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Chapter Twenty One
"Okay," Irina faced Kendall, knowing he expected her to look his way as he was apparently in charge, or at least as in charge as one could get standing beside Jack, "To explain. Three years ago, I was working closely with Sark on gathering material that I could use to blackmail people, not just the good guys, but also the bad guys. You know this. When I first assigned Sark to watch over Sydney while I was here, in prison, we made several back up plans, escapes for me if anything went wrong, ways of cheating the CIA out of things in return for others, a hundred and one different ways to turn the tables so that I had control."
Jack grinned, not really that shocked at how much everything had been set up perfectly, not for the CIA but for Irina, she truly could have fled at any time. Seeing him and sending a quick smirk, she continued, "We hacked into the security camera feeds and I suspect I was being watched most of the time by my own team and Sark communicated with me a few times via Morse code."
"How?" Kendall asked, shocked and not following.
Jack answered for her, having done it a few times before himself. "Most cameras, including our own, have a red on/off button on them, visible to people in front of the camera."
She nodded, smiling again, not really that worried about them getting mad. "Usually it was just simple messages, assuring me that everything was going to plan, but it was necessary, if we were to keep a close eye on the CIA and make sure everything was going neatly. When I left, with Jack, who, quite uncharacteristically broke me out, I had Sark meet us in Malaysia. Of course Jack had no idea until Sark arrived at which stage everything got a little bit hectic. From there we rescued Sydney and Vaughn and came back home, that part of the story you know mostly."
Sydney rose an eyebrow as her mother left out the details of her own wounds but didn't speak instead listening and watching Sark out of the corner of her eye who continued to leer at the ten people lined up who scowled back as he took his beard off. "Sark left us at the airport, he escaped and now he's back. No one but I and he knew he would return." She lied quickly, the tightness of her voice now obvious to Jack who continued to watch Kendall for his reactions, "And now that he has, I am hoping that you'll let him leave."
"Right," Kendall spoke, voice almost as arrogant as Sark's but not quite, "I'm going to have to say no to that and put him under arrest, but not before you tell me who these people are."
She nodded, ignoring his refusal causing Jack to think she still had an ace up her sleeve, "One of our backup plans involved forty seven of the worlds most wanted bad guys, we could have gotten more, but then we wouldn't have had our favourite number. You see before you ten of them today."
"Hang on," Vaughn stopped the conversation, his brow low and creases crossing his forehead, "You're saying that these are people we're going to want to throw in prison?" He glanced at them, his doubt growing as he saw none of them were being held and could easily run, not to mention that they looked relatively harmless.
"Yes," Sark said, glad for the chance to speak to Vaughn with such malice, "They are."
Irina glared at him, knowing that Sark had no idea what had crossed between the two agents out in the car park but reveling in the look of disbelief that crossed his face as Vaughn slipped his hand into Sydney's. "May I introduce Mr Christopher Person, head of the African drug smuggling ring, Mr Craig Doolard, right hand man of Mr Patrick Poler," she pointed the three out, "Together they make up the top three drug smugglers in Africa, but you already knew that.
Kendall continued to look speechless as she worked from left to right, still with seven people left. "Mr and Mrs Connolli, Russian Mafia, David Bullock, defected from the CIA last year and took over what was left of the Boston inner crime circuit, Shannon Nush, you might not know him but he has been gathering money and was just about ready to take a shot at the big league. The other three worked on Alliance security, I suppose you might find a use for them. And that is simply our," she motioned to Sark, "Way of proving we aren't here to help them but to help you."
"How exactly did you get them here?" Jack asked, taking his chance while Kendall tried to make sense of the situation.
"Simple," Irina wanted to add 'honey' and almost did but for Kendall's eyes on them. "Between Sark and I, we have enough information on each to have half the crime world after them. They each agreed, I suspect, to turn themselves into the CIA rather than face the less fair half of society." Her words were delicately put but made it plain to see that the ten captives had two choices; CIA or death in the most terrible way. Of course, each had been intelligent enough to choose the CIA.
Kendall, having finally caught up soon had his cell phone out but asked before dialing, "You sure they're all who you're telling me they are?"
Sark nodded, answering for both of them, "Yes, Agent Kendall, we are serious, test them however you want, they are who we say." He cocked his head, grinning at Irina, prepared, now that his task was complete, to have some fun and while Kendall dialed his chosen number, Sark's cocky British accent filled the room, "You know Irina, we could of course just leave."
She would have answered but Kendall glared at them and she paused to listen to his words, "I need a squad sent up here, I have eleven persons needing to be escorted to separate cells for questioning and Miss Derevko to be returned to her own cell."
Sark smirked, "He wants to arrest me?" he drawled the last work, making it sound as though Kendall had just proposed they go and arrest the queen on account of drunk driving and grinned like a maniac. Irina had to smile back, knowing there was very little chance of Sark staying with them much longer. "Are you sure you want to stay here?"
She nodded, "I have a few loose ends to tie up before I retire," she smirked at him before turning to Jack.
Sark nodded, putting his briefcase down and letting his eyes slide around the room, "I'll be off then."
Kendall shut his phone and glared at him, instantly he pulled his gun, watching as Jack did the same though not noticing that the safety was still on and his hands lax, "I don't think so Mr Sark, you will be staying here at least until we have a first name."
