"Elena," Irina's voice came clearly through the phone.
"Yes, what is it?" Elena said sitting upright in bed.
"Katya's up to something." Irina whispered as she walked down the darkening street.
"Can this wait?" Elena said flipping on the light beside her bed.
"She knows more about our project than she's letting on. We must find out what her objectives are, and who she's working for." Irina said firmly.
"Alright, I'll do some digging." Elena said turning to look at her lover as he stirred beside her.
"Good, contact me the minute you know anything." Irina said hanging up the phone.
Elena switched off the light and wriggled back unto bed, her mind abuzz considering her two sisters.
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"I've got something for you."
"Good." Lauren said pausing for a moment at the stop sign.
"Our W. Tippin, is in fact William D. Tippin. He was an Analyst for the CIA for about a year, before disappearing."
"Disappearing? Dead? Or deep cover?" Lauren questioned pulling into her parking space.
"Neither, he was involved in a relationship with a Covenant operative. He also spent almost a month in the hospital over a year ago."
"A Covenant mission involving Tippin. Do you know anything about it?"
"It didn't involve Tippin directly."
"Who was the target then?" Lauren asked impatiently.
"Agent Sydney Bristow."
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"Jack," Dixon called from the entrance of his office. Jack turned quickly and began toward him.
"Dixon," He said, greeting his superior as they entered the office.
"I just received a tip." Dixon said, taking his seat behind the large mahogany desk.
"About Sydney?" Jack said, falsely surprised.
"No Irina Derevko." Dixon said, bracing for Jack reaction. "I just received word that she's in France. I want you to go in immediately." Dixon said handing Jack a folder across the desk.
"France?" Jack said opening the folder and studying it intently.
"Jack, this is personal. I'm giving you first shot here, but I must caution you. Irina is Sydney's mother, and however tempting it may be to...." Dixon started before being cut off.
"Dixon," Jack said firmly, before taking a pause. "Irina Derevko is Sydney's mother. If she happens to have any information pertaining our daughter I will acquire it and contact you. But it will not," He paused again for emphasis, "interfere with my objective. Bringing Irina Derevko back to the CIA is my primary goal, it will not be altered." Jack's poker face was solid, his lies pour out almost too easily.
"Good, that's exactly what I needed to hear. Good luck Jack."
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The sound of the phone ringing woke them up simultaneously. Sydney lifted her head from the safety of Vaughn's shoulder and looked around, gaining her bearings. "I got it." Vaughn said Reaching over her to where the phone sat on the bed side table behind her. Sydney let her head fall back to the pillow as Vaughn pulled the phone to his ear.
"Hello." He said sounding very much asleep. The voice that came through the phone was that of the owner. He was speaking fast in French and he was very worried.
"Where is he now?" Vaughn said, forgetting to speak in French. Before another beat passed he slammed the phone down and leaped up.
"Sark he's here." Vaughn said quickly. As if directly on cue there came a knock at the door.
Sydney's eyes lit up. She looked toward the door, and then back to Vaughn. He nodded, answering affirmatively that it was Sark was at the door. Vaughn reached for the gun he had in his coat as Sydney sprang into action. She went to the window and unlocked it, heaving it up.
Again as if perfectly timed, a pounding came at the door. But this time the door swung open revealing Sark in the entry way.
"Going somewhere?" He laughed as the couple stood frozen in their places.
"How did you find us here?" Vaughn said, holding his coat over his gun.
"Jack Bristow informed me your location." Sark said taking a step into the room.
"Don't come any closer." Sydney warned watching Sark like a hawk. "My father hasn't said anything to me."
"Well then you'll just have to trust me." Sark laughed as he began pulling out his cell phone.
"Like hell." Vaughn said dropping his coat and holding his gun at ready. "Put your hands against the wall." He instructed. Sark's smile faded quickly, but after a beat he turned and followed instructions. Vaughn looked to Sydney who was already moving toward Sark.
"I'm not armed." Sark assured them, as Sydney checked his pockets.
"Cell phone, car keys; that's it." She said taking both with her as she stepped back. "Lock him in the closet?" Sydney said with a little smile.
"Yes I think that would do nicely." Vaughn said still holding his gun trained on Sark's head.
"Wait." Sark said boldly turning toward them. "I have a message for you." He said looking to Sydney. "Your father is on his way here. Apparently the CIA caught wind of our little rendezvous her in Marseille."
Vaughn looked to Sydney, trying to discern if she was believing him.
"Since when do you and my father work together?" Sydney asked, her eyes blazing.
"Since the night we found you. Sydney, I have given you no reason not to trust me. Your father and I have worked out an agreement. I want the Covenant to go down, he desires to keep you safe. Our objectives are mutual." Sark tried desperately to reason with Sydney, though from the looks of the situation he was failing miserably.
"Here." She said handing Sark his phone. "Call my dad."
"Against my better judgment, I am going to advise you of the peril or doing this. The CIA somehow knows that your mother is in Marseille. We don't need to give them more ammunition to suspect that you or I are here." He said his eyes earnest.
"Keep the call under 22 seconds, it won't show up on the radar. It's that or we leave you in the closet." She threatened stepping toward him.
"Alright," He acquiesced as he began dialing. There was a short pause. "It's me." He said and waited a beat. "Someone here would like to verify my loyalties." He said, and after pausing handed Sydney the phone.
Sydney took the phone and listened. "It's me," Jack's voice came through. "You can trust him; for now. Find her and I'll find you." He said quickly before hanging up.
Sydney closed the phone and threw it back at Sark. "What is it we're supposed to do?" She asked, her expression somewhere in between skeptical, and pissed off.
