"You mean you don't remember anything about the last two years?" He'd managed to deter the bitterness with a mirthless chuckle.
Her abhorrent demeanor had been answer enough. She didn't remember.
Sark thought pensively for awhile after she had left, I suppose there's nothing to worry about on that score, then.
Two weeks later, he'd escaped custody, compliments of Irina Derevko.
Jack and Sydney gathered close together in the corner, conferring in hushed whispers, "Mother helped him escape? You knew and you didn't try to stop it?"
Jack grimaced at the accusation, "I didn't know enough to stop it, that's what's important."
"You could have told them to tighten security, anything to make sure he didn't escape," Sydney retorted. "Now that bastard is on the loose again."
Jack nodded, "That is regrettable, but the tenuous relationship between Derevko and the CIA would have made it impossible to take counteractive measures without upsetting the balance."
"Who gives a damn about the balance. You said we couldn't trust Mom, so why are we compromising ourselves for her? There's something here you're not telling me!"
Jack tried to conceal any reaction, "Sydney that's ridiculous. I just wanted to give you a heads up before the meeting."
Sydney glared suspiciously at her father, "I appreciate the sentiment, but I don't feel that this matter has been resolved. I am going to find that son-of-a-bitch wherever Mom has him hidden and I am going to bring him back into custody."
"Do you think that's wise, given your history?" Jack said, with a nervous shudder only partially concealed.
It wasn't lost on Sydney, "What aren't you telling me?"
Jack coughed and stood back, "It looks like the meeting is convening. We'd best go in."
Sydney stifled her curiosity and went into the rotunda.