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Sydney was crying in his arms, he couldn't figure why she was sobbing on his jacket. Jack couldn't do anything but to hold her tightly. When he was notified that K-Directorate agents caught her recording, he almost cursed him to death. The was only so many people she could get caught by, all making Jack sick to his stomach but none of them turned his stomach like K- Directorate agents.
"Sydney, tell me what wrong. Please!" Jack begged her. Sydney couldn't tell him, she couldn't bring herself out to words of what she saw in Moscow.
"I was just scared, that's all." She sobbed herself in the crook of his shoulder and Jack sat her down on the coat in the CIA headquarters. He knew Sydney didn't want to be there, but there was no place for Sydney to go. He sat down next to her holding her so tightly yet so gentle she wondered if this could happen again.
"I know you were but, this is different, you're reacting different."
"You'll hate me if I told you; I could be killed if I told you." By those words, Jack pressed his chin on top her head and squeezed her harder. He wanted her to be released of her fears and sadness just for her to smile up and say 'thank you daddy'. But she was too old, too wonderfully independent to say anything emotional. Sydney reminded him of himself when he was young, too scared and too concluded to see the images already painted for him.
"I promise, I promise I won't, just tell me." She looks up into his eyes, glazed over and disgusted with herself.
"I've been living a lie…I've been living to most terrible lie anyone could live." She told him; suddenly Jack wished he hadn't asked her that question. "Six years ago, after graduation I was recruited to an intelligence agency devoted to ending all illegal affairs of countries selling weapons, narcotics, and Intel. During that time, I was recruited by SD-6 and the forced me to go under as a double agent, tonight I found out that I wasn't recruited by an equal world agency but a resurrection of the old disbanded KGB." She told him. Jack tensed up, not his daughter, not his sweet innocent daughter. He swore to himself Sydney was not Laura, of all the times she acted or pretended to be her she was not. But this was an uncanny and surreal moment in Jack Bristow's life.
"They tricked me Daddy, the person I trusted the most…my handler…Mr. Sark…betrayed me." Her hands met her face crying in disbelief that this was her life in a nutshell. "They told me I would be helping not one country but the whole world, when they are the fucking KGB…I've been working for the Russians." She cried on his chest not fully accepting her role in society.
Jack sat in bewilderment, not his daughter, no, this was not happening. He swore to himself he was going to find the person who recruited her and would kill him. He would destroy whoever had decided that his daughter would make a great pawn. Whoever said like mother like daughter, it wasn't true. It would never be true under the Bristow name. Never.
"Daddy, I…I…I would have never joined if I had known. Please Daddy, don't…don't abandon me." She spoke into his chest. He immediately wrapped his arms around her and hugged her tightly.
"Never…Never." He whispered.
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Vaughn stood with his coffee watching the video of the Bristows' in one of the cots they had set up for the Agents who were stuck on long hours to sleep instead of driving home dangerously. But it wasn't a time to think about that; they had a situation that the CIA wouldn't take lightly. A fully active K-Directorate in their hands, he saw the way her father was looking as the officers came in and broke them up and handcuffed her back and dragged her away. She didn't look surprised as much as Jack did, if she knew that would happen. That was one, two she told in a fully wired all around office and she probably knew that.
"Think its setup?" Eric asked.
"Probably, she knew of the cameras." Vaughn figured. But there was something about Agent Bristow's daughter that was unsettling in his stomach.
Jack ran out of the room and went to Devlin but instead he found Haladki; you knew he was not enjoying this.
"Why the hell did you arrest my daughter, she has do nothing wrong."
"We have to make sure that she had told the truth, she could be here for the same purpose of gathering information." Haladki said.
"Information of what? My daughter has been tricked the same way…what I meant is that if her loyalties lie with me, she isn't a threat." Jack concluded.
"Did you tell her of your double agent status?" Haladki asked, Jack stared sternly at Haladki question.
"You are entering on dangerous territory." Jack warned.
"What? The house of lies? What do they say Jack in this situation…I remember, like mother like daughter." He smirked and before he knew it, Haladki was on floor with a tooth knocked out. Vaughn and Weiss started to run over to hold Jack back; they both knew he struck a nerve. But Jack was calm again after the sudden act of aggression he stood composed over Haladki's cursing body.
"Are you fucking mad?" Haladki spat out touching his jaw, some people helped him up. "I'm going to have to report this, Bristow." He yelled at him.
"Go ahead, but if you ever compare my daughter to that---woman I will personally come and rip out your tongue." Jack pulled at the bottom of his suit and walked away.
Vaughn stared at Haladki, from that minute he knew something was wrong.
