional, to help us find the chapter. Sloane wants the blackmail disk and the chapter. What's on the disk anyway?"
Irina thought as Sydney handed her back the black book. "If I remember correctly, some of the blackmail is on some of the people who now make up the Alliance, such as Sloane."
"You're kidding."
"No. That's probably why Sloane wants it destroyed."
"Emily," Sydney said quietly.
"What?"
"Sloane murdered his wife, Emily."
"It wouldn't have that on it. It's at least." she counted. "Or it might. I turned myself in three years ago, that disk's contents were from the previous year up until then.It might," she said, coming out of her thoughts.
"That's why he wants it destroyed.and so does the rest of the Alliance."
"Sydney, I do have to warn you."
"What about it?"
"I hid pictures of you and your father on there."
"What?"
"I hid pictures of you and Jack that Sark had taken on that disk. They're invisible, but with Marshall's technique and advanced software, he may be able to find them. You have to get those off of there before you turn the disk in to anyone."
She nodded and watched as Irina put the book back into its box. "Thank you for showing me," she said.
Irina merely nodded. "The chapter isn't hidden in Ulm. I'll give you that much," she said.
"Thank you, but why would you tell me?"
"I'll tell you the same thing I told Vaughn when I gave him the fire alarm tip for you in Rabat. You only get one gift from me. That is your one gift," she gave Sydney an evil grin and climbed back up the stairs.
They heard voices from downstairs and Sydney recognized one as Andrew's and one as.she thought for a moment. Sloane? She guessed.
"Stay here," she whispered. "Go back through the trapdoor. I'll pound three times when they're gone." She hurried down the stairs.
"Sydney," Sloane acknowledged her.
"Arvin. What can I help you with?"
"I just came to check up on you, see how you were re-adapting to your not so new life."
"We're doing fine," she said, flicking her eyes at Sark. He looked at her with a questioning look. "Sweetie?" she said to Ambria. "Want to help Mommy pack?" Ambria nodded and Sydney picked her up and headed back upstairs.
"She knows where Irina is," Sloane said quietly to Sark as he watched Sydney go back upstairs.
"You're sure?" asked Sark.
"She does. You can tell. Find out where Irina is hiding and tell me. You will be greatly rewarded."
"How greatly?" Sark asked.
"One million."
"Two, and you have a deal."
"Deal," Sloane shook Sark's hand. "You have until next Monday to hand over the information, otherwise.I think you know what will happen. Sark nodded as Sloane left.
Sydney saw him leave and stomped on the trapdoor where Irina was hidden, then flew down the stairs, leaving Ambria happily playing on Irina's bed.
"What the hell did you do?" she shrieked, tackling him and sending him flying against a wall.
"Sydney, get off!" he fought to push her off and at the same time, avoid being hit by the punches that she was throwing at him.
"Sydney!" Irina yelled as she tried to pull her off of Sark. She pulled her off and pulled her to the other side of the room. "What were you doing?" she asked, holding her daughter back.
"He was making a deal with Sloane. He's going to turn you in to SD-6!" she exclaimed, trying to free herself from her mother's strong grip.
"Sydney, let me explain!" Sark protested. Sydney managed to free one of her arms and pulled a gun from her pocket.
"Give me one reason why I should," her voice turned cold. "I heard him offer one million dollars for my mother. You upped it to two and he accepted. You have until Monday to give him the information." She aimed the gun at Sark.
A loud pounding began on the door and Sydney heard Ambria start crying upstairs. She ran up the stairs and hid her gun, then scooped up her daughter and went back downstairs.
"Jack," she heard her mother's breath catch her throat. She knew that her father wasn't alone.
"Mr. Vaughn," Sark nodded, acknowledging his presence.
"What are you doing here?" asked Sydney, holding Ambria.
"We received word through the system that, as you know, is monitoring Ms. Derevko's house that a gun was pulled on someone. Where is the gun?" asked Jack, looking suspiciously at Irina. "Search her," he commanded the agents with him.
"Dad, it wasn't her," said Sydney.
"What?"
"I pulled the gun on Sark. He's working with Sloane. He's not a double agent for the C." Sark covered her mouth and she bit down hard on his palm. "Let me finish!" she said as he surveyed the damage. He held his palm but didn't look too fazed by the whole thing.
Irina looked at Sark, regarding him carefully. That was when she noticed the small black object on Sark's jacket. She covered Sydney's mouth just as she was about to speak. "Let me talk to you alone," she whispered, leading her into the spare bedroom. She searched the room with her eyes, looking for more bugs.
