Vaughn turned around to find Will standing in the doorway.
"You did what?" He said harshly.
"She asked if the CIA knew where Sloane was headed, I told her Taipei." Will said stepping into the apartment.
"When? Why? When did she call you?" Vaughn managed to say through his confusion.
"Yesterday, she called. She'd seen Sloane on the news. She said that she was in danger that the kid was in danger. So I told her." Will said shaking his head. "I never thought."
Jack cut him off. "The CIA would have been listening in on your conversation. Do they know that Sydney now knows?" Jack said sternly.
"No, I knew they were listening so I made sure they didn't know what I was talking about." Will said, still in disbelief.
"That's good. We don't want any interference." Jack said, looking to Vaughn and then Irina. "Oh right, Will Tippen meet Irina Derevko. Will was, is one of Sydney's best friends."
"It is always nice to meet a friend of Sydney's." Irina said with a smile.
"Likewise." Will said, uncomfortable. It was incredibly awkward for him to meet her. She was Sydney's mother, but also the CIA's second most wanted person. Not to mention that first she was dead, then she was alive, then she was the woman in The Prophesy, now she wasn't. It was all incredible complicated, as were Will's feeling on the matter.
"We should go," Vaughn said. Jack and Irina nodded. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
She sat in the airport, watching the people all around her. Dressed in a black suit, tailored to her growing figure, she looked like any other business woman. Except she wasn't. She was on a mission to stop Sloane, end his crazy plan, and end the Rambaldi mystery that had gone on for far too long. She wondered if the passerby's noticed the bags under her eyes, or that she'd done her hake up in the car on the way to the airport.
She glanced at the payphones sitting in a bay across the terminal. If she wanted her father could be here in less than fifteen minutes. She laughed to herself. She was sitting there in LAX all alone. She shouldn't have been doing this alone, and she knew it. She was absolutely crazy, 33 weeks pregnant and flying across the world to fight another insane person. The whole thing was just absurd. Too bad it was the story of her life.
"Passengers departing on flight 0047 to Taipei please begin boarding now at gate B5." Sydney listened to the overhead speaker. 'This is it." She thought to herself. 'The moment of truth. You can stop this all right now, just walk away.' She looked toward the escalators leading down and out of the airport, as she picked up her bag and headed toward the gate.
She handed her ticket to the attendant. "Ah, Ms. Jones. I need your passport." She gave it to him. "Thank you very much and have a pleasant flight." The attendant gave her back her passport and boarding pass. 'Alright, no turning back now. You've come a long way, and this is only the beginning.' +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Jack and Irina sat rigidly in the car as Vaughn drove to the airport. Will had provided several fake identification papers for the three of them. It wasn't a long drive, but it seemed to take forever. As they arrived at the Airport Vaughn handed the keys to his rental car to the valet attendant and then pulled his luggage from the trunk. Irina, who donned a blonde wig and sunglasses, pulled her luggage from the car as well and waited as Vaughn tipped the attendant.
Without warning four men with guns drawn approached the three standing on the curb. Irina noticed them first and ran inside the terminal. Jack, who couldn't move as fast, began to run as well, but as grabbed by one of the men. Vaughn managed to hit one man, and run before he was tackled by another. The forth ran after Irina.
"Jack Bristow you are hereby taken into the custody of the Central Intelligence Agency." The man said, handcuffing Jack. Similar procedures were being taken by the Agent holding Vaughn.
"What is this all about?" Vaughn yelled.
"Who was that with you Mr. Vaughn? Was it Sydney Bristow?"
"No damn it. This is totally. let me go. You don't understand."
"What I understand is that the two of you are being transferred to the CIA operations center pronto." The Agents hauled Vaughn and Jack to the awaiting car and seated them both in the back, before getting in themselves.
"What is this about?" Jack demanded.
"That's classified." The agent driving said. The forth Agent came running out of the terminal. He shook his head, indicating that Irina, or whoever he thought it was, had gotten away. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
After ensuring that the Agent following her had left, Irina emerged from her hiding spot, and made her way to the ticket counter. She handed over her passport and her ticket and smiled. "Mrs. Hurston, I'm so sorry but it's already twenty minutes before your scheduled departure time, and I'm afraid you'll never make it through security in time."
"I can make it if you'll let me go quickly."
"I'm sorry ma'am this is an international flight. The security wait there is at least 30 minutes. Let me reschedule your flight for you. I won't charge you." Irina was incredibly annoyed, but figure that this might allow time for Jack and Michael to get to the airport.
"When is the next flight to Taipei?" She asked, acting much less perturbed than she really was.
"Let's see. umm.. well it turns out the next flight isn't for another 48 hours. But I could redirect you to Oakland. A flight to Taipei leaves there tomorrow morning. But I'm afraid you'll have to pay full price for the ticket." The attendant looked meekly at Irina.
"I'll tell you what. You give me a free ticket change for my husband and my son, and I won't make a complaint to the airline." Irina said softly.
After a moment's hesitation the attendant proceeded. "I guess I could do that." She smiled.
"Oh and I need the list of passengers on the current flight to Taipei, I must know if my daughter made it." Irina said, slipping a hundred dollar bill across the counter.
The attendant glanced at the money and then pocketed it quickly. "I'll see what I can do."
