"How did you find us? I thought you were en route to San Diego." Jack said,
once everyone was seated in the plane.
"Iri.Mother called. She said that the two of you were apprehended at the airport." Sark explained looking at Weiss's reaction to the term 'mother'.
"She made it on the flight safely then?" Jack said, the clear apprehension in his tone.
"Not exactly. She said that she was unable to make it to the gate in time. Apparently she's found other means by which to get to Taipei. And much to our misfortune, she discovered that one Kate Jones was on that exact flight to Taipei." Sark said with a sigh.
"Wait, Sydney was on that flight." Vaughn interrupted from the seat next to Jack.
"I assume she is still using the Jones alias." Sark said quietly.
Dixon walked toward them from the front of the plane.
"The pilot said once we land in Hong Kong, it won't take more than an hour to re-fuel. That puts us in Taipei in 16 hours." Dixon said taking a seat.
"Wait, why are we not going straight to Taipei? I mean Sydney already has enough of a head start on us." Vaughn said anxiously.
"The CIA is, by now, already monitoring all air traffic in and out of Taipei. We have to be very careful. By stopping in Hong Kong first, we'll avert some of the suspicion off of us." Jack said calmly. "It's a risk, and you're right Sydney has a good two hours on us. But if all goes according to plan, we still may be able to head her off."
"'May', being the key word." Vaughn emphasized. 'I should have gone alone. I would be on that plane with Sydney right now.' He thought, cursing his detour to Jack's apartment; Cursing the CIA for delaying them; Cursing the world for putting Sydney so far out of his grasp. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
The flight was long, and Sydney was incredibly exhausted. She slept through most of it, waking only to eat and use the facilities. She tried to keep her thoughts focused on the task ahead of her, but the nagging at the back of her mind made that very difficult. She could barely sleep with the man next to her snoring as if it were his job. She found some headphones in the seat pocket in front of her and put them on. The switched the station several times before recognizing a Dixie Chicks song.
"Dragon tales and the water is wide. Pirates sail and lost boys fly. Fish bite moon beams every night, and I love you. Godspeed little man. Sweet dreams little man. Oh, my love will fly to you each night, on angel's wings. Godspeed, sweet dreams."
Every word of the song brought a larger tear to her eye.
"God bless mommy and matchbox cars. God bless Dad, and thanks for the stars. God hears Amen wherever we are. And I love you. Godspeed, little man. Sweet dreams little man. Oh, my love with fly to you each night on angel's wings. Godspeed, Sweet dreams."
As the song ended she completely broke down. She tore the headphones from her head and ran to the bathroom. She slammed the door shut and turned to herself in the mirror. All she could see in the mist of her tears was the vision of little Ryan sleeping. She blinked away the tears, and finally was able to see her own reflection. He eyes were puffy and red. Tears clung to her cheeks. She stared into her own tear-filled eyes.
'Sydney get it together. You WILL see him again. You WILL see Vaughn, and your father, and mother, and the boys, and everyone one you love. But the only way this is going to happen, the ONLY way is if you put all of that aside.'
She reached for the tissues and dried her eyes.
'This is it. This is the end. You do this and you can be happy forever. You finish this and you'll never have to deal with it again.'
After a thorough self-kicking, Sydney took a deep breath. She looked herself straight in the eyes again. She was ready. More ready than she'd ever been. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
It wasn't long before the plane landed. Sydney stepped onto the foreign land that had already taken so much from her. From her right molar, to the innocence of her best friend, this city had given her very little, and taken away so much. With all of heart, and her entire being, she prayed that after this, she would never again have to set foot on this land again.
As she walked through the terminal she thought back to what had sent her to this place in the beginning. Danny never fully left her thoughts, but he no longer hung over as guilt-ridden apparition. She had paid dearly for the love she had for him. He had paid with his life, for her mistake. To this day her naivety in that situation, haunted her. And since that day, she would never trust anyone or anything so blindly, ever again. Her heart had been irrevocably altered; The walls around it thickening to the point of near impenetrability.
In the last five years, most of those walls had been broken down. It was only now that she rebuilt them to shield herself for whatever was to come. In that airplane restroom, she had resigned herself to one thing: This day was about her; this day was about the end; she couldn't lie and say she was protecting anyone; this was about Sydney, and everything Sloane and Rambaldi had put her through. She could no longer continue on in life without seeing this to its end.
So here she was, walking out onto the curb of the airport. Taxi's flying by, horns honking, people speaking in unintelligible languages. She was here to complete a mission, her last mission. Come hell or high water, it would end here. She would make sure of it. There was no question.
