After Lauren called out "housekeeping," She knew she'd made a big mistake.
There was no reply. As the door sung open slowly she realized that the only
person in the room was Kovalev. He was unconscious on the floor, and
bleeding profusely from his leg. Closing the door behind her, Lauren
quickly inspected the room. The bathroom was clear, as was under the bed.
The only thing that seemed off in the room, was the open window and missing
screen. Lauren debated whether it made more sense that Jack and his
accomplice had jumped out the window, or if she had mistakenly taken her
eye off the door, and let them slip by. The later seemed much more likely,
and Lauren moaned in frustration.
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The three exited the elevator and walked in to the lobby nonchalantly. They paused their conversation as they walked toward the parking garage.
"My car is parked down the street." Vaughn said hesitantly, as they passed through the door connecting the lobby and the garage.
"We'll take you to it." Irina said softly.
The three walked toward Jack's black sedan which was situated near the door. Jack opened the door for Irina and she gracefully got inside. He closed the door behind her and looked up at Vaughn.
"It may be none of my business. But you and Sydney; what is it you expect out of all this?" Jack said just loud enough, preventing Irina from hearing.
"Jack, I have always loved Sydney." Vaughn said rather loudly before opening the back door. "And I know that she still loves me." He added before getting in.
Jack rounded the back of the car and slid into the front seat. He said nothing but started the car and began driving out of the parking lot.
"The team will alert us when Sydney approaches the Lexington. I believe that the best course of action is to be inside waiting for her." Irina said, breaking the awkward silence.
"I agree." Jack said curtly.
"My car is just over there," Vaughn said pointing to his BMW.
Jack slowed the car to a stop and pulled into an empty space.
"I am going to pick up a few supplies first. Do you need a weapon?" Jack said not looking back at Vaughn.
"I don't know, do I Jack?" Vaughn responded, sounding more harsh than he'd intended.
"I'll call you with our position, once we're inside the building. I assume you'll be able to find us from there." Jack said hitting the unlock button to allow Vaughn to leave.
"Okay." Vaughn said hesitantly before he stepped from the car. Not a moment later Vaughn stood on the curb and watched as Jack Bristow and Irina Derevko drove away.
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Using the hotel's hairdryer she quickly styled her wig. She'd cut it in a few places to create layers and was down sweeping some of the now straight black hair behind her head. Her blonde hair now totally concealed she looked herself over. The Clerk had done well with the sizes of the black leggings and sweat shirt. She looked extremely pale in her mostly black outfit, but she looked pretty good for a Convenience store alias. She packed the remainder of her purchases in a plastic bag and tied the ends together. Tossing it in the trash she hit the lights in the bathroom, and strolled out the door.
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A quick bullet to the head took care of Kovalev, and Lauren quickly changed back into her cute cocktail dress and shoes. Strolling out of the elevator into the lobby she tried to look more confident than she felt. She was over an hour late for her dinner with Michael. She'd failed to take care of Kovalev before he'd spoken with Jack Bristow, and now she had absolutely no idea what information Kovalev had told them. Worst of all, the GPS monitor was showing that Michael had just left the restaurant, and now she wasn't even going to get dinner. She walked out the front doors of the hotel, lost in her thoughts. She was suddenly interrupted by the ringing of her cell phone.
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Vaughn drove madly thought the streets. He needed to get home, change, and get downtown. He didn't want to be late. His adrenaline was pumping wildly, and the throbbing in the back of his neck had increased tremendously since he'd woken up from Sydney's blow. He still hadn't put together why she'd hit him. That part didn't make much sense. In reality none of it made sense.
So much of Vaughn's mind was telling him that it was all a dream. That Sydney was dead, that he was hallucinating, and that he was still stuck in that dark in-between-place of mourning. His thoughts of Sydney distracted him from driving, almost dangerously. She looked different. She looked so very sad. But seeing her in front of him had changed him instantly. He could suddenly breathe. Holding her in his arms had made him come alive again. The thought of losing her again was unacceptable.
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p.s Thanks to everyone who reads and reviews. Your support for this fic is what keeps me writing. Keep reading it only gets better, and the more reviews I get the faster I write! Much love -- Kat
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The three exited the elevator and walked in to the lobby nonchalantly. They paused their conversation as they walked toward the parking garage.
"My car is parked down the street." Vaughn said hesitantly, as they passed through the door connecting the lobby and the garage.
"We'll take you to it." Irina said softly.
The three walked toward Jack's black sedan which was situated near the door. Jack opened the door for Irina and she gracefully got inside. He closed the door behind her and looked up at Vaughn.
"It may be none of my business. But you and Sydney; what is it you expect out of all this?" Jack said just loud enough, preventing Irina from hearing.
"Jack, I have always loved Sydney." Vaughn said rather loudly before opening the back door. "And I know that she still loves me." He added before getting in.
Jack rounded the back of the car and slid into the front seat. He said nothing but started the car and began driving out of the parking lot.
"The team will alert us when Sydney approaches the Lexington. I believe that the best course of action is to be inside waiting for her." Irina said, breaking the awkward silence.
"I agree." Jack said curtly.
"My car is just over there," Vaughn said pointing to his BMW.
Jack slowed the car to a stop and pulled into an empty space.
"I am going to pick up a few supplies first. Do you need a weapon?" Jack said not looking back at Vaughn.
"I don't know, do I Jack?" Vaughn responded, sounding more harsh than he'd intended.
"I'll call you with our position, once we're inside the building. I assume you'll be able to find us from there." Jack said hitting the unlock button to allow Vaughn to leave.
"Okay." Vaughn said hesitantly before he stepped from the car. Not a moment later Vaughn stood on the curb and watched as Jack Bristow and Irina Derevko drove away.
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Using the hotel's hairdryer she quickly styled her wig. She'd cut it in a few places to create layers and was down sweeping some of the now straight black hair behind her head. Her blonde hair now totally concealed she looked herself over. The Clerk had done well with the sizes of the black leggings and sweat shirt. She looked extremely pale in her mostly black outfit, but she looked pretty good for a Convenience store alias. She packed the remainder of her purchases in a plastic bag and tied the ends together. Tossing it in the trash she hit the lights in the bathroom, and strolled out the door.
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A quick bullet to the head took care of Kovalev, and Lauren quickly changed back into her cute cocktail dress and shoes. Strolling out of the elevator into the lobby she tried to look more confident than she felt. She was over an hour late for her dinner with Michael. She'd failed to take care of Kovalev before he'd spoken with Jack Bristow, and now she had absolutely no idea what information Kovalev had told them. Worst of all, the GPS monitor was showing that Michael had just left the restaurant, and now she wasn't even going to get dinner. She walked out the front doors of the hotel, lost in her thoughts. She was suddenly interrupted by the ringing of her cell phone.
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Vaughn drove madly thought the streets. He needed to get home, change, and get downtown. He didn't want to be late. His adrenaline was pumping wildly, and the throbbing in the back of his neck had increased tremendously since he'd woken up from Sydney's blow. He still hadn't put together why she'd hit him. That part didn't make much sense. In reality none of it made sense.
So much of Vaughn's mind was telling him that it was all a dream. That Sydney was dead, that he was hallucinating, and that he was still stuck in that dark in-between-place of mourning. His thoughts of Sydney distracted him from driving, almost dangerously. She looked different. She looked so very sad. But seeing her in front of him had changed him instantly. He could suddenly breathe. Holding her in his arms had made him come alive again. The thought of losing her again was unacceptable.
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p.s Thanks to everyone who reads and reviews. Your support for this fic is what keeps me writing. Keep reading it only gets better, and the more reviews I get the faster I write! Much love -- Kat