A/N: Hi! New chapter. Same disclaimers apply. This chapter took all of about 30 minutes to write, so I hope I did okay and didn't make too many typos.

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Ch. 6 – Shock and Awe

Previously...

"...And Vaughn?"

"Yeah?"

"I think you're in for a little bit of a shock."

Present time...

"What do you mean a shock?"

"Never mind. We have to get on this plane or otherwise we won't make it."

Since there were only two seats on the plane, one of us had to go incognito.

Namely, Irina had to go in as a stewardess. How she got the uniform, I'd rather not know. How she got the uniform to look good on her, I'm still dumbfounded. I guess that's the Derevko way. Syd could make anything look good.

The flight to Lyon took forever, or maybe it just felt that way because I was sitting between Haladki and a man who smelled like feet. Despite the good movie that was playing, I somehow forced myself to sleep.

When we finally arrived, they told me what exactly we were doing.

"We're extracting our ally from this prison," said Irina, pointing to an unassuming bank plaza in the downtown area. "Vaughn, since you're the only one of us so far that can speak French, you'll have to navigate, because I can't read a damn thing on these Mapquest instructions. Jack will be joining us..."

Wait a minute.

"Jack? As in Jack Bristow? As in your kind-of-but-not-really-ex husband Jack Bristow?"

"No, it's the pope."

So that's where Sydney gets her sarcasm. I knew it wasn't all her dad.

"Why is Jack coming?"

"Because we need equipment. He has the best to get into this prison. He's also the only man I can trust, and is friends with the captive in question. Hasn't seen him in quite a while, though."

"How close are you to this captive?"

"I risked my career at the KGB when I put him into hiding. Unfortunately, Sloane found him and held him in captivity for the last 3 months. Jack was best friends with him, and introduced us. The three of us were like you, Weiss, and Sydney were."

Wow. Jack and Irina have friends?

The world is flat.

"I'm offended by that, Mr. Vaughn."

Damn my thinking out loud. Or am I? Maybe I'm just easy to read?

"Why exactly did you have to put him into hiding?"

"Most assume it was because the KGB wanted him dead. That was a factor, but Sloane was going to kill him because he knew too much about Sloane's indiscretions."

"What indiscretions?"

"Vaughn, he saw Sloane rape me. He and Jack were my most trusted confidants, but I was too ashamed to tell Jack. I'm going to tell him now."

Jack walked over calmly. He and Irina quietly exchanged hellos and a hug and kiss.

Yes, kiss. Dear God. They're still in love. That's kind of comforting and yet horrific.

"So we're getting him out of Lyon? Irina, is it true?"

"Yes. I put him in hiding, but after all these years, Sloane found him and took him into captivity."

"Why did Sloane want him? I thought the KGB killed him."

That's when the story of the rape came out. I had never seen Irina or Jack cry, and there they both were, whispering, "I'm sorry" and "'I love you" back and forth, just rocking and hugging in the middle of the terminal.

After that was over, we all hopped into a cab and got some fake IDs. I swiftly told the cab driver to take us to the bank plaza. When we got downstairs, Irina motioned for us to follow her through a secret hallway. At the end were a number of jail cells. All of the sudden, 3 guards came up from behind.

All of us being trained, we quickly disabled their defenses and got to the cells.

"Vaughn, go get the green car in the parking lot. Hotwire it and pull up. We've got it from here."

I should've been suspicious of who this man is. I got the car as I was told. Within a matter of minutes, a barrage of gunfire came from the tunnel. I looked out the window to see Jack shooting and Irina and Haladki supporting a man who looked to have a broken leg.

"Michael! MICHAEL! UNLOCK THE DOOR! QUICK!"

When the captive man looked up, he had such a look of shock on his face at the mention of my first name.

He couldn't have been more shocked than I was.

"Michael? Is that you?"

Yes it was me.

The real question was this:

Was that really my father?

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