Chapter Eight
A/N: I'm really happy that the last chapter has been taken so well! Thank you for the support you guys! Ok I promised very frequent updates… so here it is chapter 8… enjoy. Just a little warning.. another person is angry just pardon their english!
Lunours: Again… thank you very much! I never had someone like my writing this much! You are such a sweetheart… Tell me what you think about this chapter.. I'll be waiting for it! Again, thanks. Oh and don't worry, of course Jack will come out on top.. big fan right here!
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"I cant sit here all day… I have all the time in the world. You're gonna tell me everything you know about who took Natasha Vladimir." Sydney stood in front of the scout, he was bound and cuffed to a chair.
Sydney wonder why this man was so loyal to his employer, she had never seen anyone like him. He wouldn't even say a single word, not a breath. His eyes were determined, but deep in side them she could see a certain sadness, a grief. She had seen no one like him.
He still said nothing, he just looked at Sydney defiantly.
"Fine then have it your way, we'll see what a couple of days with no food will do to you." She walked out with a single word.
When she closed the door, she took a deep breath, and leaned back on it. She had with the man all night and he had said absolutely nothing. She rubbed her eyes and rested them, she was becoming extremely tired, but somehow sleep escaped her.
"Sydney?" it was Nadia's voice so Sydney opened her eyes slowly. "Are you ok?"
"Yah I'm fine," Sydney assured her sister and stood straight. "Just a little tired, that guy is wearing me out."
"You've been in there all night. You need to get some sleep, I'll talk to him if you want" Nadia offered.
"He's not talking anyway, not now at least…" Sydney was interrupted by the phone ringing. "Yah?"
"Hey Syd," It was Marshall, he too sounded tired and worn out. "It's me." He said simply.
"Please tell me you have something for us" Sydney pleaded.
"Well.. yah.. I kinda do… remember that video feed you sent me… of the scout?" Marshall asked.
"Yes, of course I remember. Did you find anything? Anything useful?" Sydney asked.
"I ran his face through the face recognition data base.." Marshall continued.
"And?" Sydney asked anxiously.
"And…. He's CIA, Syd."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes… pretty sure." He assured. "I have a name."
"Well?" Sydney rushed.
"His name is Edward Richards"
"Oh my G-d!" Sydney was shocked. It just simply couldn't be, what would he be doing there? than it all made sense, looking for her.
"Syd? You still there?" Marshall's voice snapped her out of her thoughts. She quickly regained her self.
"Yah, I'm here… thanks Marshall you just made my life a little bit easier." She hung up.
"What is it?" Sydney had almost forgotten that Nadia was with here until she asked.
"This guy." She gestured towards the door. "is CIA."
"CIA?" Nadia was a little held aback.
"Yah, and there's more to it."
Nadia just waited for her sister to continue explaining.
"Remember at the air strip when I was talking to Tracy?" Nadia nodded. "Well she gave me this" Sydney pulled out the beautiful ring and showed it to Nadia.
"This is beautiful, but I don't see…" Nadia was still a little more than confused.
"She also gave me this.." she pulled out a paper. "With a name on it, she told me that she wanted this man to have this ring back… that he deserved to move on."
Nadia took the little piece of paper from Sydney and read the name on it out loud.
"Edward Richards…. You mean this guy… he's this Richards person?" Nadia asked more baffled now.
"Looks like Eddie over here was looking for Tracy, he's not working for who ever took her." Sydney voiced her conclusion.
"C'mon, we have to tell the others" Nadia headed to the living room, which had become a make-shift command center.
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The headache was the first thing that woke her up, it was so intense, it made her want to pry her skull of. There was a deep throbbing behind her eyes, and it made it even harder for Tracy to open them.
"Agh" she groaned in pain when she tried to move.
What the hell have I been drinking, Tracy thought, why had I been drinking anyway!
She struggled to remember, and her memory fought back for a while. Slowly but surely images, sounds, and feeling began to flood back to her.
She was at the apartment , waiting to be extracted, she'd been found out. But not kill her on the spot? She remembered the elevator, the prick of the needle, she reached to touched where it penetrated the skin of her arm. She just lay on the floor for a while, wondering what's going to happen to her.
Then the door in her dark room opened and Tracy looked over to it and squinted at the light, she could only see the silhouette of a man, a big man standing in the door way. She forced her self to stand, taking an aggressive stance. She wasn't going to be giving up easy.
"What the hell do you want?" She shouted her voice forceful, she wasn't about to show any fear.
The man gave a sinister smile, and laughed cruelly.
"They told me you were lippy!" and laughed again. "Boss wants you dead, it's either me or you little lady, I plan on making it me."
Tracy shrank back to the wall, it didn't make any sense to her. Why would they take all the effort of an abduction just to send some idiot to kill her, something has got to give.
"You, sir, give yourself too much credit." She hated to do this, but it was obvious that she had to, for her life.
"Less talk more kick" he charged at her and lifted her from her feet and through her across the room. Tracy felt like she was in a wrestling match, only this was real.
She waited for him to come across the room, he came running and kicked her in the head.
Now that hurt! She was getting angry, and she let herself slip deeper and deeper in her anger before she stood again.
"It's on, Beavis!" She said with a wide grin that caught the man off guard. "Let's do this."
She squatted and kicked the man's legs from underneath him, he went down with an "omph" and she kicked him in the stomach. The man cringed his teeth and got up, with a fire in his eyes he charged at Tracy.
Tracy stepped aside and kicked him in the back, sending him slamming in the wall. A sound of a crack told Tracy that she had just broken his nose. The man just slumped to the floor and Tracy gave him a blow to his chest, this time aiming for his ribs. The man let out a cry of pain and curled to the floor.
