From Russia, With Love
I missed the episode Phase One!!! I hate MIDTERMS. Boohoo. If you have screen caps on what happened email them to me at CoffeeCrazy88@yahoo.com or MashtheStars@yahoo.com or just post on the review. *Kicks herself* I hate school and the super bowl ran to long ARRGH!
* * * * * *Chapter Four: Rewriting Past Wrongs * * * * * *
"Where the hell is she?" Jack Bristow screamed madly at CIA's director Delvin. He slammed his fist on the desk, nearly spilling Devlin's cup of coffee.
"Where is who, Jack?" he answered calmly as he spread the napkin under the cup.
"Where is Irina Derevko?" he gritted through his teeth as if her name were acid.
Devlin looked at his watch and took a sip of his coffee before answering him, "Right now, Derevko is probably entering Russian airspace," he checked his watch again, "give or take a few."
He rubbed his jaw trying to prevent himself from flat out shooting Devlin, "Who authorized her removal and why?"
"I did of course. It was necessary for the safety return of Agent Bristow."
Jack hesitated for a minute. No one gave word on the success of Sydney's mission. Devlin, obviously caught Jack in his thoughts and filled in the details. "Agent Bristow was making excellent progress halfway through her mission until she was captured. Essentially, we attempted to contact you, yet you were disposed in handling SD-6 for Arvin Sloane. We've already sent out an extraction team to retrieve Agent Bristow. I'm afraid we can't send you in, otherwise we would risk jeopardizing the mission," he finished, taking another sip of coffee.
Jack abruptly left the room and sat at his desk. That woman is going to be the end of me his brain rattled.
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"Eagle Hawk this Mountain base, what are your coordinates? Over." The transmitter clicked and set off a humming sound. Other than that there was no noise. No heavy breathing. No words.
Impatiently, Michael Vaughn counted off time with his fingers, too consumed in devising a plan he barely heard Irina's melodic voice.
"You look just like him," her lips tried to conceal a smile. She spied his muscles tensed, the veins raise in his clenched fists, but she remained her constant unwavering gaze on his eyes.
"He would do anything for his country, just like you. Or is there another reason for the heroics, Mr. Vaughn?" she toyed at him like a cat with a frightened mouse.
"I'm just trying to protect Sydney, nothing more," he sneered, "We are colleagues."
"I suppose so. Hypothetically, if Sydney wasn't SD-6 and you weren't CIA, what would happen?" She remarked with a hint of self gratification.
"I think we should go over the mission, again so all the bugs are worked out," mumbled Vaughn as he loosened his tie.
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MOSCOW, RUSSIA (6 PM EASTERN TIME)
The team of two covertly made their way to the facility's entrance. Irina put on her "the man" façade and introduced Vaughn to the security officer as her "associate" in SD-6 affairs. After several comments between the guard and control room they were granted access with one request for an escort and weapons check. Of course, Irina who estimated such an assurance urged Vaughn to go along with her plan without arms. From there, two Russian officers armed with 44 caliber machine guns ushered them through the sterile office building with the surprised looks from employees.
The elevator doors closed and Irina and Vaughn exchanged quick glances at one another. She jerked her head toward the female guard and was answered with a curt nod. On command, Vaughn jabbed his elbow into the back of her neck. Dropping to the floor, Irina delivered a swift drop kick to the male guard, who fell unconscious due to smashing his head into the elevator gate.
Irina picked up the swipe card and prodded the 23 floor button. "Grab the guns and the pass cards. They already know." She gestured to the hidden camera in the mirror. "They'll have her in the holding cells. There will be at least four guards positioned randomly throughout the floor." The light glowed on 19 then 20. "Follow me, they'll most likely have anticipated our arrival so she'll be in a cell towards the east wing. It's personal now."
Briskly they walked through the dim hallway to be less conspicuous. The first guard didn't put up much a fight and was silenced almost directly on impact. Farther east, the corridor was more unsanitary, blood smeared on the walls. Vaughn could only pray that it was Sydney and when he looked over to his companion, he finally understood how she was able to separate her emotions as she focused completely on the goal and not how to achieve it.
Three doors were left. Straining their ears, they were finally rewarded with the faint commotion of a whimper.
"Sydney, is that you?" whispered Vaughn through the filthy grate which minimal to nonexistence amounts of food were pushed into.
"Don't hurt me!" echoed the voice.
"Stand back!" Irina ordered her daughter. Shooting the door near the keypad lock, she short circuited the system and thrust her foot to the wall breaking it down with a swift kick. Huddled in the corner with a thin, gray worn-out blanket was a brutally bruised figure. Vaughn reached out to brush her hair out of her face, only to have the figure recoil at his touch.
"Sydney?"
Once more she withdrew to the wall, but exposed her eye. "Are you an angel?"
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The next chapter will be up shortly after I posted the one for Interventions. REVIEW people.
