AN: Music really is a MUST for this chapter! REALLY! It's SO much more FUN with it as it's timed perfectly! :)
(on repeat): Guitarria by Benise, Porche Boost by Trevor Rabin from Gone in 60 Seconds Soundtrack , Speedballin' by Outkast, Sinnerman by Nina Simone and Unbelievable by EMF
FORTY-THREE
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*Guitarria*
Seville, Spain
"Marshall, I need the visual now!" Jack grew impatient through the Com from white catering van outside the beautiful three story lavish mansion.
"Working on it Mr. Bristow." Marshall pounded furiously at his keyboard back at Ops, hacking into the security company in Madrid hired to secure the estate in Seville.
Kendall stood over him hands on hips, brows furrowed.
"I'm in!" Marshall smiled excitedly as various rooms and exteriors of the mansion showed up on various screens through both his and Jack's computers.
"Mountaineer, Boy Scout do you have a visual on the target?" Jack's eyes scanned the screens looking at Sydney and Vaughn watching the dancers as guests of the party joined in.
Zamir's mother was Spanish and his sister was holding an engagement party tonight in their family's massive home. Being the loyal brother that he was, Zamir wouldn't miss it according to Dubey.
Sydney and Vaughn glanced around the crowded room, observing the elevated dance floor where beautiful flamenco dancers were entertaining the guests of the party.
Sydney's hair had been straightened and died dark black; as well as Vaughn's. Her deep crimson dress hugged all the right curves as she sat on a bar stool adjacent from Vaughn, legs crossed and exposing dangerous amounts of skin. They looked the part of a young wealthy Spanish couple.
"Affirmative," Sydney whispered into her Com as she turned her head gazing at the dark haired man smiling on the other side of the room kissing a woman's hand.
"Remember we want to take this bastard alive. He can answer more questions then the ones we need about Sloane with his ties to Al-Quada." Kendall huffed into his own Com leaning down with one arm on the desk, and the other on the back of Marshall's chair.
Irina accepted the handsome young valet's hand as he helped her step out of her little silver Audi convertible with a smile. "Thank-you." She flashed him her seductive eyes, speaking in flawless Castilian Spanish.
"Siberian Tiger's on the move." Weiss breathed into his come with a smile from across the room as he saw Irina coming through the main foyer.
Sark's eyes lit up in amusement and a smug smile crossed his face sitting next to Jack in the van, seeing the older man roll his eyes at Irina's new code name from the CIA. Dixon waiting with them as back-up cracked a smile as well, shaking his head.
Sydney and Vaughn turned slightly as all eyes watched Irina cross the floor. Her long dark hair swayed with her movement. Her black eyes intent and focused as she grabbed a flute of champagne and zeroed in on Zamir.
The brilliant red dress was to die for and made people take a second glance at her body, keeping their minds off her now recognizable face. The material, stretchable and fit Irina's body like, a glove. The front was a halter top that held the dress up around her neck and then split into two separate pieces of fabric that covered her breasts, but left a deep slit down the front exposing her torso to the middle of her body. The long scar down the middle of her chest, covered by clever make-up, the two pieces of fabric met, reconnecting and flowing into a one piece skirt that had a massive slit up her left thigh, exposing her sexy legs that Jack loved. A Spanish ruffle trimmed the hemline, making it dance as she walked. Her red sandal high-heels exposing her toes, painted the same color red. She was a vision to behold and Jack swallowed hard watching her glide gracefully through the crowd.
Irina's heart began beating rapidly in the chest at being back in the field again and she sipped her champagne taking in her surroundings, noting exits, security detail members mixed among the crowd and her own team members locations. Her eyes flashed with opportunity as she saw Zamir take the dance floor with the beautiful Spanish men and women. Every thirty seconds or so, the couples switched partners in their fast paced dance resembling the tango and she smiled watching for a few seconds to learn the steps, downing the rest of her champagne and slipping through the crowd. Without saying a word, Irina grabbed the hand of a beautiful man and swirled him onto the dance floor as her partner in one fluid motion. His eyes lit with wonder and surprise as she took him firmly in her arms and he immediately began the dance with her, amazed with his luck.