"Sydney," she hissed. "He's bugged by Sloane. There's one on his jacket. He knows it. Sloane can hear everything you said. That's why he covered your mouth, so that it wouldn't be revealed that you're a double-agent. For all you know now, Sloane could have figured it out and has sent a team of assassins to take you out!"
They opened the door and Jack looked at her oddly. She flicked her eyes to Sark's jacket and Jack noticed the bug as well. He whispered it to Vaughn.
"Dad, I'm sorry that you had to come all the way out here. Andrew and I had a fight," she said, hoping to repair the damage.
The loud pounding began on the door again. "Open up!" they heard. "SD-6."
Chapter Fifteen
Sydney threw up her hands in frustration as she filled out paperwork.
"What is it?" asked Sark, sticking his head in the door.
"They want everything but my firstborn child on this sheet!"
"Let me see," he snatched it from her hand. "Name," he read. "That's pretty simple," he gave her a grin.
"Yeah, if you know what to actually put down. Half of me wants to put down Sydney Bristow, and then the other half is leaning towards.Sydney Sark," she whispered the last part.
"I like the last one," he said with another grin. "Let's continue, shall we?" he asked teasingly. "Mother's Maiden Name, I can see where you'd have a problem with that one too. What's this for anyway?" he asked.
"Sloane's new idea. He's making us re-fill out these sheets since Cuvee and his men joined SD-6. My information hasn't changed since I started here."
"Oh look, Sydney you missed it. They want your firstborn child too. Look here, Name of Firstborn Child. They also want the age."
"Give me that!" she yanked it from his hands. "It does not!" she protested.
"Am I interrupting anything?" asked Jack with a curious grin on his face.
"No," Sydney and Sark said together, blushing.
He raised an eyebrow and gave Sydney a smile. "Sloane wants your paperwork."
"And her daughter, apparently," said Sark.
"What?"
"She said that they wanted everything but her firstborn child. I told her that they wanted that too."
Jack shook his head.
"What should I do about Mother's Maiden Name?" she asked.
"Leave it blank. That's what I'd do," replied Jack.
"All right," she scribbled in the final touches. "All done!" she announced.
"Sydney, we need you for a conference with Mr. Cuvee," said Sloane, stopping by the room.
"What is this? "The let's all meet in Sydney's conference room and harass her about this stupid paperwork" party?" she asked in exasperation.
"I didn't think it'd be too hard to fill out this stuff," said Sloane.
"And I quote," said Sark. He threw his hands in the air and sighed. "They want everything but my firstborn child here!" Unquote."
Jack started laughing but was silenced by a look from Sydney.
"As fascinating as this all is," said Sloane, "we need you, Ms. Bristow, for a meeting with Gerard Cuvee. Jack, are you coming?"
"Yeah, hang on," he replied.
"And I wasn't invited?" asked Sark.
"Come if you want. You'll be bored," said Sloane, tonelessly.
"Will not," argued Sark. Sydney knew where this one was going. "I'm going to go drop this off and meet you there," she flew out of the room. Jack was right behind her.
"What did you do, spike his drink?" he asked.
"What?"
"Sark's in rare form today."
"I have no idea," she rolled her eyes. "He gets like that occasionally."
"It had better only be occasionally. I'd hate to have to put up with Mr. Humorous every day of the week."
She tossed her paperwork in the basket and continued to the meeting.
"As I was saying," said Sloane as Sydney and Jack quietly slipped in. "Ms. Bristow and Mr. Sark will be going on a mission to Germany, where as Mr. Cuvee tells us, will find one of the old KGB bases. What a Russian base is doing in Germany is beyond me, but in this base will be a chapter of the Bible and a blackmail disk, hidden."
"We're going, together?" asked Sydney.
"It's not a problem, is it?" asked Sloane.
"You see, my daugh." Sark covered her mouth.
"It's fine," he smoothly lied. He knew that Sloane was trying to make them feel uncomfortable about being married in front of everyone at SD-6. "What's on the blackmail disk? Didn't we get one of those already?" asked Sark.
"Derevko made several blackmail disks. As you know, that was her main way of getting what she wanted. Many of those disks can assist SD-6 and the Alliance in our main goal."
Sark nodded. "Where, approximately will these be hidden?"
Sloane handed him a disk and checked his watch. "Look over this tonight. Marshall has created a three-dimensional map of the base and the possible locations of the disk and packet. I have to go. There's an Alliance meeting tomorrow and I need to catch a flight. I'm trusting you with this," he looked at Sydney and Sark, who nodded.
The meeting ended and everyone but Sydney, Sark, and Jack left the room.
"This is impossible," Sydney shook her head.
