Chapter Twenty Four
"The cameras?" Jack asked innocently, his eyes, quite by themselves, sweeping around the room landing on Irina for a few seconds longer than they really needed to. "What cameras?"
The same man, "There," he pointed up to where two cameras watched them, or at least should have been watching them. "They went off the moment you let the room. She was trying to escape." He pointed a finger at Irina, his brow creasing low as he tried to work out what was going on.
"Well obviously I didn't get very far," Irina told him.
Carefully and oozing superiority, Jack climbed onto the table Irina had doubtlessly used to look at the camera. Seeing that the wires were not broken and simply one a little loose, he carefully adjusted them, tapping the camera for effect before climbing down. "There's nothing wrong with them. It must be a problem with the feed, she obviously hasn't cut the wires."
"You're sure?" he asked, gun slightly lowered.
"Yes I'm sure, now take your men and fix the problem because it most certainly isn't here."
Pulling himself up straight the man in charge was tempted to salute but resisted, instead he flicked a finger out to his men and turned on his heal, his mindless zombies stalking out behind him, the last shutting the door with a resounding bang. "Well, you certainly taught them a lesson," Irina stated, pointing out the obvious.
"I did didn't I?" Jack turned to her and, seeing her approaching had to hold his hands up to stop her from doing anything...rash. "The escort guards will be here any second now and we wouldn't want to scare them now would we?"
He gripped her wrists out in front of him, stopping her from letting them wander any where else. This of course only served to challenge her and if anyone thought she was someone who turned their back on challenges they were truly mistaken and she demonstrated this fact by leaning forward quickly and kissing him hard on the mouth, forcing his lips open with her own and blissfully letting her tongue duel with his.
He pushed her back, growling playfully as he whispered her name, "Irina, don't tempt me."
She grinned; loving the effect she was having on him and would have gone on had she not felt heavy footsteps outside the door, coming along the hall probably for them. Pulling away, he let her go, smirking until the door handle turned and at least eight men entered, staring not a Jack but at the ravishing beauty that was by then infamous within the walls of the CIA. Walking forward, the eldest said, without letting his eyes leave her, "We're here to escort you to the cell sir."
Jack just smiled, not upset or jealous but more proud of Irina's captivating qualities, "Good, let's go."
To men walked forward with enough chains to enslave a dozen men, Jack raised a hand and they halted, "Don't bother, it's not a far walk, she won't move an inch." Jack turned to one of the younger guards and held a hand out, asking for his gun. The young man quickly complied before stepping back to watch a legend in action as Jack Bristow glared ahead at his ex-wife and motioned her out. Looking at the back of her head, he struggled not to smile, "Don't try anything."
It wouldn't have really surprised him to know that she could have very easily gotten out of the situation. The guards were sauntering ahead and along side her and all she had to do was place a well-aimed kick at him and she'd have both a gun and an exit path, but the idea wasn't on his mind, instead he took his vantage point as a blessing and concentrated on making a study out of the way she walked, long strides, arms swinging at her sides and her head held high. He grinned, his own head down to hide the look of affection that passed over him.
Turning left and then right they continued their walk until they found themselves in the familiar brown walled halls of what led to Irina's cage. Increasing his pace, Jack caught up with the guards who stopped at his word and waited for him to tell them what to do. "You can leave now," he pointed out as he took the key from the lead guards hand.
"Don't you want someone to lock you in?" one of them asked, as though this was obvious and indeed it was.
"No," Jack said, voice calm and cold as he glared in the direction of the man who dared question him and was immediately met with a pair of scared green eyes. "I'll be fine." They nodded, half of them swallowing their fear as they turned and scampered away.
Irina leaned against the glass wall as he unlocked the door, "You really trust me don't you?"
He looked up momentarily as he waited for the electric lock to click open. "Yeah, I do."
"How come?" she asked, slipping past him into the room to sit on the bed, hands by her sides as she looked up at the camera.
"Because if I didn't, there wouldn't be much else left to live for." He looked up and, seeing the amazed look continued, "You've had enough time to escape."
She cut him off, "But what about my ulterior motive?"
He smirked, "Oh," he responded offhandedly, "Well, I've worked out what it is so I figure it doesn't pose much of a threat."