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Vaughn followed the guards to where Sydney was being held and looked in the room next door where he saw her from the one way window. Her hair was short but wavy like she was picked out of the old jazz pictures of the twenties, but the messy figure waves were left in distress of her weeping. She was in a pair of faded green pants and a lose button up shirt. Her face was pale white, scared for her life. He truly did believe that she was afraid of dying in the hands of the three agencies she was riving with. But that didn't let him fall, it still could be a set up.
Sydney was handcuffed to the chair violently fighting the marshals that were holding her down.
"Miss Bristow please, we're not going to hurt you." Haladki calmly said, walking to the table. She quickly tensed up and calmly placed her foot that had been up in the air to kick the one of the US marshal down to the ground. "Good, let's get started." They quickly wired her up to the machine she was too familiar with.
"I wouldn't advise using that polygraph." She advised him. He asked her why not and she replied, "I was taught by K-Directorate how to advise by blood flow avoid being found out by that machine." He quickly called the men off of sticking sensors on her forehead. She smiled and crossed her legs. Haladki sensed something was different about her.
"Alright, when you were recruited to K-Directorate?" He asked.
"The day of my high school graduation." Sydney stated.
"Please describe your…years at K- Directorate."
"I was given full training by expert martial artists and soldiers for eight months, I advanced in a incredible rate. They told me I was a natural born spy, and that I had been one of their best students. I moved up quickly as I worked in the office, people stared at me, told me how I was valuable asset to them. No one was as nice to me as my employer." She said.
"Your employer?" He asked.
"Yes, The Man. I was given birthday and holiday presents ranging to flowers to jewelry. They told me I was his favorite, that he paid special attention to me and only me. They said if I worked hard enough I had what it took to become one of K-Directorate's most greatest agents, I have to admit that all I wanted."
"Did you ever meet him?" Haladki said making his way back to the subject of her employer.
"No, I did not."
"What kinds of missions were you placed on?" Haladki asked.
"I was placed on simple recon missions, nothing too dangerous. They said it would be my time to shine soon, and by the time I had requested to be pulled up in rank I was given a card to recruited SD-6." She paused setting her head back in aggression. "I was given permission to go under as a double agent, I went under another six months of training and another eight months of office work. By the time I was on my junior year I was a fully active agent for SD-6." She told him.
"And who is your handler?"
"Mr. Sark." She said; he looked up from his folders.
"I want to know after all the time you worked at SD-6 you didn't know that K-Directorate was a Russian intelligence?" He said.
"There was a rumor of the council being resurrected, but I never learned that K-Directorate was a part of the Soviet Union." She hissed. "From what I learned at SD-6 was that K-Directorate was a rebel underground agency stealing useful information that could be used in dangerous measures against the 'CIA'." Sydney said.
"You knew of SD-6's falsehood of being CIA."
"Yes."
"And did you ever think about going to the CIA?"
"I was told by Sark that the CIA had it own corrupt values." Her eyebrows raised, he smiled and sat back in his chair.
"What is your agenda, Miss Bristow? You knew the room was wired. You also knew if your cover were blown this would happen. The Russians have a history of betrayal." He said. Her eyebrows narrowed and she glared coldly at him.
"What the hell is that suppose to mean?" She snapped.
"Your Mother was Russian."
"Her grandmother was from Russia, yes she was one-third Russian. I don't see how that has to do with anything." She coldly said.
"Maybe your mother had KGB connections."
"Who the hell are you to come in here and suspect my deceased mother of being KGB! How dare you!" She yelled at the foolish and rash weasel.
"Let me ask you one thing, your mother knew about you father being CIA?" He asked her.
"Yes, so…are you freaking nuts. How dare you say that, how dare you!" She began to struggle with the handcuffs, as she wanted to rip out his throat. No, she had to remain calm so she settled back in her chair and sighed. "If you say one more thing about my mother I will kill you."
"I wouldn't advise saying anything of the sort." He told her.
"What do you plan to do with me?" She asked.
"We going to hold you in custody until we find where you loyalties lay, you hold a threat."
Vaughn walked into the hallway waiting for Haladki to exit. He held his arm before passing. "Was that really called for?" Haladki grunted.
"If you only knew the Bristow family." Vaughn looked baffled.
"What the hell is that suppose to mean?" Vaughn asked.
"The Bristows are a very unique family, the more you figure it out the more dangerous the Bristows are." And he left him going down the dark hallways.
Vaughn walked into the room when she was being pulled from the chair and they began to chain her legs since she was too dangerous to the Marshals during the 'interview'. Vaughn eyebrows narrowed as Sydney didn't go against it, and let the men slide their hands in between her thighs.
"Hey is there a need for that?" Vaughn asked rudely, he just ignored him by making a grunt and made his was back to her arm. But they didn't move, her eyebrow raised and she sniffled from her tears.
"I'm Agent Vaughn, I've been assigned to your case."
"You're here to help me or condemn my fate?" Sydney asked.
