"This had better be important," Sark said gruffly, walking into the room.
Irina turned from looking out the window. Taking in his shirtless, disheveled appearance she smiled, "I don't want to know what I interrupted. Sydney's unit has been informed of the loss of communication with both Sydney and Vaughn and they will shortly be taking countermeasures."
Sark's eyebrows went up, "Vaughn?"
Irina nodded, "I had him intercepted as well. Once the comm. broke off he became too risky to have flitting about the grounds."
"Where is he being held?" Sark asked.
"I asked Patrick to take care of it, you'd have to ask him," Irina replied.
"Was there anything else?" Sark asked, impatiently.
Irina smiled sadly, "I know this is something you really want, and I won't remind you of the dangers again, but I wish you'd think on it. Not all things last the test of time."
"This has to," Sark replied confidently.
Irina nodded, "Check with security before you continue your game. We can't afford to be lax, especially now."
Sark nodded and left for the surveillance room.