~Stephanie~
I missed the episode Phase One!!! I hate MIDTERMS. Boohoo. If you have screen caps on what happened email them to me at CoffeeCrazy88@yahoo.com or MashtheStars@yahoo.com or just post on the review. *Kicks herself* I hate school and the super bowl ran to long ARRGH!
* * * * * *Chapter Four: Rewriting Past Wrongs * * * * * *
"Where the hell is she?" Jack Bristow screamed madly at CIA's director Delvin. He slammed his fist on the desk, nearly spilling Devlin's cup of coffee.
"Where is who, Jack?" he answered calmly as he spread the napkin under the cup.
"Where is Irina Derevko?" he gritted through his teeth as if her name were acid.
Devlin looked at his watch and took a sip of his coffee before answering him, "Right now, Derevko is probably entering Russian airspace," he checked his watch again, "give or take a few."
He rubbed his jaw trying to prevent himself from flat out shooting Devlin, "Who authorized her removal and why?"
"I did of course. It was necessary for the safety return of Agent Bristow."
Jack hesitated for a minute. No one gave word on the success of Sydney's mission. Devlin, obviously caught Jack in his thoughts and filled in the details. "Agent Bristow was making excellent progress halfway through her mission until she was captured. Essentially, we attempted to contact you, yet you were disposed in handling SD-6 for Arvin Sloane. We've already sent out an extraction team to retrieve Agent Bristow. I'm afraid we can't send you in, otherwise we would risk jeopardizing the mission," he finished, taking another sip of coffee.
Jack abruptly left the room and sat at his desk. That woman is going to be the end of me his brain rattled.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
"Eagle Hawk this Mountain base, what are your coordinates? Over." The transmitter clicked and set off a humming sound. Other than that there was no noise. No heavy breathing. No words.
Impatiently, Michael Vaughn counted off time with his fingers, too consumed in devising a plan he barely heard Irina's melodic voice.
"You look just like him," her lips tried to conceal a smile. She spied his muscles tensed, the veins raise in his clenched fists, but she remained her constant unwavering gaze on his eyes.
"He would do anything for his country, just like you. Or is there another reason for the heroics, Mr. Vaughn?" she toyed at him like a cat with a frightened mouse.
"I'm just trying to protect Sydney, nothing more," he sneered, "We are colleagues."
"I suppose so. Hypothetically, if Sydney wasn't SD-6 and you weren't CIA, what would happen?" She remarked with a hint of self gratification.
"I think we should go over the mission, again so all the bugs are worked out," mumbled Vaughn as he loosened his tie.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
MOSCOW, RUSSIA (6 PM EASTERN TIME)
The team of two covertly made their way to the facility's entrance. Irina put on her "the man" façade and introduced Vaughn to the security officer as her "associate" in SD-6 affairs. After several comments between the guard and control room they were granted access with one request for an escort and weapons check. Of course, Irina who estimated such an assurance urged Vaughn to go along with her plan without arms. From there, two Russian officers armed with 44 caliber machine guns ushered them through the sterile office building with the surprised looks from employees.
The elevator doors closed and Irina and Vaughn exchanged quick glances at one another. She jerked her head toward the female guard and was answered with a curt nod. On command, Vaughn jabbed his elbow into the back of her neck. Dropping to the floor, Irina delivered a swift drop kick to the male guard, who fell unconscious due to smashing his head into the elevator gate.
Irina picked up the swipe card and prodded the 23 floor button. "Grab the guns and the pass cards. They already know." She gestured to the hidden camera in the mirror. "They'll have her in the holding cells. There will be at least four guards positioned randomly throughout the floor." The light glowed on 19 then 20. "Follow me, they'll most likely have anticipated our arrival so she'll be in a cell towards the east wing. It's personal now."
Briskly they walked through the dim hallway to be less conspicuous. The first guard didn't put up much a fight and was silenced almost directly on impact. Farther east, the corridor was more unsanitary, blood smeared on the walls. Vaughn could only pray that it was Sydney and when he looked over to his companion, he finally understood how she was able to separate her emotions as she focused completely on the goal and not how to achieve it.
Three doors were left. Straining their ears, they were finally rewarded with the faint commotion of a whimper.
"Sydney, is that you?" whispered Vaughn through the filthy grate which minimal to nonexistence amounts of food were pushed into.
"Don't hurt me!" echoed the voice.
"Stand back!" Irina ordered her daughter. Shooting the door near the keypad lock, she short circuited the system and thrust her foot to the wall breaking it down with a swift kick. Huddled in the corner with a thin, gray worn-out blanket was a brutally bruised figure. Vaughn reached out to brush her hair out of her face, only to have the figure recoil at his touch.
"Sydney?"
Once more she withdrew to the wall, but exposed her eye. "Are you an angel?"
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The next chapter will be up shortly after I posted the one for Interventions. REVIEW people.
~Stephanie~