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CIA JET - EN ROUTE NEPAL
The plane seemed even larger with only four passengers on board. Sydney and Vaughn were catching up on a few hours of sleep while Jack and Irina worked out their plan of attack. Neither knew what to expect when encountering the monks but they were sure to be prepared for anything.
"Security measures at the temple?" Irina asked with her elbows resting on the table.
"The location is their primary measure, other than that I expect little in the way of obstacles. We'll have to organize what weapons we're taking." Jack shifted the papers in the file.
Irina opened her mouth and held it for a few seconds, her eyes shifted, before she spoke. "They have no weapons in the temple; it is against their religious vows to wield tools of injury. Out of respect to their culture and religion we should not bring guns."
"Instead we go in defenseless?" Jack looked surprised.
"No, knives would be appropriate for our trek up the mountain. I don't anticipate trouble from most of the people there; they're pacifists Jack." Irina folded her hands.
"That didn't stop them from taking our daughter and holding her against her will for almost two years." Jack set his mouth in a firm line. "You want us to forego our training, walk through the front door and ask for an explanation." Irina smiled at his incredulous tone.
"Sometimes walking through the front door can end up getting you exactly what you want." Irina raised her eyebrows hoping Jack would understand the personal reference.
"These are two completely different scenarios Irina. The enemy isn't turning themselves in this time, we're going after them." Jack said forcefully. Irina flinched at the word enemy but didn't comment.
"We're essentially going in blind Jack; I think it's important that we don't appear to be threatening right off the bat. We don't know why they took Sydney or where the machine is and I intent get answers to both." She stared at Jack defiantly.
"Fine, we'll do it your way for now, but I'm coming with insurance." Jack closed the file.
"Of course you will." Irina smiled at him and leaned in for a soft kiss. When they pulled apart Jack looked seriously at his wife. "What?" She eyed him carefully.
"I was just thinking about what Devlin mention earlier." Jack told her.
"About returning to California." Irina finished.
"We haven't talked about where we would live when everything is over." Jack continued.
"Jack, it will never be over. There is always going to be someone attempting to gain insurmountable power or willing to kill without conscience and the CIA is always going to 'need' your expertise and leadership." Irina told him gently.
"Would you be willing to move back to L.A.?" He questioned with a nervous edge.
"I highly doubt we'll be able to convince Sydney to move to Morocco." She laughed. "Jack, I love you; if you decide that you would like to be back in California, I'm more than happy to accompany you. Just promise me that we'll take some trips to Morocco; I'll miss the house."
"You're sure you'll be happy there?" Jack asked again to be sure.
"I'm positive; I'll find something to occupy my time while you're at work." Irina's smiled turned mischievous.
"Why does that leave me feeling unsettled?" Jack smiled back at her before kissing her again.
As the kiss continued, Sydney and Vaughn were roused from their sleep across the plane. Sydney took one look at her parents and grimaced. She signed and hid her face in Vaughn's shoulder.
"Don't they ever give it a rest?" The words were muffled.
Vaughn smiled down at her. "You'd rather have them at each other's throats?"
"That's a viable option." She looked up. "No matter how much you prepared me for the changes over the past two years, no one could have prepped me enough for my parents. I thought I had lost my mind when I saw them together and it has only gotten more bizarre."
"I'm sure you'll become used to it." Vaughn kissed her head and looked you at the other couple, still engaged in their lip lock. He shook his head in wonder.
"How about you?" Sydney asked; Vaughn seemed confused by the question. "She's still the woman that killed your father Vaughn and now she's been given immunity by the United States government."
"You don't have to play Devil's advocate Sydney. I know who Irina is and I haven't forgotten what she's done." Vaughn sighed. "I'm also not going to forget that she was instrumental in saving or protecting your life on more than one occasion and in bringing Sloane down. I'll take it one day at a time." He attempted a small smile while Sydney shook her had in quiet amazement.
"You're incredible, you know that." She kissed him.
"Come on, we should get up and go over the operation plans.
As the plane touched down in the culture rich country the four passengers gathered their gear and wits before taking the first step of their final journey to truth....
Please Review (-:
If she survives the ordeal in Nepal I'm thinking of having an 'Irina meets Vaughn's mother' scene. But I still haven't decided who will live and who will die. Mmmuuuhahaha.