"I'm here to help you Sydney, even though I feel you do have your own agenda here, you knew about the CIA being wired, and you knew if you told you father it would be betraying everything you know you would be in danger." Sydney started to become frightened; everyone was the enemy here. "But my thoughts don't matter, what matters is that I'm on your side."
"What do you want to know."
"Everything."
"Everything is a lot Mr. Vaughn." Sydney said
"Please—just Vaughn."
"Well Vaughn are you sure what your asking for? Everything, everything is a dangerous request." She asked him.
"Sydney I need to know everything to back you up."
"What about SD-6 and K- Directorate?" She asked worried.
"It being taken care of, Sydney, nothing is going to happen to you. You're safe." And by that, Sydney seemed relieved.
Sydney was lead in a small cell, enough space for a couch and a love seat but she wasn't given that. She was given a nice cot and a pair of clothing sitting on her bed. She had been striped, searched, interrogated, and brought down to a little standing. A traitor, yes, but guilty, no.
She stood behind the glass watching the man who had most jade eyes almost real to touch and bleed.
"How long am I going to be here?" Sydney asked. But she knew he didn't know that answer. "I guess I deserve this." Sydney sniffled. Vaughn looked up into her eyes, she was heartbreaking.
"You were too young to know what you were getting into." Vaughn said.
"I need some time alone." Sydney said.
"Are you sure? I know if I was arrested, interrogated, and thrown in a cell in the past hour I would need a friend." Vaughn said, she questioned him though his eyes. He felt suddenly embarrassed, the girl wanted to be alone but you just have to pry. "But of course you probably don't care what I think." He began his way down the hall with the cranking of the bars but her voice broke though the clanging.
"I do," Her voice came though. "Tell me, I care what you think since you're the only agent who believes that I'm not here as a spy." She said. He turned around and sat down in the chair she sat on the cot.
"What your full name?" She asked. By that, he got uncomfortable and shifted in his chair. "Tell me, if I must trust you with my…life I have to know who you are." She pleaded.
"Michael Cordell Vaughn." He said,
"Strong French name," Sydney observed.
"My mother was French." He said; she looked at her characteristics, beautiful arched eyebrows, a narrow chin, high cheekbones, and soft wavy hazelnut hair. "You're Russian."
"I'm more Irish I suppose since my grandmother was from Ireland and she had the most fiery red hair…But we're not talking about that…um…it wasn't so strong in my mother's side. But somehow, even though my mother was American she took her heritage seriously. She taught me not to be ashamed of it, to be proud that I come from a line of strong women when the country was dying though communism. She made me proud," She bit her lip as she thought about what Haladki was talking about. "I'll die if I ever find out that my Mother had KGB connections." But the more she thought about it the more it seems possible why the K-Directorate recruited her.
"He was being rude, I apologize for that." He said.
"She died when I was six, I never felt the same without her."
"My father died too, though when I was eight. He died for his country." She knew by that statement that he was CIA, she nodded and let her head lean against the brick. "There this crazy rumor that your family is beyond crazed." He mentioned.
"Maybe I believe that now." She smiled.
"What is it with your family that makes these rumors?" Vaughn asked.
"I guess my family holds…power. People fear people with power." Sydney figured letting her fingers need though her blanket. She rethought what she said it didn't make sense. "Well my Father very stern, with that he holds power. I guess that how it is." Sydney said. Sydney saw the way Vaughn starred at her, differently than Sark. He sat with his hands folded respectfully smiling. "Why do you care so much?"
Vaughn sat clueless and opened his mouth to talk but nothing formed from his lips. "Um…I find you interesting."
"Interesting? How?" Sydney asked.
"You lived a lie, but yet you became such a…powerful and respectable woman who can hold herself, independent. You cry but your strong, you smile and laugh but your serious, that interests me."
"No I'm not. I'm cold and heartless and I've killed. This is what they made me. I wasn't always like this, you have to understand. Now all I care about is the objective at hand and now that I have none…I feel so empty inside." She sighed. Tears struck down her face and she wiped them off, embarrassed to show them. "I've been trained and brought to become this, and now I realized I was never happy, I thought I was doing something good. I'm so ashamed." It brought her to tears.
She wanted to cry more, to break out of her shell that she constructed to protect herself from what she was dreading. This was the inevitable; she sat down on the coat and pulled her legs up to her chin. She knew she was going to be here for awhile.
"Sydney, look at me." And she did almost crumbling. "I believe you, and I'm going to help them see that you have been tricked. You understand me?"
"Yes."
When Vaughn left, two things had settled in his mind. That Sydney Bristow was fully innocent, and was deceived into joining K- Directorate. And secondly that he was attracted to the woman. Just thirty minutes and he was falling and how was he falling hard. She was strong, beautiful, and elegant. And if he noticed it one more time he be pulled up into her game, if that she did have an plan.
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