From Russia, With Love
* * * * * *Chapter Three: On the Wrong Side of the Glass * * * * * *
'Vaughn, I'm trapped.'
Those words echoed in his head. The CIA team that was overlooking the mission too stunned waited for Michael Vaughn's next move. The world stood still. A coffee mug crashed to the floor in slow motion.
Solemnly he removed his headpiece and briskly walked to the prisoner holding cell. When he arrived at the first gate, he was exactly sure why he was going to confront Irina Dereveko instead of Delvin, yet something in his gut told him to go through with it. Nodding to the officer on watch, the first gate opened into hell.
Irina was in her usually position, probably mediating too fixated on her own cares to notice him standing there. Just as he reached out to tap on the glass. She greeted him without opening her eyes, "Hello, Agent Vaughn. What do I own this pleasant surprise?"
The bile rose in his throat and he bitterly swallowed his anger, "Syd-, I mean Agent Bristow's gone missing."
Irina's eyes flickered open and she steadied herself to meet Vaughn's composure. "Where was she?"
"Nineteenth floor in the laboratory."
"What was in the room?"
"A computer and bookcase. Why?"
Irina stood silently, praying that she misheard Vaughn. There was no escape from that room and the computer had been rigged with a silent alarm and false data. By now Sydney could be-.
"What is it?" urged Vaughn.
"The room is a fake. It contains no real information, its main purpose is to trap any intruder."
"Damn it," he slammed his fist against the glass, "if she's still alive, how much time would we have to extract her?" Vaughn considered all the possibilities, even if it meant gambling his life.
"Knowing my organization's skills they would consume several hours to several days for her to reveal her identity and knowing Sydney, she will be hard to break." she smirked thinking of how Sydney would kept the hounds at bay, "Even if you had a capable extraction team ready it could take you hours to locate you way through the labyrinth."
"We already have an agent inside, would that increase our chances?"
"It depends on who the agent is?" she was going to drag this out long enough for Vaughn to catch up to speed.
"Agent Eric Weiss," Vaughn mumbled, knowing Weiss was probably too freaked out to break into computer systematic.
"Well, I suggest you find someone superior knowledge of KGB's bases or waste your time as Sydney breaks piece by piece," she had to play her Irina card if it meant convincing Vaughn that Sydney had little time so be it. They needed her to infiltrate the facility and she knew that Vaughn would rather kill his own mother than work with the woman who destroyed his life.
Vaughn wearily rubbed his forehead contemplating her offer, even if he agreed what would make Devlin to consent. Once again her picked the lesser of the two evils. There was no way he could let Sydney rot in that hellhole. "If I get Devlin to release you under my custody, would you save your own daughter and not escape?"
Irina peered into his eyes as if daring him to ask again. Then she uttered the boundary breaking word, "Yes."
Instantly he uprooted himself from the cell and left Irina to her own thoughts.
Alone once more, she put on her façade for when Delvin would return to interrogate her with a myriad of questions to her true motives. However to her surprised she was met with only a team of four CIA agents who placed hand cuffs on her and led her to a CIA transport van. Shoved in the back, regained her dignity and sat on the steel bench. Michael Vaughn seated himself across form her and nervously glanced at Irina.
Breaking the momentary silence, Irina pursed her lips and finally willed herself to ask, "What did Jack have to say about this?"
Vaughn lifted his head to her gaze and said softly, "What Jack doesn't know won't hurt him." He finished with a grin.
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I had a bit of trouble with this chapter so bear with it.
I had to put Weiss as the agent. The thought was hilarious.
In the next chapter, Jack will discover the missing Irina, Vaughn will explain how Devlin let her off easy, and we will discover Sydney's cold unmoving body. Hahaha
~Stephanie~
* * * * * *Chapter Three: On the Wrong Side of the Glass * * * * * *
'Vaughn, I'm trapped.'
Those words echoed in his head. The CIA team that was overlooking the mission too stunned waited for Michael Vaughn's next move. The world stood still. A coffee mug crashed to the floor in slow motion.
Solemnly he removed his headpiece and briskly walked to the prisoner holding cell. When he arrived at the first gate, he was exactly sure why he was going to confront Irina Dereveko instead of Delvin, yet something in his gut told him to go through with it. Nodding to the officer on watch, the first gate opened into hell.
Irina was in her usually position, probably mediating too fixated on her own cares to notice him standing there. Just as he reached out to tap on the glass. She greeted him without opening her eyes, "Hello, Agent Vaughn. What do I own this pleasant surprise?"
The bile rose in his throat and he bitterly swallowed his anger, "Syd-, I mean Agent Bristow's gone missing."
Irina's eyes flickered open and she steadied herself to meet Vaughn's composure. "Where was she?"
"Nineteenth floor in the laboratory."
"What was in the room?"
"A computer and bookcase. Why?"
Irina stood silently, praying that she misheard Vaughn. There was no escape from that room and the computer had been rigged with a silent alarm and false data. By now Sydney could be-.
"What is it?" urged Vaughn.
"The room is a fake. It contains no real information, its main purpose is to trap any intruder."
"Damn it," he slammed his fist against the glass, "if she's still alive, how much time would we have to extract her?" Vaughn considered all the possibilities, even if it meant gambling his life.
"Knowing my organization's skills they would consume several hours to several days for her to reveal her identity and knowing Sydney, she will be hard to break." she smirked thinking of how Sydney would kept the hounds at bay, "Even if you had a capable extraction team ready it could take you hours to locate you way through the labyrinth."
"We already have an agent inside, would that increase our chances?"
"It depends on who the agent is?" she was going to drag this out long enough for Vaughn to catch up to speed.
"Agent Eric Weiss," Vaughn mumbled, knowing Weiss was probably too freaked out to break into computer systematic.
"Well, I suggest you find someone superior knowledge of KGB's bases or waste your time as Sydney breaks piece by piece," she had to play her Irina card if it meant convincing Vaughn that Sydney had little time so be it. They needed her to infiltrate the facility and she knew that Vaughn would rather kill his own mother than work with the woman who destroyed his life.
Vaughn wearily rubbed his forehead contemplating her offer, even if he agreed what would make Devlin to consent. Once again her picked the lesser of the two evils. There was no way he could let Sydney rot in that hellhole. "If I get Devlin to release you under my custody, would you save your own daughter and not escape?"
Irina peered into his eyes as if daring him to ask again. Then she uttered the boundary breaking word, "Yes."
Instantly he uprooted himself from the cell and left Irina to her own thoughts.
Alone once more, she put on her façade for when Delvin would return to interrogate her with a myriad of questions to her true motives. However to her surprised she was met with only a team of four CIA agents who placed hand cuffs on her and led her to a CIA transport van. Shoved in the back, regained her dignity and sat on the steel bench. Michael Vaughn seated himself across form her and nervously glanced at Irina.
Breaking the momentary silence, Irina pursed her lips and finally willed herself to ask, "What did Jack have to say about this?"
Vaughn lifted his head to her gaze and said softly, "What Jack doesn't know won't hurt him." He finished with a grin.
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I had a bit of trouble with this chapter so bear with it.
I had to put Weiss as the agent. The thought was hilarious.
In the next chapter, Jack will discover the missing Irina, Vaughn will explain how Devlin let her off easy, and we will discover Sydney's cold unmoving body. Hahaha
~Stephanie~