"She's good." Weiss whispered with delight seeing how quickly Irina had picked up the dance and was immediately absorbed into her partner and their moves.
The man's body pressed tightly into hers', his hands splayed across her lower back keeping her there as their feet flew a rapid pace in spins twirls and dips.
"You have no idea…" Sark cocked his eyebrow with a smile, responding to Weiss as they watched her dancing on the monitor in the van.
Jack's own heart began pounding hearing Sark's comment and seeing another man dancing that intimately with his wife but remaining calm, remembering their purpose…and the dance was supposed to be mimicking the intimate acts between a man and a woman. Irina was playing her part…very well. He couldn't wait to grab hold of her and kiss her on the mouth having not seen her in this dress before hand.
Irina's eyes entertained her partners but kept close tabs on Zamir's exact position on the floor, lining herself up to be his next partner and right as she breezed by him, the partners switched and she spun into his arms. Zamir's eyes bulged in surprise.
"Hello Zamir." Irina greeted him in Spanish as her eyes gleamed dangerously. The man momentarily hesitated in his steps but quickly recovered, forcefully grabbing Irina's body, slamming it into his as his eyes raked in her body.
"Senorita Derevko," His eyes smiled as his face maintained its seriousness, studying her intently. His own heart pounding rapidly in his chest and not from dancing, Irina could feel it's pace increase with her thumb on his wrist as she held his hand.
"We need to talk." Irina maintained in Spanish as they flew rapidly around the dance floor and he suddenly dipped her far back, heaving her chest towards the ceiling and letting her shoulders and head drop, her hair swaying as he pulled her upright immediately.
The man was equal parts turned on and anxious about his beautiful companion. "Your message would suggest we have nothing further to discuss." His eyes turned dark and his hand slid roughly down her backside grabbing her ass and pummeling his groin into her.
"Son of a bitch!" Jack hissed under his breath watching the man and everyone heard his reaction on their' Coms.
"Easy Jack." Kendall shifted positions intrigued with Irina's performance in the field as every one else.
"She's going to kill him…" Sydney sipped on her champagne as she watched her mother a few feet from her.
"We have plenty to discuss." Irina returned the sharp gaze before the man dipped her again and this time bent over and placed a hot open mouthed kiss on the skin of her sternum between her heaving breasts before whipping her back up and her eyes had turned black with rage, though she maintained the dangerous smile.
"I'm going to kill him…" Jack clenched his hands into tight fists as his eyes narrowed.
"Such as?" Zamir played coy, rubbing himself into Irina as his eyes locked onto hers, grasping Irina's exposed thigh as he brought her leg up to his hip and dipped her to the side.
Sark and Dixon looked to Jack whose knuckles had turned white and his face bright red in anger over the man fondling his 'wife.'
"Arvin Sloane for starters…and your involvement in my kidnapping." Her tone was dangerous and he saw the homicidal look in her eyes that her smile was trying to cover. "We can leave peacefully…or we can make a scene." She whispered dangerously, her hand feeling the gun in the back of his pants beneath his jacket. "You choose."
Zamir dipped her rapidly again, making her arch further back almost bent in half and his tongue once again assaulted her hot flesh. His eyes taking the opportunity to assess his escape options.
"Did you see that? Did you see that?" Weiss noticed the man's eyes darting around while he had Irina dipped.
"Yeah we saw it. He's looking for a way out." Vaughn whispered back, putting his drink down and casually moving his hand to his side where his gun was. He watched as Zamir swooped Irina back up.
"Move in. They're about to switch partners and Irina didn't see him looking for the out…" Jack felt his blood pressure rising.
"She knows. He held her down a few seconds longer the last time. Believe me she knows." Sark looked to Jack knowing from his own experience working with Irina. "Just give her a minute."
