Irina
Cuvee followed Jack's look and he sprang forward.
"How do we know he's telling the truth? We know nothing about him. But I know *a lot* about Irina," he leered. "I'll do the asking for a while."
S&G sighed, pushed back his glasses, and wheeled over to the wall.
Irina watched Jack slump back, relieved, in his chair. He had no idea what Cuvee was talking about, but Irina suspected she did. And was not at all happy about it.
Cuvee looked at her evilly, and mimicked S&G, "What is your name?" "Irina Derevko."
"Who are you working for?"
"No one." She saw Jack lean forward in his chair. An expression of interest flashed across his face, then was quickly extinguished before anyone else could see.
"Why are you here?"
"To help Jack escape."
Cuvee raised an eyebrow, and exaggeratedly looked around the room, pausing at the guards, the stone walls, and her handcuffs. "Great plan so far," he sneered. "You must be telling the truth, if you're going to say something that stupid. And why would you want to rescue Bristow?"
Irina paled. Not here, she thought. Not now. Anything but this. Beads of perspiration formed on her forehead.
Cuvee glanced in puzzlement at S&G, who shrugged his shoulders and said, "She was a little stronger. Give her time."
"I said, why would you want to rescue Bristow?" Cuvee snapped.
Irina saw Jack watching her intently.
"Because," she swallowed, "because I love him," she finished in a whisper.
Sydney
Finally, Sydney thought. She placed the GOFER in idle, immediately in front of the underground wall into the compound. According to the coordinates still coming from the hairclip, Irina and Jack should be about 10 feet on the other side of the wall. She started to ready the explosive.
Irina
Silence.
Irina glanced up, first at Jack, who was looking thunderstruck, and then at Cuvee, who was looking incredulous.
"I must have misunderstood," Cuvee snarled. "I watched you play this man for a fool for 10 years, betray him, and ruin his career. You want me to believe that you have fallen in love with him? 20 years later?
"I always loved him," began Irina, her voice growing stronger. " I never lied to Jack about our love. Only to you."
Cuvee followed Jack's look and he sprang forward.
"How do we know he's telling the truth? We know nothing about him. But I know *a lot* about Irina," he leered. "I'll do the asking for a while."
S&G sighed, pushed back his glasses, and wheeled over to the wall.
Irina watched Jack slump back, relieved, in his chair. He had no idea what Cuvee was talking about, but Irina suspected she did. And was not at all happy about it.
Cuvee looked at her evilly, and mimicked S&G, "What is your name?" "Irina Derevko."
"Who are you working for?"
"No one." She saw Jack lean forward in his chair. An expression of interest flashed across his face, then was quickly extinguished before anyone else could see.
"Why are you here?"
"To help Jack escape."
Cuvee raised an eyebrow, and exaggeratedly looked around the room, pausing at the guards, the stone walls, and her handcuffs. "Great plan so far," he sneered. "You must be telling the truth, if you're going to say something that stupid. And why would you want to rescue Bristow?"
Irina paled. Not here, she thought. Not now. Anything but this. Beads of perspiration formed on her forehead.
Cuvee glanced in puzzlement at S&G, who shrugged his shoulders and said, "She was a little stronger. Give her time."
"I said, why would you want to rescue Bristow?" Cuvee snapped.
Irina saw Jack watching her intently.
"Because," she swallowed, "because I love him," she finished in a whisper.
Sydney
Finally, Sydney thought. She placed the GOFER in idle, immediately in front of the underground wall into the compound. According to the coordinates still coming from the hairclip, Irina and Jack should be about 10 feet on the other side of the wall. She started to ready the explosive.
Irina
Silence.
Irina glanced up, first at Jack, who was looking thunderstruck, and then at Cuvee, who was looking incredulous.
"I must have misunderstood," Cuvee snarled. "I watched you play this man for a fool for 10 years, betray him, and ruin his career. You want me to believe that you have fallen in love with him? 20 years later?
"I always loved him," began Irina, her voice growing stronger. " I never lied to Jack about our love. Only to you."