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"You did what?" He said harshly.
"She asked if the CIA knew where Sloane was headed, I told her Taipei." Will said stepping into the apartment.
"When? Why? When did she call you?" Vaughn managed to say through his confusion.
"Yesterday, she called. She'd seen Sloane on the news. She said that she was in danger that the kid was in danger. So I told her." Will said shaking his head. "I never thought."
Jack cut him off. "The CIA would have been listening in on your conversation. Do they know that Sydney now knows?" Jack said sternly.
"No, I knew they were listening so I made sure they didn't know what I was talking about." Will said, still in disbelief.
"That's good. We don't want any interference." Jack said, looking to Vaughn and then Irina. "Oh right, Will Tippen meet Irina Derevko. Will was, is one of Sydney's best friends."
"It is always nice to meet a friend of Sydney's." Irina said with a smile.
"Likewise." Will said, uncomfortable. It was incredibly awkward for him to meet her. She was Sydney's mother, but also the CIA's second most wanted person. Not to mention that first she was dead, then she was alive, then she was the woman in The Prophesy, now she wasn't. It was all incredible complicated, as were Will's feeling on the matter.
"We should go," Vaughn said. Jack and Irina nodded. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
She sat in the airport, watching the people all around her. Dressed in a black suit, tailored to her growing figure, she looked like any other business woman. Except she wasn't. She was on a mission to stop Sloane, end his crazy plan, and end the Rambaldi mystery that had gone on for far too long. She wondered if the passerby's noticed the bags under her eyes, or that she'd done her hake up in the car on the way to the airport.
She glanced at the payphones sitting in a bay across the terminal. If she wanted her father could be here in less than fifteen minutes. She laughed to herself. She was sitting there in LAX all alone. She shouldn't have been doing this alone, and she knew it. She was absolutely crazy, 33 weeks pregnant and flying across the world to fight another insane person. The whole thing was just absurd. Too bad it was the story of her life.
"Passengers departing on flight 0047 to Taipei please begin boarding now at gate B5." Sydney listened to the overhead speaker. 'This is it." She thought to herself. 'The moment of truth. You can stop this all right now, just walk away.' She looked toward the escalators leading down and out of the airport, as she picked up her bag and headed toward the gate.
She handed her ticket to the attendant. "Ah, Ms. Jones. I need your passport." She gave it to him. "Thank you very much and have a pleasant flight." The attendant gave her back her passport and boarding pass. 'Alright, no turning back now. You've come a long way, and this is only the beginning.' +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Jack and Irina sat rigidly in the car as Vaughn drove to the airport. Will had provided several fake identification papers for the three of them. It wasn't a long drive, but it seemed to take forever. As they arrived at the Airport Vaughn handed the keys to his rental car to the valet attendant and then pulled his luggage from the trunk. Irina, who donned a blonde wig and sunglasses, pulled her luggage from the car as well and waited as Vaughn tipped the attendant.
Without warning four men with guns drawn approached the three standing on the curb. Irina noticed them first and ran inside the terminal. Jack, who couldn't move as fast, began to run as well, but as grabbed by one of the men. Vaughn managed to hit one man, and run before he was tackled by another. The forth ran after Irina.
"Jack Bristow you are hereby taken into the custody of the Central Intelligence Agency." The man said, handcuffing Jack. Similar procedures were being taken by the Agent holding Vaughn.
"What is this all about?" Vaughn yelled.
"Who was that with you Mr. Vaughn? Was it Sydney Bristow?"
"No damn it. This is totally. let me go. You don't understand."
"What I understand is that the two of you are being transferred to the CIA operations center pronto." The Agents hauled Vaughn and Jack to the awaiting car and seated them both in the back, before getting in themselves.
"What is this about?" Jack demanded.
"That's classified." The agent driving said. The forth Agent came running out of the terminal. He shook his head, indicating that Irina, or whoever he thought it was, had gotten away. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
After ensuring that the Agent following her had left, Irina emerged from her hiding spot, and made her way to the ticket counter. She handed over her passport and her ticket and smiled. "Mrs. Hurston, I'm so sorry but it's already twenty minutes before your scheduled departure time, and I'm afraid you'll never make it through security in time."
"I can make it if you'll let me go quickly."
"I'm sorry ma'am this is an international flight. The security wait there is at least 30 minutes. Let me reschedule your flight for you. I won't charge you." Irina was incredibly annoyed, but figure that this might allow time for Jack and Michael to get to the airport.
"When is the next flight to Taipei?" She asked, acting much less perturbed than she really was.
"Let's see. umm.. well it turns out the next flight isn't for another 48 hours. But I could redirect you to Oakland. A flight to Taipei leaves there tomorrow morning. But I'm afraid you'll have to pay full price for the ticket." The attendant looked meekly at Irina.
"I'll tell you what. You give me a free ticket change for my husband and my son, and I won't make a complaint to the airline." Irina said softly.
After a moment's hesitation the attendant proceeded. "I guess I could do that." She smiled.
"Oh and I need the list of passengers on the current flight to Taipei, I must know if my daughter made it." Irina said, slipping a hundred dollar bill across the counter.
The attendant glanced at the money and then pocketed it quickly. "I'll see what I can do."
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