Sorry the delay in updating… was 'Phase One' totally awesome, or what? My only complaint… no Irina! Ah well. And poor Francie… speaking of, she seems to be the popular choice for the woman at the bar. Any particular reason? I'm kinda curious…
Christmas that year was, needless to say, not the best I'd ever had. Sydney had been gone for 2 years, and with the possible threat of an investigation into Derevko's escape looming over my head the whole time, I was in less than high spirits. My family obviously noticed but thankfully, they were kind enough not to comment.
About 5 minutes into dinner, my cell rang. I knew it had to be Jack; no one else would call me on christmas. But recalling what had happened last time I assumed it to be Jack, I checked the caller ID, just in case. I was right. My mother was giving me the most reproachful look, so I shrugged apologetically.
"This one is important. I have to take it, but I'll keep it short." With that, I got up and moved to a more secluded area. It didn't seem like a good idea to talk to Jack Bristow about the woman who had killed my father while my family was eating dinner.
"Where are you? Have you found anything?" Not the most polite way to start a conversation, but we had long ago dropped the formalities.
"Berezniki, Russia, and no, I haven't. What about you? Do you know why Irina wasn't there?" There it was: the part I had been dreading.
"Uh… yeah. She escaped, apparently around the same time as I got on the plane out to New Zealand."
"Ok. So where is she now? Why wasn't she with Sark?"
"I can't answer those questions. All I know is what Kendall told me."
"And what, precisely, did Kendall tell you?" I repeated to him everything that Kendall had told me.
"Does he think you had something to do with it?"
"No. He did at first, but he said he believes me when I say I had nothing to do with it. On the other hand, he did warn me that there are probably plenty of people who won't believe me. This could go to an investigation."
"If that happens, you need to exercise extreme caution. Play your cards very carefully. I'll be in touch more often." With that, the line went dead. I turned back to the dining room to find my mother watching me closely. I somehow got the impression that she had heard some of the conversation. She didn't press, only asking me if everything was ok. I gave her a nod and a smile as I retook my seat. There was only one thought on my mind: why wasn't Jack more concerned with Irina?
This chapter was originally going to be longer, and deal much more with Irina, but I started a new college class- US History- today so I gotta get to work on that. I wonder if I could get away with doing a report on Alias…
Now I want to thank everyone who has reviewed the past few chapters: Jade (every chapter reviewed, thanks!), hardshoe, Ninlofus, SecretAgentGirl, lynn, Ice, Samantha, serendipity112233, snowangel, J. Turenne, chatnoir, betttina (thanks for the info about Alias in Germany) and AlexJ (thanks for the e-mail)
For once, I have a really busy day tomorrow, but I'll try to get a new chapter up, cuz I love Irina- and all of you!- so much. If not, I should be able to get it up by Friday.