"I thought you would be interested in knowing, it has beep confirmed that Agent Bristow is aware of Mrs. Reed's involvement in your organization."
Vaughn leaned casually up against the parking garage's stair railing as he measured a ook at the British twerp. Sometimes he'd like nothing more then to reach out and wrap his hands firmly around his throat and simply squeeze for all he was worth. Instead, his hands remained stationed in his suit pocket, one gripping it's contents: two small disks.
"Yes. And it has come to my attention that she knows that you yourself, were in fact aware of this tidbit of information."
That arrogant, cocky accent broke through the dark heavy silence after a few moments. He moved into the dim light slowly, black expensive suit complimented with a slate gray silk tie. His normal everyday attire that drove Vaughn nuts.
"It was leaked that I had prior knowledge of my wife's role within the covenant. However. The only thing this changes is the fact that Sydney Bristow will drive herself near insane trying to figure out what it is I am "up to."
"Giving this women's track record I don't believe that she will continuously turn up empty handed."
"You need to leave Bristow up to me. I am more familiar with her methods and ways. I've worked with her longer. I'll take care of it."
Mr. Sark's steely eyes surveyed Michael's expression as he made a "come here" motion with his hand. Vaughn's eyes flicked over Sarks' shoulder as a slender blonde stepped from a black car that hid in the shadows, Vaughn had to shake his head at the sight and the whole "cloak and dagger" routine that they'd gotten used to as of late. Lauren glanced around a few times as her heels announced her indiscreet arrival. Coming before Sark and her husband, she'd tuck a few strands of hair behind her ear and Vaughn couldn't help but flash back miserably to Sydney.
"Good afternoon Michael." Lauren would breathe as she came beside Sark, a hand being placed on his shoulder from behind. She made no qualms about making sure that since Vaughn knew who she was and who she was working for, that she was as free as a bird to be as noncommittal to their marriage as she wanted.
"I assume you've brought what we've requested."
Words drifted from Lauren's blush painted lips that held a sickening and evil grin. And for half a second Vaughn would hesitate knowing what he was handing over could ruin Sydney's life, even end it. But he had to trust the people he was working with. He had to know that they were doing their job as he stood in the dark corner of that garage.
His hands came out of his suit pocket, two small disks being handed over to the pair. Lauren would reach out and take them both, then after glancing at each she'd hand them to her "partner in crime." Sark would then place them into his pocket as Vaughn watched him. The motions seemed to happen slowly. He could somehow see some of his worst fears being confirmed as his own wife turned with Sark and headed back to their car, prized possessions in hand. Vaughn could only stare at the taillights as they disappeared, and once the red lights were no longer visible, his eyes slipped shut and his head hung forward in a heavy way. The ringing of his cell phone was what jolted him back to his normal alert status. "Hello." "Vaughn..." Sydney. It was Sydney. His heart jumped for joy when he realized it was her. Then remembering what he'd just done, and what was coming, that same light heart squeezed and sunk in anger and pain. Cruel reality hit him even further when he heard her voice. It was broken, heavy with anxiety, perhaps fear, but an all knowing sadness as he could tell she was trying to choke back sobs. "Sydney what is it. What's the matter."
"I need to talk to you..."
"..Okay, okay I'll meet you at the pier in half an hour." The dial tone rang in Vaughn's ear and he realized that she'd hung up. At least, he hoped that was the case. He pushed himself off the railing and headed towards his car. Panic almost encased him by the time he began driving out of the garage which caused him to press his foot to the pedal that much harder. "Go."
The female voice in the passenger seat of that black Focus spoke to the driver. Since they needed to be sure Mr. Vaughn was not double crossing them so to speak, tabs needed to be kept on him. Which included a tracking device on his car...him... "Whatever you say love."
Words drifted from Lauren's blush painted lips that held a sickening and evil grin. And for half a second Vaughn would hesitate knowing what he was handing over could ruin Sydney's life, even end it. But he had to trust the people he was working with. He had to know that they were doing their job as he stood in the dark corner of that garage.
His hands came out of his suit pocket, two small disks being handed over to the pair. Lauren would reach out and take them both, then after glancing at each she'd hand them to her "partner in crime." Sark would then place them into his pocket as Vaughn watched him. The motions seemed to happen slowly. He could somehow see some of his worst fears being confirmed as his own wife turned with Sark and headed back to their car, prized possessions in hand. Vaughn could only stare at the taillights as they disappeared, and once the red lights were no longer visible, his eyes slipped shut and his head hung forward in a heavy way. The ringing of his cell phone was what jolted him back to his normal alert status. "Hello." "Vaughn..." Sydney. It was Sydney. His heart jumped for joy when he realized it was her. Then remembering what he'd just done, and what was coming, that same light heart squeezed and sunk in anger and pain. Cruel reality hit him even further when he heard her voice. It was broken, heavy with anxiety, perhaps fear, but an all knowing sadness as he could tell she was trying to choke back sobs. "Sydney what is it. What's the matter."
"I need to talk to you..."
"..Okay, okay I'll meet you at the pier in half an hour." The dial tone rang in Vaughn's ear and he realized that she'd hung up. At least, he hoped that was the case. He pushed himself off the railing and headed towards his car. Panic almost encased him by the time he began driving out of the garage which caused him to press his foot to the pedal that much harder. "Go."
The female voice in the passenger seat of that black Focus spoke to the driver. Since they needed to be sure Mr. Vaughn was not double crossing them so to speak, tabs needed to be kept on him. Which included a tracking device on his car...him... "Whatever you say love."