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Chapter Twenty One
"Okay," Irina faced Kendall, knowing he expected her to look his way as he was apparently in charge, or at least as in charge as one could get standing beside Jack, "To explain. Three years ago, I was working closely with Sark on gathering material that I could use to blackmail people, not just the good guys, but also the bad guys. You know this. When I first assigned Sark to watch over Sydney while I was here, in prison, we made several back up plans, escapes for me if anything went wrong, ways of cheating the CIA out of things in return for others, a hundred and one different ways to turn the tables so that I had control."
Jack grinned, not really that shocked at how much everything had been set up perfectly, not for the CIA but for Irina, she truly could have fled at any time. Seeing him and sending a quick smirk, she continued, "We hacked into the security camera feeds and I suspect I was being watched most of the time by my own team and Sark communicated with me a few times via Morse code."
"How?" Kendall asked, shocked and not following.
Jack answered for her, having done it a few times before himself. "Most cameras, including our own, have a red on/off button on them, visible to people in front of the camera."
She nodded, smiling again, not really that worried about them getting mad. "Usually it was just simple messages, assuring me that everything was going to plan, but it was necessary, if we were to keep a close eye on the CIA and make sure everything was going neatly. When I left, with Jack, who, quite uncharacteristically broke me out, I had Sark meet us in Malaysia. Of course Jack had no idea until Sark arrived at which stage everything got a little bit hectic. From there we rescued Sydney and Vaughn and came back home, that part of the story you know mostly."
Sydney rose an eyebrow as her mother left out the details of her own wounds but didn't speak instead listening and watching Sark out of the corner of her eye who continued to leer at the ten people lined up who scowled back as he took his beard off. "Sark left us at the airport, he escaped and now he's back. No one but I and he knew he would return." She lied quickly, the tightness of her voice now obvious to Jack who continued to watch Kendall for his reactions, "And now that he has, I am hoping that you'll let him leave."
"Right," Kendall spoke, voice almost as arrogant as Sark's but not quite, "I'm going to have to say no to that and put him under arrest, but not before you tell me who these people are."
She nodded, ignoring his refusal causing Jack to think she still had an ace up her sleeve, "One of our backup plans involved forty seven of the worlds most wanted bad guys, we could have gotten more, but then we wouldn't have had our favourite number. You see before you ten of them today."
"Hang on," Vaughn stopped the conversation, his brow low and creases crossing his forehead, "You're saying that these are people we're going to want to throw in prison?" He glanced at them, his doubt growing as he saw none of them were being held and could easily run, not to mention that they looked relatively harmless.
"Yes," Sark said, glad for the chance to speak to Vaughn with such malice, "They are."
Irina glared at him, knowing that Sark had no idea what had crossed between the two agents out in the car park but reveling in the look of disbelief that crossed his face as Vaughn slipped his hand into Sydney's. "May I introduce Mr Christopher Person, head of the African drug smuggling ring, Mr Craig Doolard, right hand man of Mr Patrick Poler," she pointed the three out, "Together they make up the top three drug smugglers in Africa, but you already knew that.
Kendall continued to look speechless as she worked from left to right, still with seven people left. "Mr and Mrs Connolli, Russian Mafia, David Bullock, defected from the CIA last year and took over what was left of the Boston inner crime circuit, Shannon Nush, you might not know him but he has been gathering money and was just about ready to take a shot at the big league. The other three worked on Alliance security, I suppose you might find a use for them. And that is simply our," she motioned to Sark, "Way of proving we aren't here to help them but to help you."
"How exactly did you get them here?" Jack asked, taking his chance while Kendall tried to make sense of the situation.
"Simple," Irina wanted to add 'honey' and almost did but for Kendall's eyes on them. "Between Sark and I, we have enough information on each to have half the crime world after them. They each agreed, I suspect, to turn themselves into the CIA rather than face the less fair half of society." Her words were delicately put but made it plain to see that the ten captives had two choices; CIA or death in the most terrible way. Of course, each had been intelligent enough to choose the CIA.
Kendall, having finally caught up soon had his cell phone out but asked before dialing, "You sure they're all who you're telling me they are?"
Sark nodded, answering for both of them, "Yes, Agent Kendall, we are serious, test them however you want, they are who we say." He cocked his head, grinning at Irina, prepared, now that his task was complete, to have some fun and while Kendall dialed his chosen number, Sark's cocky British accent filled the room, "You know Irina, we could of course just leave."
She would have answered but Kendall glared at them and she paused to listen to his words, "I need a squad sent up here, I have eleven persons needing to be escorted to separate cells for questioning and Miss Derevko to be returned to her own cell."
Sark smirked, "He wants to arrest me?" he drawled the last work, making it sound as though Kendall had just proposed they go and arrest the queen on account of drunk driving and grinned like a maniac. Irina had to smile back, knowing there was very little chance of Sark staying with them much longer. "Are you sure you want to stay here?"
She nodded, "I have a few loose ends to tie up before I retire," she smirked at him before turning to Jack.
Sark nodded, putting his briefcase down and letting his eyes slide around the room, "I'll be off then."
Kendall shut his phone and glared at him, instantly he pulled his gun, watching as Jack did the same though not noticing that the safety was still on and his hands lax, "I don't think so Mr Sark, you will be staying here at least until we have a first name."
Hey guys, well what did you think? I really want your opinions cause this is very close to a close.