The drive to CIA operations was getting tedious. The Agents in the front
seats like horrendous music. Vaughn shifted his weight back and forth
constantly, while Jack sat, trying to figure out what to do next.
Luckily enough, Irina had gotten away. Jack could only hope that she'd made it onto that plane, and gotten to Sydney in time. The question was in "time" for what?
The car jerked suddenly to the right.
"Crazy driver." The Agent at the wheel exclaimed. But as he said it the car came to a screeching halt, jolting all of it's passengers forward. The accompanying car behind them slammed into the back of the car. The spun for a few seconds, of what seemed like zero gravity, and then came to a halt hitting a stop sign across the intersection. Jack, regaining his senses saw that his door had been crushed and lay ajar. He maneuvered himself around, and kicked the door with all of his might. It broke free surprisingly easily and Jack wiggled his way out of the vehicle. Vaughn followed immediately. Once both men were free of the car the sounds of gun shots alerted them to the presence of a third vehicle.
A black suburban was sitting across the intersection the driver was firing upon the accompanying car. A hand from within the passenger side, waved Vaughn and Jack toward them. They began running toward the SUV, covered by the gun fire.
Once they reached the car, the back doors flung open allowing them to jump inside. Jack finally got himself upright as the car began moving. He realized who it was who had come to their rescue. Eric Weiss was driving, seated next to Marcus Dixon. Behind them sat Will, and Marshall Flinkman.
"What's going on?" Jack said, grateful but confused.
"Will told us what was going on. Kendall had told me about the sanction to pick you up at the airport. We decided it was in everyone's best interest if we helped out." Dixon said quickly. "We have a jet standing by."
"Great." Jack said, almost unsure of himself. "Thank you Marcus."
Dixon looked back at him and smiled, before returning his gaze intently to the road.
"Uh.Mr. Bristow, Mr. Vaughn. I know that the Agents, uh relieved you of your weapons, so here are replacements." Marshall stuttered, handing them both brand new handguns.
"Thanks" Jack and Vaughn said in unison. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Twenty minutes later they were at the airstrip. As the all exited the vehicle Jack looked each man in the eye.
"You know what you're doing could jeopardize your careers, not to mention your lives." He said, no humor in his voice. Each man shook his head in unison. As this took place, another car hurried onto the airstrip, a lone driver occupying it. As is neared it became clear who was in it. It was Sark.
Weiss looked to Dixon and Will very unsure about what was happening. All watched as Jack walked to greet Sark, and everyone was surprised to see the two hug after Sark had exited the car.
"Got room for one more?" Jack said looking to Dixon. He looked confused but he nodded anyway. So the seven men all got on the plane. Each for the same reason. There was a woman out there who they all loved, in their own way. And who each and every one of them was willing to give their lives for. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Luckily enough, Irina had gotten away. Jack could only hope that she'd made it onto that plane, and gotten to Sydney in time. The question was in "time" for what?
The car jerked suddenly to the right.
"Crazy driver." The Agent at the wheel exclaimed. But as he said it the car came to a screeching halt, jolting all of it's passengers forward. The accompanying car behind them slammed into the back of the car. The spun for a few seconds, of what seemed like zero gravity, and then came to a halt hitting a stop sign across the intersection. Jack, regaining his senses saw that his door had been crushed and lay ajar. He maneuvered himself around, and kicked the door with all of his might. It broke free surprisingly easily and Jack wiggled his way out of the vehicle. Vaughn followed immediately. Once both men were free of the car the sounds of gun shots alerted them to the presence of a third vehicle.
A black suburban was sitting across the intersection the driver was firing upon the accompanying car. A hand from within the passenger side, waved Vaughn and Jack toward them. They began running toward the SUV, covered by the gun fire.
Once they reached the car, the back doors flung open allowing them to jump inside. Jack finally got himself upright as the car began moving. He realized who it was who had come to their rescue. Eric Weiss was driving, seated next to Marcus Dixon. Behind them sat Will, and Marshall Flinkman.
"What's going on?" Jack said, grateful but confused.
"Will told us what was going on. Kendall had told me about the sanction to pick you up at the airport. We decided it was in everyone's best interest if we helped out." Dixon said quickly. "We have a jet standing by."
"Great." Jack said, almost unsure of himself. "Thank you Marcus."
Dixon looked back at him and smiled, before returning his gaze intently to the road.
"Uh.Mr. Bristow, Mr. Vaughn. I know that the Agents, uh relieved you of your weapons, so here are replacements." Marshall stuttered, handing them both brand new handguns.
"Thanks" Jack and Vaughn said in unison. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Twenty minutes later they were at the airstrip. As the all exited the vehicle Jack looked each man in the eye.
"You know what you're doing could jeopardize your careers, not to mention your lives." He said, no humor in his voice. Each man shook his head in unison. As this took place, another car hurried onto the airstrip, a lone driver occupying it. As is neared it became clear who was in it. It was Sark.
Weiss looked to Dixon and Will very unsure about what was happening. All watched as Jack walked to greet Sark, and everyone was surprised to see the two hug after Sark had exited the car.
"Got room for one more?" Jack said looking to Dixon. He looked confused but he nodded anyway. So the seven men all got on the plane. Each for the same reason. There was a woman out there who they all loved, in their own way. And who each and every one of them was willing to give their lives for. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++