Tracy just looked at him, her normal sense of pity was lost, she had no mercy for this man.
"What does your boss want from me?" She pulled the man up from his collar.
"He wants you dead!" the man shouted.
"I don't think so, now tell me!" She was angry, and she was letting out on this man.
He looked at her and gave her a mocking smile. With out Tracy he slipped his to his belt and pulled out a knife.
"I think you have underestimated me, little lady!" he pulled his knife into view. Before Tracy could react the buried the knife in her arm.
Tracy let out a shout of pain, dropped the man to the floor, and reached to cover her fresh wound. She looked at the man with a mixed expression, she was surprised but furious. His smiled cruelly at her and got to his feet, murder in his eyes.
He plunged his knife at Tracy again, but she dodged them. She noticed that the man still held his ribs gingerly, she kicked him in them again, and he let the knife go with a howl of pain.
Tracy grabbed the knife from the ground, and looked at it, covered in her blood. Suddenly the man was on his feet again.
Dammit!, she thought, what does it take to take down this guy.
He hit her in the face, and got her in her already injured nose, it made a crunching sound, and blood exploded. But she still held the knife, she wouldn't let it go.
The man held her head between his big brutal hands, he was getting ready to snap her neck. His smile was again on his face.
"Say good night, little lady."
"Goodnight" Tracy said calmly as she plunged her knife on last time, clear through the man's heart. The man let Tracy go, and staggered back, pulling the knife from his chest. On his face a look a fear, clearly a man afraid to die. Then he went down one last time.
Tracy stood over his life-less body for a long moment, and prayed for his sole, she wasn't religious but death always reminded her of G-d.
Then she saw the door open again, and another silhouette appeared. Tracy had no chance to react, when it pulled out a gun and shot he square in the chest. She looked down and saw a Tranquilizer dart, she swayed for a long minute struggling against its affect. But soon her knees out, and she saw the floor hiding towards her face, then finally darkness.
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"So Maxwell knows this guy?" Vaughn asked.
"Obviously, this ring meant a lot to her." Sydney held the ring and looked at it. She noticed something carved on the inside the ring.
When I'm lost in space I go back to this place, cause you're the one.
"Did you find something?" Nadia asked her sister, she's been watching her scrutinize the ring.
"It's just a lyrics of a song… a love song." Sydney looked up.
"Eddy boy and Tracy must have been more than friends." Weiss said, stating the obvious.
"I don't see how his relationship with Maxwell affects this whole situation." Vaughn pointed out.
"Whose relationship?" It was Jack, who had just appeared at the door way.
"Dad what are you…" Sydney was beginning to ask.
"I have some interesting information for you, and I couldn't share it over the telephone. So who are you were talking about." Jack asked refusing to change the subject.
"We apprehended this man on the scene, turns out he's CIA… his name is Edward Richards." Sydney explained.
Jack just stood there and shook his head.
Poor boy, he thought, Tracy was everything he had left, before she was taken from him.
"You know him?" Nadia asked.
"Yes, he was 'involved' with Tracy. But their relationship goes beyond that." Jack said.
"What do you mean 'beyond'?" asked Vaughn.
"They had a professional connection too. Edward's brother, Christopher, was Tracy's partner and contact once she went on deep cover. Chris was found out by Sergey and murdered." Jack explained. "Tracy was very close to the Richards brothers they were her only sort of family. Edward was her lover and Chris was her friend, and mentor. She always blamed her self for Chris' death."
"Why would Edward sniffing around for her?" Weiss asked.
"I need not remind Tracy was supposed to have died while undercover." Jack continued. "Edward was distraught they were his family, and he lost them in the space of a month."
"Tough" was the only thing said.
"I'll talk to him, see what he has to say." Jack said. "Where are you keeping him?"
"I'll show you" Sydney said, "Do you mind if I sit in on this?"
"No," Jack answered. "Be my guest. He might not be too happy to see me anyway."
Sydney gave him a quizzical look, but didn't say anything. She just walked him towards the farthest door down the hall. She opened the door, and saw the man still sitting where she left with his bent down. He didn't move, even though he heard the door open. She and Jack stepped in and for a second there was nothing but silence.
"Hello Edwards" Jack finally said calmly.
The man looked up sharply, a look of disbelief first, then one of complete hatred.
"You son of a Bitch!" she shouted angrily. Jack was right, there was no lost love between those two.
"I see you have managed to get yourself in trouble." Jack said simply.
"How dare you! You Bastard! Tell me how does it feel to have the blood of my brother and Tracy on your hands! Tell me how do you sleep! Did you come up with this Natasha Vladimir meet to get me too! One more head for your trophy case!" Edward's eyes were wild, filled with grief struck anger.
"Mr. Richards I think that you have grown too paranoid. I had nothing to do with the your brother's death. And I didn't set up this meet, another man did." Jack said coolly.
"You drove Tracy into that mission! It's because of you we had to put an empty coffin in the ground!" Edward showed no sign of cooling off. Sydney just kept her distance, but she doubted Edward would have noticed her.
"Tracy is a grown woman she makes her own decisions." Jack reasoned icily.
"She listened to you, if you changed her mind she would have been alive! You killed the woman that I loved!" Edward was close to tears.
"There is still that you don't know, Eddie." Jack said in an unusual warm tone, then walked out, taking Sydney with him.
Edward just let himself go and sobbed openly, for his brother, of his lover, for his life. He hadn't cried when they told him she was dead, he hadn't cried when he said his word at her memorial service, he hadn't cried when her aunt Gloria sobbed in his arms. But now he sobs when he realized that he wasn't going to be killed, that he wouldn't see her again.
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Nothing Fails- Madonna.
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