Chapter Three
Vaughn's POV
She was gone. Sark said not to look for her, but then again, she was gone. There was no way to track her; he'd smashed the com-link. Kendall was freaking out, but not as much as I was. What was he going to do to her? What if she didn't come back? Oh no, don't go into the "what ifs." Kendall came over to my desk along with Jack.
"So, you guys get anything yet?"
"For the fortieth time, Agent Vaughn, NO!" Kendall yelled. Well, somebody forgot to drink his coffee today. "All we know is that she was in Kabul and now she isn't."
"Well, looks like you got as far as I did, only it took you longer. Sark said he was taking her out of the country and the com came back on a minute later and Sark said something about Sloane."
"Didn't Sark already go after Sloane?"
"Yeah, but only to make an alliance. We don't know if it was a real alliance or a strategic one."
"So he may have wanted to kill him all along."
"Yeah."
"Okay, we have to assume the worst. Sark has Sydney and he's not giving her back."
"So how do we find her?" Jack finally chimed in. I could tell he was scared. His face was a dead-like pale.
"We ask the only person who really knows Sark. Irina," I said. Kendall and Jack both knew I was right. I knew what Jack was thinking, so I answered his question. "Yeah, I'll go talk to her." I was always stuck being the messenger boy. I got my visitor's badge from my desk and headed for the cell.
The gates clanged open as I entered the room. There she was, the treacherous snake herself. She was sitting on her bed, staring out the window. She heard me enter and turned around.
"Agent Vaughn," she nodded her head in a welcome manner.
"He took her? I told the idiot to stay away from her!"
"What?"
"Before I left, I had a meeting with him. I said that I was doing a secret mission and that I may not come back. I told him that she was not to be harmed, because she was my daughter. He took the news pretty badly. He had been almost like a son to me for years. He couldn't believe I had a daughter. He's had a vengeance ever since."
"Where would he take her?"
"Where else? Russia."
"Why Russia?"
"It's where he grew up. I've known him since he was a little boy. I raised him after his parents were killed," her voice trailed off. "That's why he wants her!" she gasped.
"Why?"
"Sloane killed his parents when he was nine. He made an alliance with Sloane to find out his secrets and exploit them. He had hoped that Sloane would be rejected from the Alliance and he would take his spot. Then, if it all went as planned, he would take down the Alliance."
"Wait, so he was a double agent too? He was doing the same work as us!"
"Yes, now though Sloane is becoming too strong. He wants him eliminated, and soon."
"What do you suggest we do?"
"I say we, and I mean me included, go and get her."
*Sydney's POV*
Russia
I sat in my cell, drifting in and out of sleep. I reviewed my situation in my head. On one hand, I could help Sark. After all, Sloane would be gone. But as Kendall had said, the CIA is not in the killing business. Plus, what would people think? I had attempted to kill a guy twice. If Sark pulled another non-kill to prove his "loyalty," I'd be dead. I know I said earlier that I might not want to be saved, but now I did. I really wanted Vaughn to save me.
The door opened and Sark stepped in.
"Sydney, I hope you stepped well."
"On this piece of crap, sure."
"No need for sarcasm, I was only being polite."
"Or cocky. Same thing."
"Now, we need to discuss our.business matters."
"Hey, I killed Sloane once, and you screwed it up. No second chances in this type of life."
"Okay, then I'll give you.let's say three choices. One, you can help me and I'll let you go. Two, you don't help me and I'll kill you. Or three, you don't help and I'll kill your little CIA boyfriend who we found snooping around."
"Vaughn?"
"Yes, I have him, and apparently, you want him." Isn't it obvious yet?
"Let him go, please. He has nothing to do with me. He isn't my boyfriend."
"Fine, then you'll help me."
Kill me if you want. I won't help you."
"I'm sorry, I can't accept that answer."
"Then I pick secret answer number four, kick your ass!" I jumped off the rock-like bed and flew at him. Of course I forgot that I was still pretty weak from the last mission. Sark almost instantly took control of the fight. Soon, I had a cut above my eye, a bruised cheek and probably a broken rib. Blood dripped into me eye, so I held up a hand to stop Sark.
"I'm sorry. I had to do that. You gave me no choice." He walked out, leaving me alone.
A tear slid down my face. I hadn't cried in so long and I chose now to break down. For once in my life, I was scared. There was no way out for me this time. No Sydney Bristow, super spy. Just one girl, alone and scared.
