Sydney was so surprised by Vaughn's actions that she just stood there. Her
senses were completely overwhelmed. His hands were holding her so tight she
could barely breathe. His lips were soft but demanding. His body felt so
incredibly right next to hers. Her body was reacting in all the right ways,
as were her emotions. She wanted nothing more than to stay in his arms and
breathe in his essence. It was her head that allowed the harsh reality come
crashing down on her. It took her almost a minute to gather herself and
push him away.
"Sydney," Vaughn protested, still reeling from the kiss, and amazed at his own actions.
Instinctively there was only one thing she could do. She raised the gun she was holding and pointed it at him. His jaw dropped in horror.
"Vaughn, God damn it." She cried, her voice more shaky and vulnerable that she'd wished it to be.
"Sydney put the gun down. You're scared I know..."
"Step back." She said, her voice much more even and controlled. He obeyed reluctantly. "Turn around." Her voice was now completely devoid of emotion. He again obeyed. She stepped toward him and pushed the gun into his back, while her other hand grabbed his tie and began undoing it.
"Sydney, it doesn't have to be like this." Vaughn pleaded.
"Don't talk," She ordered. Once his tie was loose, she used it to bind his hands. When she was finished she gave him a shove and he fell directly onto the bed. With her gun still aimed, she grabbed her wig and replaced it on her head. It was awkward fitting her wig with one hand but she managed none the less. "Get up," She said when she had finished. Vaughn obeyed again. His eyes searing with pain. "Toward the bathroom." She motioned with her free hand. He'd given up trying to protest.
She unlocked the bathroom door and hurriedly pushed it open. Kovalev was sitting on the toilet smoking a cigarette.
"About time." He whined.
"Out," Sydney ordered. He obeyed quickly. Sydney then grabbed Vaughn's shoulder and pushed him into the bathroom. He turned to look at her as she closed the door. He stood tall, and just watched her with eyes full of pain and anger.
"You don't have to do this alone." He said softly as she closed the door. She locked it tightly, and then turned to Kovalev.
She shoved him harshly up against the wall.
"Savin, where does he base his operation?" Sydney said pushing her gun against his throat.
"Go to hell you whorish bitch." He said spitting at her. Within an instant she used elbow to hit him across the face.
"Tell me where, or so help me, you'll be leaving this hotel in pieces." She threatened quietly.
"You used to be Sydney Bristow, but somehow I think you already knew that." He laughed in her face.
Sydney's anger overcame her in that instant.
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A silenced gun shot and a flurry of cries and obscenities sounded clear though the door and Jack and Irina approached it. They exchanged a look of resolute confusion as Jack slipped the key card into the lock.
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Lauren reached the fourth floor in no time, taking stairs three at a time. She swung the door open and stepped into the hallway. The stairwell was at the end of the long hallway, and she began walking toward the center, watching as the room numbers descended in order. She glanced down the hallway and noticed two people standing outside a room. It didn't take but a moment to realize who the man was. She'd seen him at the CIA building, and been briefed on him for Covenant purposes. It was Sydney's father, Jack Bristow. And that wasn't a good thing.
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"Sydney," Vaughn protested, still reeling from the kiss, and amazed at his own actions.
Instinctively there was only one thing she could do. She raised the gun she was holding and pointed it at him. His jaw dropped in horror.
"Vaughn, God damn it." She cried, her voice more shaky and vulnerable that she'd wished it to be.
"Sydney put the gun down. You're scared I know..."
"Step back." She said, her voice much more even and controlled. He obeyed reluctantly. "Turn around." Her voice was now completely devoid of emotion. He again obeyed. She stepped toward him and pushed the gun into his back, while her other hand grabbed his tie and began undoing it.
"Sydney, it doesn't have to be like this." Vaughn pleaded.
"Don't talk," She ordered. Once his tie was loose, she used it to bind his hands. When she was finished she gave him a shove and he fell directly onto the bed. With her gun still aimed, she grabbed her wig and replaced it on her head. It was awkward fitting her wig with one hand but she managed none the less. "Get up," She said when she had finished. Vaughn obeyed again. His eyes searing with pain. "Toward the bathroom." She motioned with her free hand. He'd given up trying to protest.
She unlocked the bathroom door and hurriedly pushed it open. Kovalev was sitting on the toilet smoking a cigarette.
"About time." He whined.
"Out," Sydney ordered. He obeyed quickly. Sydney then grabbed Vaughn's shoulder and pushed him into the bathroom. He turned to look at her as she closed the door. He stood tall, and just watched her with eyes full of pain and anger.
"You don't have to do this alone." He said softly as she closed the door. She locked it tightly, and then turned to Kovalev.
She shoved him harshly up against the wall.
"Savin, where does he base his operation?" Sydney said pushing her gun against his throat.
"Go to hell you whorish bitch." He said spitting at her. Within an instant she used elbow to hit him across the face.
"Tell me where, or so help me, you'll be leaving this hotel in pieces." She threatened quietly.
"You used to be Sydney Bristow, but somehow I think you already knew that." He laughed in her face.
Sydney's anger overcame her in that instant.
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A silenced gun shot and a flurry of cries and obscenities sounded clear though the door and Jack and Irina approached it. They exchanged a look of resolute confusion as Jack slipped the key card into the lock.
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Lauren reached the fourth floor in no time, taking stairs three at a time. She swung the door open and stepped into the hallway. The stairwell was at the end of the long hallway, and she began walking toward the center, watching as the room numbers descended in order. She glanced down the hallway and noticed two people standing outside a room. It didn't take but a moment to realize who the man was. She'd seen him at the CIA building, and been briefed on him for Covenant purposes. It was Sydney's father, Jack Bristow. And that wasn't a good thing.
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