"It's not," said Sark, putting an arm around her.
"He's trying to trap us somehow. What do you want to bet that our equipment will be bugged or something?"
"Or the hotel room," suggested Sark.
"We're staying in a hotel?"
"It's a three-day mission. I have a list of possible bases that it could be at," said Sark.
"Is it just me, or is Cuvee acting weird?" asked Jack.
"Cuvee acts weird every day," said Sark.
"Okay, weirder than usual?"
"He's hiding something," Sydney said quietly.
"Yeah," agreed Sark. "Anyhow," he hugged Sydney closer to him. "Our flight leaves later tonight. We'd better go get packed and say goodbye to Ambria."
"Yeah," Sydney agreed.
Jack stepped forward and hugged her. "If I don't see you before you leave, good luck," he said quietly.
She pulled away from the hug and smiled. "Thanks," she said.
They drove back to Irina's and pulled into the driveway. Sydney got out, casually slamming the door behind her and grabbing her bag and jacket. She saw Ambria looking out at her through the front window and smiled to herself. "Look," she said to Sark. He looked up and smiled, seeing their daughter waving excitedly to them and tugging on Irina's pant leg.
"She's a little excited, do you think?" asked Sydney, grabbing one of his bags for him.
"A little? That's only the understatement of the year. That would just be like me saying that I have a crush on you."
"That had better be an understatement," she playfully hit him with her jacket.
"Mommy!" Ambria's yell of happiness filled the air as they let themselves inside. She dropped her coat and bags and picked her up.
"How's Mommy's little girl?" she asked.
Ambria stuck a finger in her mouth. "Good," she smiled.
"She's a chatterbox," Irina commented dryly.
"What?" asked Sark.
"She's been babbling all day. I managed to pull out a "Mommy" and a "Daddy" but that's about it. She may have even said "Bear" too."
"Have you been annoying your grandmother?" Sydney asked the little girl.
"Gamma!" Ambria pointed at Irina who took her from Sydney's arms.
"You were great at that age," Irina said, balancing the girl on her hip. "Always talking, full of life."
Sydney blushed and Sark pulled her closer to him, planting a kiss on her forehead. "We need to go pack," he reminded her.
"Where are you being sent to?" asked Irina.
"Germany," said Sark.
"Germany's a big place," commented Irina, looking at the two of them suspiciously.
"Mannheim," Sydney said.
"Interesting." Irina said, her voice trailing off and raising an eyebrow.
"Andrew?" Sydney asked. "Will you take Ambria for a minute? I have to.have a talk with my mother."
"Sure," he said, taking the hint and picking up Ambria. The two of them went into the other room.
"Why are you giving me odd looks?" Sydney asked.
"You're after the Bible again, aren't you?"
Sydney smiled. "Yeah. Sloane."
"Where are you headed?"
"The first possible location is in Mannheim. We are going to infiltrate that one first. The second possible location is Stuttgart. The third is Ulm."
Irina smiled. "I always knew that you'd find it eventually."
"So it's in one of those places."
"Yes."
"Which one?"
"Is this a trick question? You expect me to tell you where I hid my owner's manual?"
Sydney gave her a dumb look. "Not exactly. You just need to tell me which two of the three places are right," she said hopefully.
"Forget it. Sydney, come here," Irina led her to her bedroom. She dug through her closet and came up with a trap door. "The CIA doesn't even know about this. If they found out, Kendall would raid it."
Sydney nodded. "What is it?"
"This is where I hide all my stuff," she winked. She pulled out a torn, tattered box.
"What's that?" asked Sydney.
"It's the original," replied Irina, lifting out a thick black book that was torn with yellowing pages.
"Oh my God," breathed Sydney as Irina held it. "You've had the original the whole time?"
"You think that I would trust anyone with it? I trusted Sark enough to make a copy of it and return it to me when he worked for me."
"You've got to be kidding me," Sydney whispered as Irina handed it to her. She flipped through the first bit. "The map," she said, stopping on a page.
"What about it?"
"Marshall gave us one that's three-dimensional, to help us find the chapter. Sloane wants the blackmail disk and the chapter. What's on the disk anyway?"
Irina thought as Sydney handed her back the black book. "If I remember correctly, some of the blackmail is on some of the people who now make up the Alliance, such as Sloane."
"You're kidding."
"No. That's probably why Sloane wants it destroyed."
"Emily," Sydney said quietly.
"What?"
"Sloane murdered his wife, Emily."
"It wouldn't have that on it. It's at least." she counted. "Or it might. I turned myself in three years ago, that disk's contents were from the previous year up until then.It might," she said, coming out of her thoughts.
