Irina hung up the phone. By this time both Sark and Jack were watching her
intently. She looked to Jack, tears hung from her eyes.
"Michael found her missing this morning. He thinks she's gone after Sloane." After shakily saying this, she took the few steps toward Jack and buried her face in his chest.
Jack looked at Sark. Fear, anger, worry, and intensity in his eyes. Sark reciprocated Jack's feelings, and nodded. They both knew what needed to be done. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
It didn't take long for her to arrive. Practically only the flight time. Michael had said come, so she did. No questions asked. She rented a car, drove to the house, and walked in without hesitation.
"Grandma." Alex said greeting her in the doorway. His tone wasn't a pleasant one.
"What's going on, sweetness." She said pulling the boy into a hug.
"I don't know. Dad's racing around. I don't know where Sydney is. He hasn't said a word. I don't know if it's the baby, but it seems like something else." Alex said softly.
"Well don't you worry. We'll figure things out. Now go get my bag out of the car." She said soundly. Alex walked outside, and Mrs. Vaughn headed toward the master bed room. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
"What's going on Michael?" She said, watching her son pack things into a large duffel bag.
"Thanks for coming mom." He said, not looking up.
"Is Sydney alright? What's going on?" She said firmly.
He again didn't look away from what he was doing.
"I need you to stay here and watch the boys for a while." He said turning and rushing into the bathroom. A second later he emerged.
"You're scaring me Michael, and you're scaring your children. Is Sydney okay? The baby."
"I appreciate all of that Mom. And as far as I know the baby, and Sydney are fine. I can't tell you any more than that."
"Well that's not good enough. Where are you going?"
"I have to go to LA."
"Is this about work?"
"No, yes. Mom, I can't explain this, but." He turned toward her in defeat. "Sydney's life is in danger. The baby's life is in danger. I have to go set things right."
"Where is Sydney?"
Vaughn paused. Tears filling his eyes, he had to force the words out. "I don't know." ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Within an hour Vaughn was at the airport. Another hour and he was on a plane to LA. Ryan had cried hysterically, Alex and Damien were both extremely worried. He wished that he didn't have to leave them, but where he was going, taking them was not an option. Throughout the flight he stared blankly at the seat in front of him. He pictured exactly how he was going to rip Arvin Sloane limb from limb. He could imagine ever grotesque detail. He wanted to do it so badly he could smell the blood on his hands. The flight took forever. Every second passing, added to Vaughn's anger. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Vaughn and Jack greeted each other with simple nods. Irina had given him a hug, Sark had shaken his hand. The apartment was filled with an aura of intense despair.
"We leave in an hour." Jack said quietly.
"How do we even know where to go?" Vaughn said in disbelief.
"Taipei." Irina said softly.
"How would Sydney even know that he was there?" Vaughn said shaking his head.
A voice from behind him answered. "I told her." +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Arvin had been alerted immediately, at Sydney's swift departure from her house. His letter had worked. It brought a newly found twinkle to his eyes. Everything was set. He had never been more ready for anything in his entire life. It would happen soon, and everything he's worked for would be done. All of his life he'd waited. Through for most of it he hadn't known why. It wasn't until Emily died that he's truly had a sense of the necessity of all this.
Rambaldi had been his obsession, yes. But Emily was his everything. He'd have given it all up for her. But she was taken from him, he couldn't change that. But Rambaldi created a new meaning for him. It was even more than an obsession, it was his life. And once the pieces of the puzzle were aligned it became even more clear that he was meant to be the 'guide' of The Prophesy.
It was somewhat like a chess game. Different characters were allowed different moves, and added unique parts to the game. He watched. Even gave small pushes to certain players, so that they would go in the right direction. He saw the big picture, and the different things that each player brought to the game.
Even as the 'guide', it had all been unraveling slowly. He couldn't have fathomed, in the beginning, all the knowledge he would obtain, or the secrets he would know. It still amazed him. His naivety so long ago, believing that the CIA was a higher calling, or that SD-6 was his destiny. He laughed coldly to himself. 'Everything happens for a reason. Everything.' +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
"Michael found her missing this morning. He thinks she's gone after Sloane." After shakily saying this, she took the few steps toward Jack and buried her face in his chest.