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"The cameras?" Jack asked innocently, his eyes, quite by themselves, sweeping around the room landing on Irina for a few seconds longer than they really needed to. "What cameras?"
The same man, "There," he pointed up to where two cameras watched them, or at least should have been watching them. "They went off the moment you let the room. She was trying to escape." He pointed a finger at Irina, his brow creasing low as he tried to work out what was going on.
"Well obviously I didn't get very far," Irina told him.
Carefully and oozing superiority, Jack climbed onto the table Irina had doubtlessly used to look at the camera. Seeing that the wires were not broken and simply one a little loose, he carefully adjusted them, tapping the camera for effect before climbing down. "There's nothing wrong with them. It must be a problem with the feed, she obviously hasn't cut the wires."
"You're sure?" he asked, gun slightly lowered.
"Yes I'm sure, now take your men and fix the problem because it most certainly isn't here."
Pulling himself up straight the man in charge was tempted to salute but resisted, instead he flicked a finger out to his men and turned on his heal, his mindless zombies stalking out behind him, the last shutting the door with a resounding bang. "Well, you certainly taught them a lesson," Irina stated, pointing out the obvious.
"I did didn't I?" Jack turned to her and, seeing her approaching had to hold his hands up to stop her from doing anything...rash. "The escort guards will be here any second now and we wouldn't want to scare them now would we?"
He gripped her wrists out in front of him, stopping her from letting them wander any where else. This of course only served to challenge her and if anyone thought she was someone who turned their back on challenges they were truly mistaken and she demonstrated this fact by leaning forward quickly and kissing him hard on the mouth, forcing his lips open with her own and blissfully letting her tongue duel with his.
He pushed her back, growling playfully as he whispered her name, "Irina, don't tempt me."
She grinned; loving the effect she was having on him and would have gone on had she not felt heavy footsteps outside the door, coming along the hall probably for them. Pulling away, he let her go, smirking until the door handle turned and at least eight men entered, staring not a Jack but at the ravishing beauty that was by then infamous within the walls of the CIA. Walking forward, the eldest said, without letting his eyes leave her, "We're here to escort you to the cell sir."
Jack just smiled, not upset or jealous but more proud of Irina's captivating qualities, "Good, let's go."
To men walked forward with enough chains to enslave a dozen men, Jack raised a hand and they halted, "Don't bother, it's not a far walk, she won't move an inch." Jack turned to one of the younger guards and held a hand out, asking for his gun. The young man quickly complied before stepping back to watch a legend in action as Jack Bristow glared ahead at his ex-wife and motioned her out. Looking at the back of her head, he struggled not to smile, "Don't try anything."
It wouldn't have really surprised him to know that she could have very easily gotten out of the situation. The guards were sauntering ahead and along side her and all she had to do was place a well-aimed kick at him and she'd have both a gun and an exit path, but the idea wasn't on his mind, instead he took his vantage point as a blessing and concentrated on making a study out of the way she walked, long strides, arms swinging at her sides and her head held high. He grinned, his own head down to hide the look of affection that passed over him.
Turning left and then right they continued their walk until they found themselves in the familiar brown walled halls of what led to Irina's cage. Increasing his pace, Jack caught up with the guards who stopped at his word and waited for him to tell them what to do. "You can leave now," he pointed out as he took the key from the lead guards hand.
"Don't you want someone to lock you in?" one of them asked, as though this was obvious and indeed it was.
"No," Jack said, voice calm and cold as he glared in the direction of the man who dared question him and was immediately met with a pair of scared green eyes. "I'll be fine." They nodded, half of them swallowing their fear as they turned and scampered away.
Irina leaned against the glass wall as he unlocked the door, "You really trust me don't you?"
He looked up momentarily as he waited for the electric lock to click open. "Yeah, I do."
"How come?" she asked, slipping past him into the room to sit on the bed, hands by her sides as she looked up at the camera.
"Because if I didn't, there wouldn't be much else left to live for." He looked up and, seeing the amazed look continued, "You've had enough time to escape."
She cut him off, "But what about my ulterior motive?"
He smirked, "Oh," he responded offhandedly, "Well, I've worked out what it is so I figure it doesn't pose much of a threat."
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