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Here is the Part II
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Michael Vaughn stirred slowly, and then opened his eyes. It was still dark. He rolled over and looked at the clock. The red glowing numbers informed him it was a little after 3 in the morning. Vaughn rolled back over, his eyes roaming over his wife that lay beside him. The moonlight that crept through the curtains made her visible to see and he drank in her half naked appearance.
Moving closer to her, Vaughn brushed her hair away from her neck and plated a soft kiss in between her shoulder blades. Then he moved his arms around her, pulling her closer to him. When she didn't stir, which usually did, as this was how they started their early morning lovemaking, he lent up on his elbow.
"Lauren?" He whispered.
When there was no response, he tried a little louder.
"Lauren?"
A shear moment of panic arose in him. Vaughn sat up right and turned his wife over, gently shaking her.
"Lauren, wake up! Come sweetie open your eyes!"
"It's called a tranquillizer Agent Vaughn."
Vaughn's blood ran cold. He stopped his actions immediately. He knew that voice. It haunted his dreams.
Irina Derevko.
Vaughn let go of Lauren and turned his head, even with the dim lighting of the room, he could still see her deadly glare fixed on him.
Vaughn clenched the bed sheets, "What do you want?"
Preferably he would lunge at her and rip her heart out with his bare hands, but he wasn't stupid. He could see the metallic shine of the barrel of the Glock she held loosely in her right hand.
Irina rose from the seat she occupied and tucked the Glock into her shoulder holster. Vaughn considered lunging at her now, but a knife had replaced the gun. Vaughn presumed it had come from a sheath attached to her arm, hidden under her Jacket. He also presumed that there was also one on her other arm.
"Mr. Vaughn, I assume now that you are married," Irina pointed the knife at Lauren, "You understand the need to protect the one you love, to take care of them. If one was to threaten or put your love in danger, you would hunt that person down and well... there is no word for what you would do."
Vaughn clenched the bed sheets tighter. Irina was barely a step away, and the knife she held seemed to be grinning at him, knowing it was going to find a nice spot in his stomach and make itself at home.
Then it hit Vaughn. Not the knife but what Irina was talking about. Loved ones, threats... Jack. It all came back to Jack and their little conversation in the briefing room. Vaughn mentally smacked himself over the head.
Then he felt it and this time it was the knife. Irina held it firmly against his throat.
"Now Mr Vaughn, I'm going to take it into account that you just helped rescue my daughter and that through her eyes you are a very special man. But no one, threatens my husband." Irina spoke softly, while pushing the knife against his throat, making her point.
Irina watched him squirm his eyes wouldn't meet hers. She could almost taste the fear consuming him.
"This is your first and only warning Mr Vaughn; don't make me question my daughter's judgment." Irina hissed at him, then removed the knife from his throat and turned to leave. As soon as she turned her back, she heard him go for something in the bedside table. His gun.
Irina didn't hesitate, she pivoted and with the flick of her wrist the knife went sailing through the air. The knife embedded in the fine wood of the bedside table. Vaughn's hand caught in the middle.
Irina smirked, and then left.
Vaughn let out a strangled scream as he pulled the knife out of his hand. He let the knife fall to the floor and closed his eyes; he was alive because of Sydney, only Sydney.
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TBC
Here is the Part II
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Michael Vaughn stirred slowly, and then opened his eyes. It was still dark. He rolled over and looked at the clock. The red glowing numbers informed him it was a little after 3 in the morning. Vaughn rolled back over, his eyes roaming over his wife that lay beside him. The moonlight that crept through the curtains made her visible to see and he drank in her half naked appearance.
Moving closer to her, Vaughn brushed her hair away from her neck and plated a soft kiss in between her shoulder blades. Then he moved his arms around her, pulling her closer to him. When she didn't stir, which usually did, as this was how they started their early morning lovemaking, he lent up on his elbow.
"Lauren?" He whispered.
When there was no response, he tried a little louder.
"Lauren?"
A shear moment of panic arose in him. Vaughn sat up right and turned his wife over, gently shaking her.
"Lauren, wake up! Come sweetie open your eyes!"
"It's called a tranquillizer Agent Vaughn."
Vaughn's blood ran cold. He stopped his actions immediately. He knew that voice. It haunted his dreams.
Irina Derevko.
Vaughn let go of Lauren and turned his head, even with the dim lighting of the room, he could still see her deadly glare fixed on him.
Vaughn clenched the bed sheets, "What do you want?"
Preferably he would lunge at her and rip her heart out with his bare hands, but he wasn't stupid. He could see the metallic shine of the barrel of the Glock she held loosely in her right hand.
Irina rose from the seat she occupied and tucked the Glock into her shoulder holster. Vaughn considered lunging at her now, but a knife had replaced the gun. Vaughn presumed it had come from a sheath attached to her arm, hidden under her Jacket. He also presumed that there was also one on her other arm.
"Mr. Vaughn, I assume now that you are married," Irina pointed the knife at Lauren, "You understand the need to protect the one you love, to take care of them. If one was to threaten or put your love in danger, you would hunt that person down and well... there is no word for what you would do."
Vaughn clenched the bed sheets tighter. Irina was barely a step away, and the knife she held seemed to be grinning at him, knowing it was going to find a nice spot in his stomach and make itself at home.
Then it hit Vaughn. Not the knife but what Irina was talking about. Loved ones, threats... Jack. It all came back to Jack and their little conversation in the briefing room. Vaughn mentally smacked himself over the head.
Then he felt it and this time it was the knife. Irina held it firmly against his throat.
"Now Mr Vaughn, I'm going to take it into account that you just helped rescue my daughter and that through her eyes you are a very special man. But no one, threatens my husband." Irina spoke softly, while pushing the knife against his throat, making her point.
Irina watched him squirm his eyes wouldn't meet hers. She could almost taste the fear consuming him.
"This is your first and only warning Mr Vaughn; don't make me question my daughter's judgment." Irina hissed at him, then removed the knife from his throat and turned to leave. As soon as she turned her back, she heard him go for something in the bedside table. His gun.
Irina didn't hesitate, she pivoted and with the flick of her wrist the knife went sailing through the air. The knife embedded in the fine wood of the bedside table. Vaughn's hand caught in the middle.
Irina smirked, and then left.
Vaughn let out a strangled scream as he pulled the knife out of his hand. He let the knife fall to the floor and closed his eyes; he was alive because of Sydney, only Sydney.
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TBC