Jack looked at Sark. Fear, anger, worry, and intensity in his eyes. Sark reciprocated Jack's feelings, and nodded. They both knew what needed to be done. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
It didn't take long for her to arrive. Practically only the flight time. Michael had said come, so she did. No questions asked. She rented a car, drove to the house, and walked in without hesitation.
"Grandma." Alex said greeting her in the doorway. His tone wasn't a pleasant one.
"What's going on, sweetness." She said pulling the boy into a hug.
"I don't know. Dad's racing around. I don't know where Sydney is. He hasn't said a word. I don't know if it's the baby, but it seems like something else." Alex said softly.
"Well don't you worry. We'll figure things out. Now go get my bag out of the car." She said soundly. Alex walked outside, and Mrs. Vaughn headed toward the master bed room. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
"What's going on Michael?" She said, watching her son pack things into a large duffel bag.
"Thanks for coming mom." He said, not looking up.
"Is Sydney alright? What's going on?" She said firmly.
He again didn't look away from what he was doing.
"I need you to stay here and watch the boys for a while." He said turning and rushing into the bathroom. A second later he emerged.
"You're scaring me Michael, and you're scaring your children. Is Sydney okay? The baby."
"I appreciate all of that Mom. And as far as I know the baby, and Sydney are fine. I can't tell you any more than that."
"Well that's not good enough. Where are you going?"
"I have to go to LA."
"Is this about work?"
"No, yes. Mom, I can't explain this, but." He turned toward her in defeat. "Sydney's life is in danger. The baby's life is in danger. I have to go set things right."
"Where is Sydney?"
Vaughn paused. Tears filling his eyes, he had to force the words out. "I don't know." ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Within an hour Vaughn was at the airport. Another hour and he was on a plane to LA. Ryan had cried hysterically, Alex and Damien were both extremely worried. He wished that he didn't have to leave them, but where he was going, taking them was not an option. Throughout the flight he stared blankly at the seat in front of him. He pictured exactly how he was going to rip Arvin Sloane limb from limb. He could imagine ever grotesque detail. He wanted to do it so badly he could smell the blood on his hands. The flight took forever. Every second passing, added to Vaughn's anger. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Vaughn and Jack greeted each other with simple nods. Irina had given him a hug, Sark had shaken his hand. The apartment was filled with an aura of intense despair.
"We leave in an hour." Jack said quietly.
"How do we even know where to go?" Vaughn said in disbelief.
"Taipei." Irina said softly.
"How would Sydney even know that he was there?" Vaughn said shaking his head.
A voice from behind him answered. "I told her." +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Arvin had been alerted immediately, at Sydney's swift departure from her house. His letter had worked. It brought a newly found twinkle to his eyes. Everything was set. He had never been more ready for anything in his entire life. It would happen soon, and everything he's worked for would be done. All of his life he'd waited. Through for most of it he hadn't known why. It wasn't until Emily died that he's truly had a sense of the necessity of all this.
Rambaldi had been his obsession, yes. But Emily was his everything. He'd have given it all up for her. But she was taken from him, he couldn't change that. But Rambaldi created a new meaning for him. It was even more than an obsession, it was his life. And once the pieces of the puzzle were aligned it became even more clear that he was meant to be the 'guide' of The Prophesy.
It was somewhat like a chess game. Different characters were allowed different moves, and added unique parts to the game. He watched. Even gave small pushes to certain players, so that they would go in the right direction. He saw the big picture, and the different things that each player brought to the game.
Even as the 'guide', it had all been unraveling slowly. He couldn't have fathomed, in the beginning, all the knowledge he would obtain, or the secrets he would know. It still amazed him. His naivety so long ago, believing that the CIA was a higher calling, or that SD-6 was his destiny. He laughed coldly to himself. 'Everything happens for a reason. Everything.' +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++