Zamir's eyes darted briefly to the open balcony and then back to Irina's just before switching partners and he bolted from the dance floor, and Weiss, Sydney, Vaughn and Irina jumped up after him. Irina was the closest and began pushing her way through the people in pursuit.
"God damn it!" Jack and Kendall both voiced together.
Zamir whipped the gun out from under his jacket and swung his shoulder back firing at Irina. She had anticipated it and ducked out of its way. People started screaming as the blood began pouring out of the man behind her. Dixon flew out of the back of the van and headed for the other side of the house to intercept him. Zamir hesitated for a second before launching himself over the stone railing of the second story balcony freefalling into the bushes below, rolling violently off and into the ground.
"Oh no…She's not going to-" Jack stood immediately watching as Irina's speed didn't decrease as she went out onto the large balcony.
"Oh yes she is!" Sydney watched wide-eyed and horrified, running behind her with the guards shooting at them as Irina went flying over the balcony after him in her heels and dress.
"Oh shit!" Irina breathed out in Russian, mid-air before landing on the top of the white tent set up below and bounced into the air landing again on the tent and rolling off the top onto the grass below as more people screamed and ran in every direction.
Jack waited with baited breath to see if she got up watching the entire thing on the screen.
"Fuck!" She screamed landing on her shoulder before jumping to her feet seeing Zamir tearing across the large lawn towards the parked cars.
"Cut him off! Cut him off!" Jack screamed into the Com at the others in hot pursuit of Zamir. Sydney and Vaughn had flown down the staircase, ducking and hiding as the guards fired off rounds chasing them.
Zamir was screaming at the valet before he got there, pushing people violently out of the way looking over his shoulder every few seconds to see if Irina was still behind him. A couple had just pulled up in a black Porsche convertible and he grabbed the valet out of the drivers seat and threw him to the ground, flooring the gas as its owners screamed at the man stealing their car.
"Son of a bitch! He stole a car!" Kendall yelled feeling his blood pressure rising watching the monitors and Marshall nervously chewed his fingernail.
Irina saw a guard about to intercept her and pulled the outside of her dress up retrieving the stiletto there. Without slowing her pace she fired her arm and hit the man square in the heart as his arm was raised, gun pointed at her and fired. He clutched his chest as he fell to his knees and Irina dove headfirst and rolled to avoid the bullet landing on her feet again. Jack's heart was pounding in his chest and a thin layer of sweat formed on his brow as he watched her rolling to avoid the hit.
Irina flew by the guard on his knees with blood pumping out of his chest turning his shirt red and forcefully grabbed her favorite knife out of his chest and stole his gun.
*Porsche Boost*
"Move! Move! Move!" She yelled in Spanish at the people in front of her, pushing them aside she grabbed a young man off his red Ducati motorcycle, throwing him to the ground and reviving the engine, spinning out on the white gravel as she fired up the bike and took off after Zamir. She was not letting this ass and her one chance to find Sloane get away!
"Boy Scout, Mountaineer get to the front!" Jack yelled as Sark jumped in the driver's seat and Dixon dove into the open doors of the back as Sark floored the van, making a tight U-turn to follow Irina. "God damnit! She doesn't have a helmet on!" Jack cursed under his breath watching his wife fly at a breakneck pace around several cars at close distances causing the gravel to spray out as her tires threw the stones when she rocked from side to side turning dangerously.
Vaughn and Sydney flew over the railing of the staircase to the other side and ran down the last few steps meeting Weiss at the bottom and charging out the door as a guard stepped in front of them firing rapidly and Sydney dove towards the floor, rolling and kicking his feet out from under him. His hand lost the gun and the both scrambled for it. Vaughn recovered and saw the man about to reach the gun first and dove to the floor grabbing it just seconds before the man did. Sydney rolled over and on top of the guard violently crashing her elbow into his head and knocking him out. Weiss grabbed her arm and pulled her up as the three of them ran outside.
They saw Irina tear out ahead of them on the bike as people helped up the man she had thrown to the ground and then rapidly made the decision to do the same, spotting a silver BMW convertible that the valet had just retrieved.
