Disclaimer in chapter 1.
To twin*muse thanks for the review and happy belated birthday.
Irina got up to stretch, lifting her arms above her head. Something wasn't right, something distant…what was it….
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Sark witnessed as some of his team members bound and gagged the Bristow girls he looked on in satisfaction, as he sat with his gun trained on them.
"Take them back to Sloane, I'll meet you there." He ordered. Watching as the team loaded the girls into the van, he then got into his car and tailed them. He picked up his cell phone, and pressed two for Sloane.
"Sloane."
"We have them, I'm tailing them now, we're on our way."
"Excellent, as soon as they arrive we can begin with stage two."
"Do you think Mr. Bristow would compromise?" Sark was a bit cautious.
"I'm most positive he will, because if he won't…well you know." Sark sat silently watching the traffic around him.
"I understand."
"Good. I'll see you when you arrive."
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Jack leaned back in his chair watching the door, waiting for his daughter's to burst through with a good explanation to their delay.
His daughter's. He couldn't believe he had two daughters now, who were already twenty minutes late for the meeting. Jack scribbled on his notepad, watching the door. He had a deep feeling something was wrong. Sure people were held up in traffic, but Sydney always gave notice of her delays. Jack shifted in his chair, he knew Weiss, Marshall and Vaughn were studying him, but Jack was hopefully showing no emotion. He didn't want them to know he was worried, or they'd never let him live it down. Instead he watched the door, waiting for his daughter's to return.
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Vaughn couldn't stand it anymore Sydney was never this late for a meeting, and if she was she would of called, though he wasn't sure of Sierra, something told him she and Syd were almost identical in behavior. He had been watching Jack, they were twenty minutes late, and even though his facial features didn't say it, his body language surely gave it away. Jack was clearly concerned, as was everyone else it was unlike Sydney to be tardy.
Weiss to was growing nervous. Where was Sierra, where was Sydney, why were they late. Weiss turned to Marshall it was quite evident he to was nervous, everyone in the meeting was, in fact it just dawned on Weiss that no one, not even the director, had uttered a word. There was then a knock at the door, everyone turned expectantly hoping it was the Bristows, a rookie agent stuck her head in.
"Sorry to interrupt, but Agent Bristow you have a phone call, the man says it's an emergency." Jack's blood ran cold, as he nodded in understandment and picked up the phone on the center of the table.
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Sloane sat on the other end of the line, he had just told the receptionist that it was urgent to talk to Agent Bristow, he smiled, indeed it was an emergency.
"Agent Bristow." Jack answered.
"Jack long time no talk. My compliments on bringing down the Alliance, I knew I couldn't do it without you."
"What do you want Sloane."
"You know Jack you've been blessed with such timely daughters, most girls their age are still in that rebel stage, but not yours. I guess with being CIA agents and all it sure does change you."
"How'd you…"
"I have your daughter's Jack, and if you comply you'll be able to dance at their weddings."
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