Vaughn's POV
She was gone. Sark said not to look for her, but then again, she was gone. There was no way to track her; he'd smashed the com-link. Kendall was freaking out, but not as much as I was. What was he going to do to her? What if she didn't come back? Oh no, don't go into the "what ifs." Kendall came over to my desk along with Jack.
"So, you guys get anything yet?"
"For the fortieth time, Agent Vaughn, NO!" Kendall yelled. Well, somebody forgot to drink his coffee today. "All we know is that she was in Kabul and now she isn't."
"Well, looks like you got as far as I did, only it took you longer. Sark said he was taking her out of the country and the com came back on a minute later and Sark said something about Sloane."
"Didn't Sark already go after Sloane?"
"Yeah, but only to make an alliance. We don't know if it was a real alliance or a strategic one."
"So he may have wanted to kill him all along."
"Yeah."
"Okay, we have to assume the worst. Sark has Sydney and he's not giving her back."
"So how do we find her?" Jack finally chimed in. I could tell he was scared. His face was a dead-like pale.
"We ask the only person who really knows Sark. Irina," I said. Kendall and Jack both knew I was right. I knew what Jack was thinking, so I answered his question. "Yeah, I'll go talk to her." I was always stuck being the messenger boy. I got my visitor's badge from my desk and headed for the cell.
The gates clanged open as I entered the room. There she was, the treacherous snake herself. She was sitting on her bed, staring out the window. She heard me enter and turned around.
"Agent Vaughn," she nodded her head in a welcome manner.
"He took her? I told the idiot to stay away from her!"
"What?"
"Before I left, I had a meeting with him. I said that I was doing a secret mission and that I may not come back. I told him that she was not to be harmed, because she was my daughter. He took the news pretty badly. He had been almost like a son to me for years. He couldn't believe I had a daughter. He's had a vengeance ever since."
"Where would he take her?"
"Where else? Russia."
"Why Russia?"
"It's where he grew up. I've known him since he was a little boy. I raised him after his parents were killed," her voice trailed off. "That's why he wants her!" she gasped.
"Why?"
"Sloane killed his parents when he was nine. He made an alliance with Sloane to find out his secrets and exploit them. He had hoped that Sloane would be rejected from the Alliance and he would take his spot. Then, if it all went as planned, he would take down the Alliance."
"Wait, so he was a double agent too? He was doing the same work as us!"
"Yes, now though Sloane is becoming too strong. He wants him eliminated, and soon."
"What do you suggest we do?"
"I say we, and I mean me included, go and get her."
*Sydney's POV*
Russia
I sat in my cell, drifting in and out of sleep. I reviewed my situation in my head. On one hand, I could help Sark. After all, Sloane would be gone. But as Kendall had said, the CIA is not in the killing business. Plus, what would people think? I had attempted to kill a guy twice. If Sark pulled another non-kill to prove his "loyalty," I'd be dead. I know I said earlier that I might not want to be saved, but now I did. I really wanted Vaughn to save me.
The door opened and Sark stepped in.
"Sydney, I hope you stepped well."
"On this piece of crap, sure."
"No need for sarcasm, I was only being polite."
"Or cocky. Same thing."
"Now, we need to discuss our.business matters."
"Hey, I killed Sloane once, and you screwed it up. No second chances in this type of life."
"Okay, then I'll give you.let's say three choices. One, you can help me and I'll let you go. Two, you don't help me and I'll kill you. Or three, you don't help and I'll kill your little CIA boyfriend who we found snooping around."
"Vaughn?"
"Yes, I have him, and apparently, you want him." Isn't it obvious yet?
"Let him go, please. He has nothing to do with me. He isn't my boyfriend."
"Fine, then you'll help me."
Kill me if you want. I won't help you."
"I'm sorry, I can't accept that answer."
"Then I pick secret answer number four, kick your ass!" I jumped off the rock-like bed and flew at him. Of course I forgot that I was still pretty weak from the last mission. Sark almost instantly took control of the fight. Soon, I had a cut above my eye, a bruised cheek and probably a broken rib. Blood dripped into me eye, so I held up a hand to stop Sark.
"I'm sorry. I had to do that. You gave me no choice." He walked out, leaving me alone.
A tear slid down my face. I hadn't cried in so long and I chose now to break down. For once in my life, I was scared. There was no way out for me this time. No Sydney Bristow, super spy. Just one girl, alone and scared.