"Get out! Get out! Get out! Get out!" Sydney yelled at the young man in Spanish, yanking on his arm and sliding into the drivers seat as Weiss and Vaughn threw themselves over the side with Weiss in the back and Vaughn in the front passenger side, his legs still hanging over the side as Sydney tore out after her mother in pursuit of Zamir.
*Speedballin'*
Irina's hair wiping in the wind behind her she caught sight of the black Porsche several hundred feet in front of her pulling onto a busy street in Seville.
"Marshall, switch to satellite now!" Jack yelled when he lost sight of Irina and Zamir when they left the security camera's range. "Casa Rosada Boulevard!"
"On it!" Marshall yelled as his fingers furiously struck the keyboard, tasking a satellite to pick them up. "Got him!" He yelled when he saw the satellite zooming into the street with the black Porsche weaving in and out of traffic dangerously.
Jack's eyes searching the screen for Irina as he swayed back and forth, grabbing the table as Sark drove wildly to catch up. "There she is!" His finger hit the screen spotting Irina zigging and zagging around several cars crossing lanes of traffic as she slowly inched toward the black car.
Irina saw Zamir was about to run a red light and knew she'd had to as well, there was no way to slow down at her speed and she couldn't lose him. She pulled back full throttle as she straddled the buzzing bike beneath her. The ruffles on her skirt flapping wildly in the wind and ripping back the slit exposing her entire leg.
Zamir flew through the cross street and caused two cars to violently slam into one another in front of her, with cat like reflexes she flew to the right just missing the bumper of the crashed car. She heard a loud horn somewhere lost in the wind and flew just seconds ahead of being hit by a delivery truck.
"Jeezus!" Jack's heart lurched out of his chest watching Irina narrowly missing the accident and getting hit by the truck. "Get on the phone and tell the Seville police that we are in hot pursuit of a wanted terrorist! Get some control over those lights before she kills herself chasing the crazy bastard through intersections!" Jack yelled into his headset and Dixon pulled himself up and grabbed a cell phone.
"Holy shit!" Weiss screamed from the back seat as they watched Irina narrowly missing the crash and truck. "She's crazy! Look at her go!" His eyes widened with excitement as he flew violently around in the backseat with every slight turn of the wheel at their speed.
Sydney and company went flying through exit about thirty seconds after Irina, revving the engine at full speed straight at the gathering crowd and sending them running to get the hell out of her way.
Irina felt the surge of new adrenaline narrowly escaping death once again and crouched down further to pick up speed as she began gaining on Zamir. He saw her catching up to him in the rear-view mirror and swerved drastically jumping the median of the oncoming traffic as horns blared and cars smashed into one another.
"Motherfucker!" Irina hissed under her breath and followed, the bike gaining some air as she flew over the little curb and a leaned harshly to her right sliding right by a small yellow car screaming its horn at her.
"He's suicidal!" Vaughn screamed over the wind and Sydney started gaining on Irina running almost parallel to her on the opposite side of the boulevard.
Sark had caught up to them in the van and was hot on Sydney's bumper. The scream of police sirens alerted them to the fact that the police had arrived but didn't know who to chase so began chasing all of them. One car after another slid into each other as Zamir increased his speed weaving in and out of traffic trying to get to the highway.
"You're not getting away from me you bastard!" Irina let go carefully with one hand and fired the bullet narrowly missing Zamirs head and purposely breaking the wind-shield temporarily causing him to lose control.
"Jeezus, Irina!" Jack gasped watching her let go with one hand to fire at Zamir's car. She was perfection in action but scared the living shit out of him at the same time! "Sydney floor it and make a sharp right onto the curving street ahead, it curves around and intersects the boulevard again! There are less cars there, you can get ahead of him and cut his ass off!" Jack said rapidly seeing the opening street on the satellite footage.
"I'm on it!" She flew across the three lanes of traffic sending cars spinning out of control and hit the brake and gas at the same time flying around the corner and slamming their bodies against the doors of the car with the momentum.
