Chap 3
M: Good morning dear.
Marie says sitting at the breakfast table with a big smile for her sons return.
A: Good morning Marie! Isn't Michael awake yet? He's always awake by 7 and it's 7:45 now.
M: No he's still asleep.
A: I'll go wake him, he needs to take his medication soon.
J: That will be unnecessary. Agent Vaughn and Sydney will awake when it suits them, after what they've been through they need and deserve it.
Jack says, exiting his bedroom wearing his ever present suit, a sudden protective streak running through him, but his voice remaining stoic and emotionless as ever. He takes a cup of coffee and sits at the table flipping open his laptop.
A: Aren't you a little over dressed? I mean we are going to be stuck in the cabin, why the suit?
J: Because I'm leaving.
Alice ponders his previous statement and comments.
A: Why did you call Mike Agent? He works at the State Dept.
J: That is classified Ms. McGrath.
A: Well Mr... I never caught your name.
J: Bristow, Jack Bristow.
A: Hmm. Are you Sydney's husband?
She asks at the chance that Mike may not have a chance with her. Even though Jack looks quite a bit older than her.
J: Her father. Now if you are finished with your questions I'd like to get to work on this report before I leave.
Jack states with one of his trademark death glares usually reserved for the worst offenders. Alice shuts up and sits at the table. After an hour of silence they hear a car coming up the drive and Alice and Marie, who are now sitting on the sofa, look to Jack. He gets up and opens the door to see two black cars quickly approaching the cabin.
M: Good morning dear.
Marie says sitting at the breakfast table with a big smile for her sons return.
A: Good morning Marie! Isn't Michael awake yet? He's always awake by 7 and it's 7:45 now.
M: No he's still asleep.
A: I'll go wake him, he needs to take his medication soon.
J: That will be unnecessary. Agent Vaughn and Sydney will awake when it suits them, after what they've been through they need and deserve it.
Jack says, exiting his bedroom wearing his ever present suit, a sudden protective streak running through him, but his voice remaining stoic and emotionless as ever. He takes a cup of coffee and sits at the table flipping open his laptop.
A: Aren't you a little over dressed? I mean we are going to be stuck in the cabin, why the suit?
J: Because I'm leaving.
Alice ponders his previous statement and comments.
A: Why did you call Mike Agent? He works at the State Dept.
J: That is classified Ms. McGrath.
A: Well Mr... I never caught your name.
J: Bristow, Jack Bristow.
A: Hmm. Are you Sydney's husband?
She asks at the chance that Mike may not have a chance with her. Even though Jack looks quite a bit older than her.
J: Her father. Now if you are finished with your questions I'd like to get to work on this report before I leave.
Jack states with one of his trademark death glares usually reserved for the worst offenders. Alice shuts up and sits at the table. After an hour of silence they hear a car coming up the drive and Alice and Marie, who are now sitting on the sofa, look to Jack. He gets up and opens the door to see two black cars quickly approaching the cabin.