"That's why he wants it destroyed.and so does the rest of the Alliance."
"Sydney, I do have to warn you."
"What about it?"
"I hid pictures of you and your father on there."
"What?"
"I hid pictures of you and Jack that Sark had taken on that disk. They're invisible, but with Marshall's technique and advanced software, he may be able to find them. You have to get those off of there before you turn the disk in to anyone."
She nodded and watched as Irina put the book back into its box. "Thank you for showing me," she said.
Irina merely nodded. "The chapter isn't hidden in Ulm. I'll give you that much," she said.
"Thank you, but why would you tell me?"
"I'll tell you the same thing I told Vaughn when I gave him the fire alarm tip for you in Rabat. You only get one gift from me. That is your one gift," she gave Sydney an evil grin and climbed back up the stairs.
They heard voices from downstairs and Sydney recognized one as Andrew's and one as.she thought for a moment. Sloane? She guessed.
"Stay here," she whispered. "Go back through the trapdoor. I'll pound three times when they're gone." She hurried down the stairs.
"Sydney," Sloane acknowledged her.
"Arvin. What can I help you with?"
"I just came to check up on you, see how you were re-adapting to your not so new life."
"We're doing fine," she said, flicking her eyes at Sark. He looked at her with a questioning look. "Sweetie?" she said to Ambria. "Want to help Mommy pack?" Ambria nodded and Sydney picked her up and headed back upstairs.
"She knows where Irina is," Sloane said quietly to Sark as he watched Sydney go back upstairs.
"You're sure?" asked Sark.
"She does. You can tell. Find out where Irina is hiding and tell me. You will be greatly rewarded."
"How greatly?" Sark asked.
"One million."
"Two, and you have a deal."
"Deal," Sloane shook Sark's hand. "You have until next Monday to hand over the information, otherwise.I think you know what will happen. Sark nodded as Sloane left.
Sydney saw him leave and stomped on the trapdoor where Irina was hidden, then flew down the stairs, leaving Ambria happily playing on Irina's bed.
"What the hell did you do?" she shrieked, tackling him and sending him flying against a wall.
"Sydney, get off!" he fought to push her off and at the same time, avoid being hit by the punches that she was throwing at him.
"Sydney!" Irina yelled as she tried to pull her off of Sark. She pulled her off and pulled her to the other side of the room. "What were you doing?" she asked, holding her daughter back.
"He was making a deal with Sloane. He's going to turn you in to SD-6!" she exclaimed, trying to free herself from her mother's strong grip.
"Sydney, let me explain!" Sark protested. Sydney managed to free one of her arms and pulled a gun from her pocket.
"Give me one reason why I should," her voice turned cold. "I heard him offer one million dollars for my mother. You upped it to two and he accepted. You have until Monday to give him the information." She aimed the gun at Sark.
A loud pounding began on the door and Sydney heard Ambria start crying upstairs. She ran up the stairs and hid her gun, then scooped up her daughter and went back downstairs.
"Jack," she heard her mother's breath catch her throat. She knew that her father wasn't alone.
"Mr. Vaughn," Sark nodded, acknowledging his presence.
"What are you doing here?" asked Sydney, holding Ambria.
"We received word through the system that, as you know, is monitoring Ms. Derevko's house that a gun was pulled on someone. Where is the gun?" asked Jack, looking suspiciously at Irina. "Search her," he commanded the agents with him.
"Dad, it wasn't her," said Sydney.
"What?"
"I pulled the gun on Sark. He's working with Sloane. He's not a double agent for the C." Sark covered her mouth and she bit down hard on his palm. "Let me finish!" she said as he surveyed the damage. He held his palm but didn't look too fazed by the whole thing.
Irina looked at Sark, regarding him carefully. That was when she noticed the small black object on Sark's jacket. She covered Sydney's mouth just as she was about to speak. "Let me talk to you alone," she whispered, leading her into the spare bedroom. She searched the room with her eyes, looking for more bugs.
"Sydney," she hissed. "He's bugged by Sloane. There's one on his jacket. He knows it. Sloane can hear everything you said. That's why he covered your mouth, so that it wouldn't be revealed that you're a double-agent. For all you know now, Sloane could have figured it out and has sent a team of assassins to take you out!"
They opened the door and Jack looked at her oddly. She flicked her eyes to Sark's jacket and Jack noticed the bug as well. He whispered it to Vaughn.
"Dad, I'm sorry that you had to come all the way out here. Andrew and I had a fight," she said, hoping to repair the damage.
The loud pounding began on the door again. "Open up!" they heard. "SD-6."