She hailed a cab, and began riding to her destiny. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
"Iri.Mother called. She said that the two of you were apprehended at the airport." Sark explained looking at Weiss's reaction to the term 'mother'.
"She made it on the flight safely then?" Jack said, the clear apprehension in his tone.
"Not exactly. She said that she was unable to make it to the gate in time. Apparently she's found other means by which to get to Taipei. And much to our misfortune, she discovered that one Kate Jones was on that exact flight to Taipei." Sark said with a sigh.
"Wait, Sydney was on that flight." Vaughn interrupted from the seat next to Jack.
"I assume she is still using the Jones alias." Sark said quietly.
Dixon walked toward them from the front of the plane.
"The pilot said once we land in Hong Kong, it won't take more than an hour to re-fuel. That puts us in Taipei in 16 hours." Dixon said taking a seat.
"Wait, why are we not going straight to Taipei? I mean Sydney already has enough of a head start on us." Vaughn said anxiously.
"The CIA is, by now, already monitoring all air traffic in and out of Taipei. We have to be very careful. By stopping in Hong Kong first, we'll avert some of the suspicion off of us." Jack said calmly. "It's a risk, and you're right Sydney has a good two hours on us. But if all goes according to plan, we still may be able to head her off."
"'May', being the key word." Vaughn emphasized. 'I should have gone alone. I would be on that plane with Sydney right now.' He thought, cursing his detour to Jack's apartment; Cursing the CIA for delaying them; Cursing the world for putting Sydney so far out of his grasp. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
The flight was long, and Sydney was incredibly exhausted. She slept through most of it, waking only to eat and use the facilities. She tried to keep her thoughts focused on the task ahead of her, but the nagging at the back of her mind made that very difficult. She could barely sleep with the man next to her snoring as if it were his job. She found some headphones in the seat pocket in front of her and put them on. The switched the station several times before recognizing a Dixie Chicks song.
"Dragon tales and the water is wide. Pirates sail and lost boys fly. Fish bite moon beams every night, and I love you. Godspeed little man. Sweet dreams little man. Oh, my love will fly to you each night, on angel's wings. Godspeed, sweet dreams."
Every word of the song brought a larger tear to her eye.
"God bless mommy and matchbox cars. God bless Dad, and thanks for the stars. God hears Amen wherever we are. And I love you. Godspeed, little man. Sweet dreams little man. Oh, my love with fly to you each night on angel's wings. Godspeed, Sweet dreams."
As the song ended she completely broke down. She tore the headphones from her head and ran to the bathroom. She slammed the door shut and turned to herself in the mirror. All she could see in the mist of her tears was the vision of little Ryan sleeping. She blinked away the tears, and finally was able to see her own reflection. He eyes were puffy and red. Tears clung to her cheeks. She stared into her own tear-filled eyes.
'Sydney get it together. You WILL see him again. You WILL see Vaughn, and your father, and mother, and the boys, and everyone one you love. But the only way this is going to happen, the ONLY way is if you put all of that aside.'
She reached for the tissues and dried her eyes.
'This is it. This is the end. You do this and you can be happy forever. You finish this and you'll never have to deal with it again.'
After a thorough self-kicking, Sydney took a deep breath. She looked herself straight in the eyes again. She was ready. More ready than she'd ever been. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
It wasn't long before the plane landed. Sydney stepped onto the foreign land that had already taken so much from her. From her right molar, to the innocence of her best friend, this city had given her very little, and taken away so much. With all of heart, and her entire being, she prayed that after this, she would never again have to set foot on this land again.
As she walked through the terminal she thought back to what had sent her to this place in the beginning. Danny never fully left her thoughts, but he no longer hung over as guilt-ridden apparition. She had paid dearly for the love she had for him. He had paid with his life, for her mistake. To this day her naivety in that situation, haunted her. And since that day, she would never trust anyone or anything so blindly, ever again. Her heart had been irrevocably altered; The walls around it thickening to the point of near impenetrability.
In the last five years, most of those walls had been broken down. It was only now that she rebuilt them to shield herself for whatever was to come. In that airplane restroom, she had resigned herself to one thing: This day was about her; this day was about the end; she couldn't lie and say she was protecting anyone; this was about Sydney, and everything Sloane and Rambaldi had put her through. She could no longer continue on in life without seeing this to its end.
So here she was, walking out onto the curb of the airport. Taxi's flying by, horns honking, people speaking in unintelligible languages. She was here to complete a mission, her last mission. Come hell or high water, it would end here. She would make sure of it. There was no question.
She hailed a cab, and began riding to her destiny. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++