His feet pounded the wet pavement and Vaughn pulled his hat lower to keep some heat in his head. The winters in LA could be surprisingly cold. Especialy for a CIA agent who was unarmed, unprotected and on his way to a meeting with a man who has murdered countless people. With a slight shiver Vaughn picked up his pace through the park. To his left he saw a large man in a sweatsuit jogging in place. Underneath the sweatshirt was a 9mm handgun and two extra clips. His only backup should something go wrong.
Vaughn way on his way to the meeting to exchange the notebooks for a promise. A weak promise if anyone had asked him, but no one had. In exchange for the books and pieces of code, Sark would pull the contract on Sydney and she would be reltivly safe. The agency had already managed to piece 4 parts of the code together but was struggling with parts 4 and 5. With any luck they would crack it before the other side did. It was not a sure bet but what Sark and his partners didn't know was that all the pieces of code had been skillfully recopied onto a new kind of paper. Developed by Marshall in Op tech, it wasn't really paper at all. More like a flat trace program. With it, the agency would be able to track it's movemnt and those of whomever held the paper.
Passing a large oak tree, Vaughn took a hard right and ran down a ramp into an underground garage. It was completely empty except for a lone car with it's lights on. Her ran to it. When he was fifty feet away he stopped and walked slowly/
''That's far enough Mr. Vaughn. Seems we keep meeting like this. I suggest the next time you come with a little more sense and perhaps a handgun." Sark's oily voice said as he cocked the hammer of a gun behind Vaughn. When a second hammer was moved, Vaughn felt Sark physically tense.
"And you should have known that I wasnt going to miss a chance to finish what you decided to start" Sydney said behind Sark.
"A dilema. It seems we arrive at those more often then would seem healthy. Is there a way out of this one that does not invlove me blowing your lovers brains out as you would undoubtedly do to mine while you stand there alone, without you answer and still hunted by my partners?"
"Drop your gun and we'll see Sark" After a moments hesitation he did.
'Good boy. Now let's talk."