"Ahhhh!" All three of them screamed at the same time as the car fishtailed and finally found its grip again. The street did have less cars and Sydney pushed the car past 125 miles per hour with her black hair flying wildly behind her, a determined look on her face with scrunched eyebrows.
Jack grabbed the laptop and flew to the front of the van with Sark realizing they were near parallel with Irina and Zamir now. He glanced to his left and saw Irina hunched over on her speed bike, looking sexy as hell with her hair flying in the wind, in that revealing red dress with her skirt flying up behind her exposing those legs he loved. Some of the police now jumping the boulevard pursuing her with lights flashing and sirens blaring. He turned his head back and watched on the screen of satellite footage of Zamir, Irina and Sydney's positions nearing the intersection and wishing Irina had an earpiece to tell her what they were trying to do though he guessed she probably knew seeing Sydney veer off.
"Son of bitch!" Jack fumed watching as Zamir was purposely trying to lead Irina into on coming cars, driving straight at them as she was right behind him and then veering last second in a dangerous game of 'chicken' with them, hoping Irina wouldn't follow and get hit head on. Thankfully she was onto him.
Suddenly Zamir reached his arm over the back of the seat semi-turning his body and fired at Irina.
"Motherfucker!" She screamed into the wind as the bullet grazed her right arm just below the shoulder.
"Syd the intersection!" Vaughn pointed wildly in front of them seeing all the braking lights as the police had stopped all cross traffic at the intersections now.
*Sinnerman*
"Sydney you're just ahead of them!" Jack shouted into his earpiece looking rapidly from the screen to his left and right in front of them. "It's going to be close!" His heart was seizing at 'how' close and hoped that Sydney didn't get slammed into.
Zamir was headed straight into a small blue car still trying to loose Irina when he saw the sliver car flying just ahead of him, coming from the right intersection ahead.
"Fuck!" He shouted and other obscenities in Arabic and Spanish.
Seeing Irina was literally a few feet behind him now and the other car about to cut him off he slammed his foot to the floor pushing the car past 135 miles per hour.
"Oh my God!" Everyone screamed at the same time when Zamir's car dodged the tiny blue car last second, getting ahead of Sydney's interception as she came flying through the intersection and just missed ramming the side of the blue car.
"Oh dear God!" Irina inhaled sharply seeing she was about to hit head-on with the car in front of her and in what seemed liked slow motion, everyone watched as she pulled back sharply on the bike's handle bars, gunning it vertical onto the back tire and ramped up the hood of the tiny blue car and over it sending the bike flying through the air and over the little silver convertible carrying Sydney, Vaughn and Weiss who were screaming as Irina and the bike soared over the top of them.
Sark's eyes bulged out, having her seen do crazy shit like this before but still stunningly insane every time and Jack went pale grabbing his head his hands as he watched Irina soaring on the motorcycle over the blue car and over Sydney's car that was trying to intercept…Irina at least 20 feet off the ground.
Irina pushed with her heels extending her legs slightly and pushing the bike forward some in the air, continuing to pull back on the front knowing she had to hit the pavement with the back wheel first or die as the bike flipped end over end.
She saw Sydney's car beneath her, as time seemed to stand still for those few seconds and the horror on the faces below her before her mind snapped back to the task at hand.
The ground approaching rapidly, she cranked her wrist back accelerating the bike as fast as it would go and bent her knees preparing for impact. With a sudden jolt her back tire hit and she leaned forward accelerating through her landing until her front wheel was on the ground too. She exhaled violently the breath she'd been holding and finally smiled realizing she'd made it in one piece and sped up, tearing on after Zamir.
"Holy fucking aye!" Weiss screamed out in awe watching with the rest of them as Irina landed and kept on going.
"Yeah!" He screamed pumping his fist into the air. "You fucking go! You bad-ass! Wahoo Irina!"
Sydney finally snapped out of it floored the car again and turned sharply, following pursuit again.