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"Yes, what is it?" Elena said sitting upright in bed.
"Katya's up to something." Irina whispered as she walked down the darkening street.
"Can this wait?" Elena said flipping on the light beside her bed.
"She knows more about our project than she's letting on. We must find out what her objectives are, and who she's working for." Irina said firmly.
"Alright, I'll do some digging." Elena said turning to look at her lover as he stirred beside her.
"Good, contact me the minute you know anything." Irina said hanging up the phone.
Elena switched off the light and wriggled back unto bed, her mind abuzz considering her two sisters.
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"I've got something for you."
"Good." Lauren said pausing for a moment at the stop sign.
"Our W. Tippin, is in fact William D. Tippin. He was an Analyst for the CIA for about a year, before disappearing."
"Disappearing? Dead? Or deep cover?" Lauren questioned pulling into her parking space.
"Neither, he was involved in a relationship with a Covenant operative. He also spent almost a month in the hospital over a year ago."
"A Covenant mission involving Tippin. Do you know anything about it?"
"It didn't involve Tippin directly."
"Who was the target then?" Lauren asked impatiently.
"Agent Sydney Bristow."
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"Jack," Dixon called from the entrance of his office. Jack turned quickly and began toward him.
"Dixon," He said, greeting his superior as they entered the office.
"I just received a tip." Dixon said, taking his seat behind the large mahogany desk.
"About Sydney?" Jack said, falsely surprised.
"No Irina Derevko." Dixon said, bracing for Jack reaction. "I just received word that she's in France. I want you to go in immediately." Dixon said handing Jack a folder across the desk.
"France?" Jack said opening the folder and studying it intently.
"Jack, this is personal. I'm giving you first shot here, but I must caution you. Irina is Sydney's mother, and however tempting it may be to...." Dixon started before being cut off.
"Dixon," Jack said firmly, before taking a pause. "Irina Derevko is Sydney's mother. If she happens to have any information pertaining our daughter I will acquire it and contact you. But it will not," He paused again for emphasis, "interfere with my objective. Bringing Irina Derevko back to the CIA is my primary goal, it will not be altered." Jack's poker face was solid, his lies pour out almost too easily.
"Good, that's exactly what I needed to hear. Good luck Jack."
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The sound of the phone ringing woke them up simultaneously. Sydney lifted her head from the safety of Vaughn's shoulder and looked around, gaining her bearings. "I got it." Vaughn said Reaching over her to where the phone sat on the bed side table behind her. Sydney let her head fall back to the pillow as Vaughn pulled the phone to his ear.
"Hello." He said sounding very much asleep. The voice that came through the phone was that of the owner. He was speaking fast in French and he was very worried.
"Where is he now?" Vaughn said, forgetting to speak in French. Before another beat passed he slammed the phone down and leaped up.
"Sark he's here." Vaughn said quickly. As if directly on cue there came a knock at the door.
Sydney's eyes lit up. She looked toward the door, and then back to Vaughn. He nodded, answering affirmatively that it was Sark was at the door. Vaughn reached for the gun he had in his coat as Sydney sprang into action. She went to the window and unlocked it, heaving it up.
Again as if perfectly timed, a pounding came at the door. But this time the door swung open revealing Sark in the entry way.
"Going somewhere?" He laughed as the couple stood frozen in their places.
"How did you find us here?" Vaughn said, holding his coat over his gun.
"Jack Bristow informed me your location." Sark said taking a step into the room.
"Don't come any closer." Sydney warned watching Sark like a hawk. "My father hasn't said anything to me."
"Well then you'll just have to trust me." Sark laughed as he began pulling out his cell phone.
"Like hell." Vaughn said dropping his coat and holding his gun at ready. "Put your hands against the wall." He instructed. Sark's smile faded quickly, but after a beat he turned and followed instructions. Vaughn looked to Sydney who was already moving toward Sark.
"I'm not armed." Sark assured them, as Sydney checked his pockets.
"Cell phone, car keys; that's it." She said taking both with her as she stepped back. "Lock him in the closet?" Sydney said with a little smile.
"Yes I think that would do nicely." Vaughn said still holding his gun trained on Sark's head.
"Wait." Sark said boldly turning toward them. "I have a message for you." He said looking to Sydney. "Your father is on his way here. Apparently the CIA caught wind of our little rendezvous her in Marseille."
Vaughn looked to Sydney, trying to discern if she was believing him.
"Since when do you and my father work together?" Sydney asked, her eyes blazing.
"Since the night we found you. Sydney, I have given you no reason not to trust me. Your father and I have worked out an agreement. I want the Covenant to go down, he desires to keep you safe. Our objectives are mutual." Sark tried desperately to reason with Sydney, though from the looks of the situation he was failing miserably.
"Here." She said handing Sark his phone. "Call my dad."
"Against my better judgment, I am going to advise you of the peril or doing this. The CIA somehow knows that your mother is in Marseille. We don't need to give them more ammunition to suspect that you or I are here." He said his eyes earnest.
"Keep the call under 22 seconds, it won't show up on the radar. It's that or we leave you in the closet." She threatened stepping toward him.
"Alright," He acquiesced as he began dialing. There was a short pause. "It's me." He said and waited a beat. "Someone here would like to verify my loyalties." He said, and after pausing handed Sydney the phone.
Sydney took the phone and listened. "It's me," Jack's voice came through. "You can trust him; for now. Find her and I'll find you." He said quickly before hanging up.
Sydney closed the phone and threw it back at Sark. "What is it we're supposed to do?" She asked, her expression somewhere in between skeptical, and pissed off.
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