CIA JET - EN ROUTE NEPAL
The plane seemed even larger with only four passengers on board. Sydney and Vaughn were catching up on a few hours of sleep while Jack and Irina worked out their plan of attack. Neither knew what to expect when encountering the monks but they were sure to be prepared for anything.
"Security measures at the temple?" Irina asked with her elbows resting on the table.
"The location is their primary measure, other than that I expect little in the way of obstacles. We'll have to organize what weapons we're taking." Jack shifted the papers in the file.
Irina opened her mouth and held it for a few seconds, her eyes shifted, before she spoke. "They have no weapons in the temple; it is against their religious vows to wield tools of injury. Out of respect to their culture and religion we should not bring guns."
"Instead we go in defenseless?" Jack looked surprised.
"No, knives would be appropriate for our trek up the mountain. I don't anticipate trouble from most of the people there; they're pacifists Jack." Irina folded her hands.
"That didn't stop them from taking our daughter and holding her against her will for almost two years." Jack set his mouth in a firm line. "You want us to forego our training, walk through the front door and ask for an explanation." Irina smiled at his incredulous tone.
"Sometimes walking through the front door can end up getting you exactly what you want." Irina raised her eyebrows hoping Jack would understand the personal reference.
"These are two completely different scenarios Irina. The enemy isn't turning themselves in this time, we're going after them." Jack said forcefully. Irina flinched at the word enemy but didn't comment.
"We're essentially going in blind Jack; I think it's important that we don't appear to be threatening right off the bat. We don't know why they took Sydney or where the machine is and I intent get answers to both." She stared at Jack defiantly.
"Fine, we'll do it your way for now, but I'm coming with insurance." Jack closed the file.
"Of course you will." Irina smiled at him and leaned in for a soft kiss. When they pulled apart Jack looked seriously at his wife. "What?" She eyed him carefully.
"I was just thinking about what Devlin mention earlier." Jack told her.
"About returning to California." Irina finished.
"We haven't talked about where we would live when everything is over." Jack continued.
"Jack, it will never be over. There is always going to be someone attempting to gain insurmountable power or willing to kill without conscience and the CIA is always going to 'need' your expertise and leadership." Irina told him gently.
"Would you be willing to move back to L.A.?" He questioned with a nervous edge.
"I highly doubt we'll be able to convince Sydney to move to Morocco." She laughed. "Jack, I love you; if you decide that you would like to be back in California, I'm more than happy to accompany you. Just promise me that we'll take some trips to Morocco; I'll miss the house."
"You're sure you'll be happy there?" Jack asked again to be sure.
"I'm positive; I'll find something to occupy my time while you're at work." Irina's smiled turned mischievous.
"Why does that leave me feeling unsettled?" Jack smiled back at her before kissing her again.
As the kiss continued, Sydney and Vaughn were roused from their sleep across the plane. Sydney took one look at her parents and grimaced. She signed and hid her face in Vaughn's shoulder.
"Don't they ever give it a rest?" The words were muffled.
Vaughn smiled down at her. "You'd rather have them at each other's throats?"
"That's a viable option." She looked up. "No matter how much you prepared me for the changes over the past two years, no one could have prepped me enough for my parents. I thought I had lost my mind when I saw them together and it has only gotten more bizarre."
"I'm sure you'll become used to it." Vaughn kissed her head and looked you at the other couple, still engaged in their lip lock. He shook his head in wonder.
"How about you?" Sydney asked; Vaughn seemed confused by the question. "She's still the woman that killed your father Vaughn and now she's been given immunity by the United States government."
"You don't have to play Devil's advocate Sydney. I know who Irina is and I haven't forgotten what she's done." Vaughn sighed. "I'm also not going to forget that she was instrumental in saving or protecting your life on more than one occasion and in bringing Sloane down. I'll take it one day at a time." He attempted a small smile while Sydney shook her had in quiet amazement.
"You're incredible, you know that." She kissed him.
"Come on, we should get up and go over the operation plans.
As the plane touched down in the culture rich country the four passengers gathered their gear and wits before taking the first step of their final journey to truth....
Please Review (-:
If she survives the ordeal in Nepal I'm thinking of having an 'Irina meets Vaughn's mother' scene. But I still haven't decided who will live and who will die. Mmmuuuhahaha.