"Did you see that!? Did you just see that?" Weiss screamed excitedly hitting Vaughn's shoulder with his hand, as they couldn't believe they just saw, what they saw.
"Holy Mother of Mary!" Kendall finally exhaled having held his breath along with the rest of the crowd gathered at Ops watching the car chase. "I can't believe she made that!" He gasped turning white.
"Oh dear God!" Jack gasped clutching his hand to his heart with a mix of emotions. He was scared, and angry and elated and proud! "Sweet Jesus! She's insane!"
"She is rather remarkable." Sark shrugged with a smile. "She can do some pretty amazing things on a motorcycle."
"She's done this kind of thing before?" Jack's eyes went wide as they continued to tear up the street after them. Seeing Sark's amused look he screamed, "Wait! Don't answer that. I don't want to know what kind of insanity she's pulled and survived!"
So far today she'd done a number of them starting by jumping over a two story balcony into a tent…
"Oh you're mine now bastard!" Irina's eyes started watering from the wind and she crouched lower pushing the bike past 155 miles per hour.
They watched with baited breath on the satellite images as Irina's red body and bike moved at breakneck pace rapidly catching up to Zamir as she continued to weave through the oncoming traffic.
Steadily she held the bike with one hand again and aimed, firing at the back tire and successfully blowing it causing Zamir to swerve.
He was forced to slow and she was gaining on him fired again and took out the other back tire causing his car to fishtail wildly and slow rapidly until is went sideways and came to a sudden halt. Irina pressed hard onto the breaks and whipped her body weight to the side, her hair flying in cascades with the motion, sliding the bike sideways for almost a hundred feet on its tires before stopping. She pointed her gun at him as she continued straddling the bike 20 feet in front of Zamir and Sark with the van and Sydney in the car came flying up beside and behind them, blocking them in and his chance at escape as he stood gun in hand outside car.
"End of the road asshole!" Irina screamed at Zamir in Spanish as the police surrounded them all with guns pointed at Irina and Zamir as they were the ones with guns drawn on each other.
Jack started screaming 'CIA' with Vaughn, Dixon, Weiss, Sydney and himself holding up their badges for the police to see ordering them not to shoot anyone.
The policemen's eyes were wide in surprise and astonishment from having witnessed the incredible woman on the bike make the jump and slide into her stop.
"You're still a crazy bitch!" Zamir shook his head with a smile scanning her body and the entire length of her exposed leg, rapidly raising his gun to shoot Irina and her trigger finger was faster shooting the gun right out of his hand, leaving him screaming in pain and cursing loudly at her as she just sat on her red motorcycle, wild hair and smiling with dark eyes.
Dixon and Weiss with guns drawn rapidly approached Zamir and shoved him to the ground, cuffing his hands behind his back and kneeing him painfully into the pavement as his hand bled all over.
Irina waited to lower her gun until she was certain they had secured him.
*Unbelievable*
The Spanish police started whistling and cheering loudly, applauding for Irina in awe.
She used her red heel to kick back the stand and sat the bike upright again smiling and shaking her head listening to everyone as she flung her leg over the bike and turned to meet Jack and Sydney staring at her wide-eyed.
Slowly and with swaying hips for her audience she smiled her famous grin and walked toward her husband and daughter.
"That was fun." She smiled brightly at the look on Jack's face and then broke into giggles coming to stand before him, inches from him. His eyes roaming her body in the dress that was now his favorite.
"Mom…that was…totally insane! You're unbelievable!" Sydney went from shock and awe to all smiles laughing hysterically. "You're bleeding!" She suddenly noticed the blood running down her mother's arm.
"It's nothing." Irina smiled speaking softly and shrugging not even looking at the wound. "Just a graze."
Jack's eyebrows narrowed momentarily seeing the wound and then met her smiling eyes. "You almost gave me a heart-attack!"
"I'm sorry." She laughed, placing her hand on his chest, "Jack…I had little choice. It was try and jump it or die in a head on collision. I've done it once before…ramping off another car so it was worth a shot…" She gave him her best puppy dog eyes still smiling until she saw him take a deep breath and break into a small smile.
