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posting patterns and shorter chapters, though this is pretty good in length
considering. So yes, it might be a little confusing, sorry, but review
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Chapter Twenty
"Mr Kendall," it was obvious to everyone present bar Kendall that there was a new kick in Irina's voice but still the smug grins went unnoticed. "I believe you might want to have someone waiting out the front for the arrival of Mr Sark."
"Mr Sark?" Kendall spluttered, looking about the room in search and found little from anyone, Jack stepping in to offer what he could.
"Yes, he wouldn't tell us much but he led us to believe that he would be walking in here around about now." Kendall stared at him, his eyes obviously portraying his disbelief and incredulity, not to mention the undeniable question of why they'd been in contact with Mr Sark. Jack continued, answering as briefly as he could, "Mr Sark accompanied us on the mission and then escaped. Only after promising to come back to the CIA, I assure you."
"He will be here," Irina told him, looking pointedly at the clock on the wall.
Kendall shot a glare at her, "How can you be so sure."
She raised an eyebrow smirk taking over her features, "I don't think that you should worry about that, instead I think it might be in your best interests to get some agents into the front foyer. He's going to come in but I have no doubt he's going to try to escape."
Kendall's eyes narrowed, "I think we can handle him." Despite his assurance he was out the door, motioning for them to follow. They did in single file, Jack in the lead, Irina behind followed by Sydney and Vaughn bringing up the rear. The marched straight out into the large open foyer and looked around, each taking in the people that clustered here and there, the secretaries sitting behind their desks and the people walking in and out of doors and white washed corridors.
Looking around, Kendall, hands on his hips caw nothing out of the ordinary and picked up a phone from the nearest reception desk, putting it to his ear he leaned over and keyed in the number. Moments later he was ordering men out and less than a minute later men began pouring from a door and started standing around, ready to draw their carefully hidden guns.
It was around that time that Jack found an insistent hand land on his arm and grinned as he looked to Irina who had an identical smirk on her face and was motioning with her eyes to where several people sat along a row of chairs. He stared for a minute, looking over them and counting them up, eleven in total. He looked to Irina, trying to find an explanation and she reveled in having an excuse to lean in and rise onto her toes to his ear, "Third from the left."
His brow creased as he found the young man she mentioned and looked at him, thinking hard, he definitely seemed familiar and it was a few seconds later that he realized it was a red haired, red bearded, briefcase carrying Sark. His jaw dropped, that was one very good disguise. At finding himself being stared at, Sark winked before turning back to his newspaper.
Irina continued to whisper into Jack's ear, knowing that her breath had to be having some effect on him but trying not to think about it. "We should tell Kendall or we'll be here for ever."
Jack nodded briskly and, keeping an eye on Sark, he walked over to Kendall. Hesitating a moment, he waited until Sark nodded, signaling that this was his plan before tapping Kendall on the shoulder and telling him, "Sir, he's over there." He pointed Sark out, saying, "The one with the red hair and the newspaper."
Sark made a show of pretending not to notice while Kendall just stared, "Are you sure?" he asked incredulously.
Jack nodded as Sydney and Vaughn met him and it was then that Sark stood, walking over to the pair and grinned, "Afternoon Jack." Jack could barely suppress the smirk, trying to turn it into a glare so as not to anger Kendall who stared at the imposter. "Mr Kendall." He grinned, "Would you mind if we go into a private room. I have something to give you."
Kendall looked surprised, shocked, angry and unsure before nodding and turning, motioning for two of his guards to stand beside the red head. They did so and Kendall led them into the conference they'd all just been into. Turning he went to shut the door but Sark stopped him, raising a hand and saying, "Are you going to lock your gift outside?"
The statement caused Kendall to pause long enough to allow ten people to wander into the room, each looking stiff and angry. Kendall's eyes widened in question while Irina and Jack looked at each other before their faces split and deep chuckles escaped as they tried to suppress the laughter.
Well? Tell me what you think.
Chapter Twenty
"Mr Kendall," it was obvious to everyone present bar Kendall that there was a new kick in Irina's voice but still the smug grins went unnoticed. "I believe you might want to have someone waiting out the front for the arrival of Mr Sark."
"Mr Sark?" Kendall spluttered, looking about the room in search and found little from anyone, Jack stepping in to offer what he could.
"Yes, he wouldn't tell us much but he led us to believe that he would be walking in here around about now." Kendall stared at him, his eyes obviously portraying his disbelief and incredulity, not to mention the undeniable question of why they'd been in contact with Mr Sark. Jack continued, answering as briefly as he could, "Mr Sark accompanied us on the mission and then escaped. Only after promising to come back to the CIA, I assure you."
"He will be here," Irina told him, looking pointedly at the clock on the wall.
Kendall shot a glare at her, "How can you be so sure."
She raised an eyebrow smirk taking over her features, "I don't think that you should worry about that, instead I think it might be in your best interests to get some agents into the front foyer. He's going to come in but I have no doubt he's going to try to escape."
Kendall's eyes narrowed, "I think we can handle him." Despite his assurance he was out the door, motioning for them to follow. They did in single file, Jack in the lead, Irina behind followed by Sydney and Vaughn bringing up the rear. The marched straight out into the large open foyer and looked around, each taking in the people that clustered here and there, the secretaries sitting behind their desks and the people walking in and out of doors and white washed corridors.
Looking around, Kendall, hands on his hips caw nothing out of the ordinary and picked up a phone from the nearest reception desk, putting it to his ear he leaned over and keyed in the number. Moments later he was ordering men out and less than a minute later men began pouring from a door and started standing around, ready to draw their carefully hidden guns.
It was around that time that Jack found an insistent hand land on his arm and grinned as he looked to Irina who had an identical smirk on her face and was motioning with her eyes to where several people sat along a row of chairs. He stared for a minute, looking over them and counting them up, eleven in total. He looked to Irina, trying to find an explanation and she reveled in having an excuse to lean in and rise onto her toes to his ear, "Third from the left."
His brow creased as he found the young man she mentioned and looked at him, thinking hard, he definitely seemed familiar and it was a few seconds later that he realized it was a red haired, red bearded, briefcase carrying Sark. His jaw dropped, that was one very good disguise. At finding himself being stared at, Sark winked before turning back to his newspaper.
Irina continued to whisper into Jack's ear, knowing that her breath had to be having some effect on him but trying not to think about it. "We should tell Kendall or we'll be here for ever."
Jack nodded briskly and, keeping an eye on Sark, he walked over to Kendall. Hesitating a moment, he waited until Sark nodded, signaling that this was his plan before tapping Kendall on the shoulder and telling him, "Sir, he's over there." He pointed Sark out, saying, "The one with the red hair and the newspaper."
Sark made a show of pretending not to notice while Kendall just stared, "Are you sure?" he asked incredulously.
Jack nodded as Sydney and Vaughn met him and it was then that Sark stood, walking over to the pair and grinned, "Afternoon Jack." Jack could barely suppress the smirk, trying to turn it into a glare so as not to anger Kendall who stared at the imposter. "Mr Kendall." He grinned, "Would you mind if we go into a private room. I have something to give you."
Kendall looked surprised, shocked, angry and unsure before nodding and turning, motioning for two of his guards to stand beside the red head. They did so and Kendall led them into the conference they'd all just been into. Turning he went to shut the door but Sark stopped him, raising a hand and saying, "Are you going to lock your gift outside?"
The statement caused Kendall to pause long enough to allow ten people to wander into the room, each looking stiff and angry. Kendall's eyes widened in question while Irina and Jack looked at each other before their faces split and deep chuckles escaped as they tried to suppress the laughter.
Well? Tell me what you think.