{A/N – Wooo I finally own Alias... no wait... am I awake? Yes? Oh then I don't own anything...damn...}
Jack put the phone back up to his ear.
"So Jack, have you realised that you cant rescue your beloved Derevko yet?" He had known Jack and Sydney would do anything in their power to rescue Irina and had gotten her away from the covenant facilities and in to a remote little building that no-one would suspect. It wasn't too far from a safe house if need be and it was just small enough not to raise suspicion. "I thought that the wedding bands on the floor were a nice touch." He laughed.
"Look Sark I don't think you understand. By calling me, your just making me more and more angry. You know that when I find you, and I will. I'll not only kill you but I'll do it slowly and carefully so that you'll last for days before you die." This time Jack hung up the phone knowing that Sark wouldn't give them any indication as to where they were.
Sydney and Vaughn sat in the van and wondered what had happened. they had only heard Jacks side of the conversation and knew he was intending on keeping up his promise to Sark.
"So dad what's the plan?" For once in his career, hell for once in his life, Jack had no idea what to do. He couldn't even think of a way in which to trace the...
"That's it!"
"What's it dad?"
"Sydney do you think that perhaps Marshall could trace the call? My phone's a government issue phone and logs all of my calls at the CIA. With the right equipment and training, a highly skilled technician might be able to find out where she is."
"Why give mom a government issued number rather than a civilian phone?"
"Because then he has access to the calls and can use his clearence to delete anything he doesn't want to be found."
"Correct Agent Vaughn. What's the point in carrying a secure phone when I cant track the people on the other end while were talking?"
"Yes but your not talking, do you think Marshall can do it?"
"You guys come on... I'm Marshall... give me the phone and a few minutes..."
Two hours later, they had gotten back and Jack and Sydney were standing in marshalls office while Vaughn stood outside on watch.
"Why is Agent Vaughn watching for anyone who might catch us? Are we not supposed to be doing this? What do you need the number for?"
"MARSHALL..." Jack began.
"DAD... its ok." Sydney turned to face Marshall. "Marshall look, my mother was the mole at the covenant. She risked everything to join them and find out who it was that we at the CIA couldn't trust. She sacrificed her freedom and possibly her life if we don't find her soon. That call was made less than three hours ago from where she was at the time. For what she's done to help us discover Lauren I think..."
She was interrupted by Marshall shoving a piece of paper into her hands.
"This is where the call originated from. Its not to far from here actually just a few miles outside... well you can see where it is. If you don't know I have a map that you can, but what am I saying, of course you know you're the Bristow's..." They headed off down the hall and out to the parking lot.
Jack took the piece of paper from Sydney as she got into the van. Vaughn got in the back and silently wandered why he had even come along. He had hoped to chat with Sydney and perhaps get some answers on what would happen next but all of those had been shattered on the plane. He realised now that he had to give her some space. He would work on getting his life back and an annulment from Lauren. Jack unfolded the paper and Sydney turned to face him.
"So where are we headed?"
"My God."
"What is it dad? Where is she?"
"He's taken her to the regiment building basement. Where we used to meet."
"Did he know?"
"I don't think so. He must have seen it for the closed off and secure qualities that we did.."
"Ok then lets go."
Irina pull yourself together. You're a Derevko... you're a Bristow.
She struggled to open her eyes and squinted as they got used to the darkness. She had been taken from the table and put into some sort of a small basement. There was a sense of familiarity about the place. It had a musky smell that reminded her of something.
Sark entered the room and stood in the doorway. If she hadn't have been injured and weak, she would have snapped his little neck and he knew it. Her sholder ached and she couldn't remember why. Then it hit her. The memories of the day flooded back to her like an electric shock.
She remembered them all looking at her strangely as she walked down the corridor. She had known she had to get out. She made a run for it as one man pulled out his gun. Something pricked her like a sting and she looked down to pull a dart from her thigh. She had carried on fighting with swift kicks and punches even though she was in a skirt. More men came around the corner as she backed into a room. She was beginning to feel drowsy but carried on fighting even as the bullet entered her left shoulder. The next memory she had was waking up in a van with more wounds than she remembered. They had tortured her with various methods but she had experienced them all, hell she had used them all. She had said nothing. She became more aware of the reality as Sark approached her pulling her to her feet. He had a glint in his eye and Irina knew he had a plan. She looked a little afraid and Sark noticed.
"Don't worry I'm not going to rape you. I did all of that to freak Jack out. I needed a real response from you go get him all worked up."
"What do you want with me then?" Irina began to feel a little more safe around him knowing that the worst thing he would do was kill or hurt her and that didn't seem to scare her.
"Oh do you think I'm some stupid villain who has the heroin tied up and then brags to her about his evil motives. I've seen the films. I know what happens. I've been using you as bait. I know you don't have anything to do with Rambaldi anymore but Jack and Sydney do."
"Didn't you just tell me your plan?" Irina smirked as she realised he was still the same old Sark. Too cocky for his own good and stupid enough to spend far too much time gloating. He would have made an ample adversary if only he'd get straight down to the plan.
"Oh well I'll just have to kill you before you can tell anyone."
Jack swiftly made his way down the oh so familiar corridor. He wished he could go back to when they had last made their way down here and hold his wife, never letting her go. Sydney looked around as they split up searching for some kind of a room large enough to hold weapons or information. She knew her father could handle Sark and it didn't look like there was anyone else there.
"Sydney?" She heard Vaughn whisper.
"Yeah?"
"Are you ok?"
"Yeah why?"
"Well you haven't moved in a while and I was just wandering..."
"What?"
"If... well... if your spider sense was tingling?" He laughed but it was the only way to describe Sydney and her father's incredible ability to almost smell a trap. Sydney let out a stifled giggle knowing what he meant. She suddenly became serious.
"Actually it is."
"Do you think it's a little too quiet?."
"Yeah. There's definitely something wrong here.."
"I agree."
"Lets find my dad he may be in trouble."
"Do you remember the way?" The layout was almost maze like with twisting corners and rooms with several doors. They had been just randomly picking doors in hope to find something.
"Weren't you supposed to be leaving breadcrumbs Vaughn?" She could tell he was grinning even in the dark. "C'mon lets try this way."
{A/N – I thought it might be nice to add a little Syd/Vaughn humour. I mean we all remember early on in season three on the aeroplane with the whole "Syd – You know peach isn't really in this season. (referring to the lipstick) Vaughn - I thought peach was the new green, Syd - no beige is the new green, Vaughn - I thought beige was the new peach." They smile and then realise that he's married now and they look away as Vaughn says "You have a lot of reading to do." But we all saw the chemistry and humour that just sparks between them. sigh Damn Lauren!!!! p.s. i added the spider sence bit 4 fun. it may be unrealistic but its cute so its stayin!!}