He grabbed her face with both hands, kissing her forcefully as more cheers went up. His tongue claiming her mouth in a short but intense kiss as the adrenaline still surged through their bodies, thanking 'God' she was still alive.
"I love you…my crazy wife!" He whispered into her face, relieved and she rubbed their noses together.
"Mom you have to teach me how to do that!" Sydney's eyes were wide with fascination and excitement, as the image of her mother on a motorcycle flying over her in a red dress would forever be imprinted in her mind.
"For what Sydney?" Irina's smile remained but her eyes were serious as she took hold of her daughter's arm and cupped her face. "You are leaving this life after we get Sloane, right?"
Sydney's face scrunched in disappointment. "Well yeah…but can't you still teach me?!"
Her mischievous smile returned and Jack rolled his eyes when Irina laughed and nodded.
"Not off cars!" She cupped Sydney's face with a serious face, before smiling. "But I suppose it wouldn't hurt to teach you how to jump them off ramps or something."
"Irina that was kick-ass!" Weiss came up with an enormous smile after securing Zamir, hugging her tightly with her arms to her body and making her wince from her wound.
"Stop that!" Sydney hit him with her hand seeing the look flash across her Mom's face. "She's been shot and your squeezing her!"
"Oh I'm sorry!" Weiss immediately released and saw the blood on her arm and now on his jacket sleeve. "I was just so flippin' excited after seeing you fly over us and land…I'm buzzing with adrenaline." He gave her an apologetic smile. "I've never seen 'anyone' ramp a motorcycle off a car, over another one and land it and keep going! That was just so kick-ass!"
Irina chuckled seeing how excited they were and had to admit it felt 'really good' to be back in the action…part of her was certainly going to miss it when she gave it up. But…she couldn't be a spy forever and her family was more important.
"You should have seen her when she ramped a motorbike off the roof of a 10 story building in Tokyo, onto the roof of the neighboring building, thirty feet away, when we were chasing a member of the Japanese Akuza who'd crossed us." Sark's eyes danced with sparkle as he gave her that little tight smile of his and everyone else looked at her in surprise.
"You ramped a motorcycle from one building to another?" Sydney's mouth hung open in awe, having done some crazy shit herself in her life but nothing like what it sounds her mother had been doing.
"I couldn't let him get away." Irina shrugged with a smile and Jack sighed, rolling his eyes and thanking 'God' she survived the last 20 years to make it back to him.
"That's it! We all have to go out for drinks after that insane chase!" Weiss declared with a serious tone then smiled at Irina breaking into a laugh clapping his hands, "That was so…fucking unbelievable! God woman you're insane! Now I know where Syd gets it!" He kept laughing, "She shoots out windows of 747s so they crash and jumps out with her parachute barely on and you ramp motorcycle off cars at over a 155 miles per hour!"
"With no helmet!" Jack scorned her with his eyebrows and everybody laughed.
"Sweetheart, there wasn't exactly time to steal his bike and his helmet." Irina laughed and her body shook, leaning over she kissed Jack's cheek, lacing their fingers. "Now…I would love a drink but I want to question Zamir first."
"No can do." Dixon walked up with a disappointed shrug. "Politics. Since Zamir is a wanted member of Al-Quada and apprehended in Spain, Spanish officials are booking him first. I just spoke with Kendall, and he said we can't see him until tomorrow morning at 11am."
Irina's eyebrows furrowed in disappointment. She knew how the politics of this situation went but she was anxious to find Sloane.
"Hey don't look so glum, chum." Weiss nudged her with a smile as they walked to the van, "You caught the bad guy. Now…let's go have that drink!"
"I have to stop and see my baby first!" Irina smiled warmly, missing her little girl already. She'd been left in the care of Carrie, 4 CIA agents and 4 Russian SVR agents…no one, was going to steal that baby out of their hotel room.
"And stitch your arm up." Jack looked at her arm, and grabbed a roll of gauze wrapping her arm.