For a second, all she could do was stare at him in shocked amazement. Once
she had recovered from the shock, she approached him carefully, wary of
being tricked. He didn't move as she fastened his hands behind his back,
using her red leather belt for the lack of anything else. A slight frown
creased her face as she spun him around to look at her.
"What?" she asked in a pissed off voice. "Explain to me what you just said."
Behind them, Jack was securing Artis's arms behind his back. Artis was swearing and struggling against Jack, who pinned him to the floor with a knee in his spine. The heavyset man stopped struggling, but he still spat curses at Jack, both in English and his native language.
White lowered his eyes from her furious gaze and said "The dart was filled with a poison typed to Vaughn's DNA. If it had hit him, he would have been dead in seconds. In you, the poison acted like snake venom." He explained
"Yes, that's fine, but why do you want to kill Vaughn? He's done nothing to you, for Gods sake!" she snapped
"We have good information that Vaughn is working for a Russian terrorist group." He said heavily, knowing the information would hurt her. "As of yet, we don't know which one."
"Who gave you this information?" she demanded angrily. She stood directly in front of him, with her hands on her hips.
"Your father was the one who give us the information." White said.
The loaded sentence hung in the still dusk air for a moment while she considered it. She shook her head vehemently.
"No. You're lying. Vaughn would never work for the Russians after what happened to his father. You must know that." She said, fervently.
"Syd." Jack's voice was gentle, "it's true. He is working with the Russians to destroy the CIA from inside. He wants power and he's not afraid to fight for it." He put a gentle hand on her shoulder, bus she shrugged him off.
They turned as one as they heard a car pull up outside of the park.
"Well, I guess we'll find out." Syd said darkly as she walked towards the distinctive figure of Vaughn.
"What?" she asked in a pissed off voice. "Explain to me what you just said."
Behind them, Jack was securing Artis's arms behind his back. Artis was swearing and struggling against Jack, who pinned him to the floor with a knee in his spine. The heavyset man stopped struggling, but he still spat curses at Jack, both in English and his native language.
White lowered his eyes from her furious gaze and said "The dart was filled with a poison typed to Vaughn's DNA. If it had hit him, he would have been dead in seconds. In you, the poison acted like snake venom." He explained
"Yes, that's fine, but why do you want to kill Vaughn? He's done nothing to you, for Gods sake!" she snapped
"We have good information that Vaughn is working for a Russian terrorist group." He said heavily, knowing the information would hurt her. "As of yet, we don't know which one."
"Who gave you this information?" she demanded angrily. She stood directly in front of him, with her hands on her hips.
"Your father was the one who give us the information." White said.
The loaded sentence hung in the still dusk air for a moment while she considered it. She shook her head vehemently.
"No. You're lying. Vaughn would never work for the Russians after what happened to his father. You must know that." She said, fervently.
"Syd." Jack's voice was gentle, "it's true. He is working with the Russians to destroy the CIA from inside. He wants power and he's not afraid to fight for it." He put a gentle hand on her shoulder, bus she shrugged him off.
They turned as one as they heard a car pull up outside of the park.
"Well, I guess we'll find out." Syd said darkly as she walked towards the distinctive figure of Vaughn.