I still don't have Jack, but I am close…well that's what I keep telling myself. Oh and I don't own the characters…well that poor nameless agent that Mona killed was mine. I'll give him a name soon.
Part 1
Jack Bristow walked swiftly into APO, his face set in its default stoic form, personally witnessing chaos at its height. All who occupied APO in some way, shape or form and that was present that day rushed around him, discussing strategies and plots to "recover the traitor". Jack's interest was caught due to the fact that whoever it was that needed to be recovered, required the entire office. It was definitely something that Jack could get into.
"Dad!" Sydney called out from behind him.
"Sydney what's going on?" Jack asked she came to stand in front of him.
"Sloane escaped," she spat then continued with, "I knew he hadn't changed, even if we were supposed to believe it, a part of me just hoped that he had for Nadia. Something told me that Sevogda was his doing. How could anyone put their child through some sick experiment? It's disgusting."
Jack raised his eyebrow at her comment, which didn't go unnoticed by Sydney.
"Dad-"
"Syd, Vaughn was able to piece together Sloane's movements from the prison video surveillance!" Eric Weiss called from Marshall's office.
Jack and Sydney followed Weiss into the room and waited as Vaughn pulled up the footage. They watched as Sloane was escorted out of his cell by the guards, and his slipping away from them. They watched him round the corner, come to a stop and pause in front of an agent. Sydney gasped as someone came up behind the agent and killed him cruelly.
Looking onto the black and white picture they watched as the figure removed their hood and felt their collective hearts stop when they saw Irina Derevko.
They listened as the robotic voice, courtesy of Marshall's lip reading program, rang out "Arvin" The shock that was radiating off the occupants of the office made it hard for them to listen. Jack was the first to recover, compartmentalizing his hatred for both Irina and Sloane at that time.
"Sloane didn't know that those cameras were installed, switch to another camera to see what he said. He may have revealed something we can use." He said to Vaughn.
Vaughn nodded and switched to another camera that showed Sloane in front of the screen instead of Irina. Again they watched the killing scene with anger burning through them, but paid attention to what Sloane was going to say when it was time for him to speak. Again a robotic voice punctured the silent room, but this time it voiced the name, "Mona".
For the first time in years, Jack's eyes went wide in surprise. He was not expecting Mona, but was expecting Irina. He quickly put his stoic mask in place and began giving out orders.
"Weiss, I want you to call Dixon and Marshall and tell them that they are needed. Vaughn, I want you to go down to the holding cells and talk to anyone that may have noticed how Sloane escaped. Sydney I want you to call Director Chase and tell her that she's needed here at APO immediately."
Vaughn and Weiss nodded then left the office to complete their tasks.
"Dad who is Mona?" Sydney asked, paused and then inserted, "Do you think the Helix Protocol was used again?"
"No Sydney it wasn't." Jack answered as he left the office.
"Then who is she and why does she look like Mom?" she asked her voice rising.
"I'm going home to get something we'll needed, I'll be back." Jack said, deliberately not answering.
"Who is Mona and why does she look like Mom?" Sydney asked again, this time with annoyance creeping into her voice. He shot her a withering look and then said,
"She's your mother's twin sister."
Jack walked out of APO, leaving a shocked Sydney behind.
Jack walked into his dark apartment, sat his keys on a nearby end table and walked towards his study. Before he could get past his living room he froze. He heard the smallest of breaths being inhaled. Someone was there. He reached into his suit jacket and pulled out the 9mm he always carried after leaving APO. Before he could aim, he heard the unmistakable sound of a gun being cocked. The intruder cut on the lamp that was by a chic lounger then said,
"Did you miss me sweetheart?"