A DEATH IN KASHMIR

OK I think I know whats going on. Did she plant a traking divice? if she did who is it going to? the CIA, her house? who I want to know
 
But there aren't anymore chapters yet!!!!!!! what someone is traking her? but she put it in herself? oh hang on did someone else that isn't supposed to get the other end get it like....slone?
 
Kylo4 is on vacation...darn. I haven't heard a word or the next chapter. Be patient. Will catch you up with 2 chapters at the same time.
 
C'mon! I want more! I usually read this at the CIA_Headquarters but I barely go there! I think I'll start reading it here plus I don't think Chapter 5 was posted at the Headquarters either! Irina rox!
 
Oh yes you were. I know I PM'd you. My problem is that kylo4 is on vacation I think. The promised 6th chapter is supposed to be kylo4's. So please hang in there.
 
Well, it's been almost a week since I last left a message. SO I'm going to do the 6th chapter. I suppose there could be computer problems at the Kylo4 end, but I haven't had an email or anything...hopefully in a day or so...the 6th AND 7th chapters.
 
OK, my co-writer has been gone 2 1/2 weeks, so here are two chapters at once. :cool:

CHAPTER 6
PHONE CALL

Sydney looked at the General as they left the terminal. “What issues are you talking about?”

The father of Irina Derevko had a serious look on his face. “Let’s get in the car first and I discuss it then.”

Five minutes later, Sydney was maneuvering the car through traffic toward Paris. Once on the freeway, she said, “Okay, Grandfather, what’s wrong?”

“It’s your mother and Mrs. Vaughn. Irina was extremely distraught over the circumstances of having to deal with Mrs. Vaughn at the wedding. She knows she needs to talk to her, but she didn’t feel it was the right time. You’re marrying Vaughn here just for her sake. She didn’t want to detract from the celebration.”

Sydney nodded. “Yes, I know she was perturbed. I told her that she could or could not talk to Ginny—Mrs.Vaughn. But I had to invite her. Michael didn’t have family here. It didn’t seem fair that he had no one.”

The General nodded. “I see.” He frowned. “The other issue involves you, the CIA and SVR.”

She grinned. “Hummm! You think the two intelligence agencies are worried? I have resigned from CIA. Michael and I are going to make our home in Virginia. He’s been transferred. I’m only interested in being a housewife and – mother.”

“Aha, grandchildren for Irina and Jack. And if I live long enough, great grandchildren.” He chuckled. “I never thought that would happen.”

“Count on it. BUT we have a big problem,” Sydney said. “Four hours ago, mother and Michael disappeared. We’ve been looking all over Paris. The police won’t do anything for 24 hours.”

“What? You mean you let me prattle on about my issues when this happened?”

“We have no clue about their whereabouts. Dad is going crazy and I’m trying my best not to lose control.” She turned the car into the hotel parking lot. They got out. The General picked up his bag from the rear seat. “It’s a little scary.”

Once upstairs, Jack introduced his father-in-law to those in the room The CIA agents were impressed, not only by his height but his bearing. He was a formidable figure and a little fierce looking. Jack detailed everything they had done to locate the missing pair.
“It is three o’clock,” said the General. “I am going to alert my chief agent here to be on call.”

“Thanks.” Jack said.

There was a knock at the door. Carrie Flinkman was the closest, so she opened it. It was Ginny Vaughn. She looked at everyone, but didn’t see the one person she wanted to see, her son, Michael.

“Where is Michael?” She looked at Jack. Then she noticed the formidable presence of General Probukov. “My!”

“Sorry, Ginny,” said Jack. “This is General Mikhail Probukov, my wife’s father.”

“You are certainly a tall one.” She smiled tentatively.

“I’m pleased to meet you,” he responded with a warm smile.

She looked at Jack, “Well, where is he?”

“Ginny, I think you’d better sit down.” When she had done so, Jack took one of her hands in his. “I’ve some bad news. Both Michael and Irina are missing. We’ve checked everywhere from here to the airport. We’re checking all of the hospitals in Paris as well. Still there has been no indication there was any accident. His rental car is also missing. The police won’t look for them until 24 hours have passed.”

She was shocked. “That woman – she didn’t --?” Then she realized that both Sydney and the General were standing close by. “Oh dear…” She turned red, knowing she had possibly made a faux pas.

Sydney knelt in front of her and took her hand. “Mrs. Vaughn, I’m very worried too. After all Michael and I,” she looked at her watch, “were supposed to be married an hour from now.”

Ginny burst into tears. “Oh dear,” she stood and pulled Sydney into her arms. “I am so sorry. Of course you are frantic.”

“General,” said Jack, “I think you’d better alert your agent.”

“Phone?”

“Use the one in the bedroom.”

By midnight every contingency had been covered: police, hospitals, urgent care centers – all within a hundred miles of the center. Still nothing. Jack was exhausted as was Sydney who was bearing up as well as anyone could under the circumstances. They had sent Mrs. Vaughn to bed, arranged for a room for the General close by, and told everyone to get some rest. There was no guarantee that they would get much if something broke. Jack had already arranged for two teams: a strike if needed would be himself, Sydney and Dixon. The home team would be Marshall, Carrie and Will as the analyst. He had notified CIA in Langley for permission to use satellite coverage if needed. The General had notified SVR headquarters as well as his agent in Paris. They were to cooperate fully with the CIA and vice versa.

Jack bid Mikhail good night and closed the door, just as his cell phone rang. He flipped it open, was about to say something, when his face went white. Sydney was at his side instantly. Both of them heard two shots…then a man’s voice saying

“Drop the gun. On your knees and put your hands behind your head!”

There was a pause. Jack and Sydney could hear a thump as though someone had done just that. Then the voice spoke again, louder this time…

“Where’s the other?” No answer. Then, “Mister you better give up. We have the woman. We shoot her if you don’t.”

Then from a distance, they heard Vaughn, “All right.”

Moments later there was activity and the accented voice spoke a foreign language. Jack looked at Sydney who was concentrating. Then there was silence.”

“What?” said Jack.

“I’m not that sure, but I think Pakistani—or close by.”

“What did he say?”

“To secure them hands and feet so they won’t be able to escape again.”

Jack touched his phone. “Damn, I can’t access. The other phone is still open. Get Marshall.”

Five minutes later, Marshall wearing a bathrobe stood in front of Jack who was giving him instructions. The shorter man nodded, turned and ran out of the room He was back almost at once carrying his high-powered laptop which was never out of his sight for long. He hacked into the phone company, back tracked the call, and looked at Jack. “Florence, Italy.”

Sydney gasped. “Mom has an apartment in Florence.”

“Then, that’s where we’re going—now!” Jack said.

CHAPTER SEVEN
FLIGHT

It was hot inside the truck. Both Irina and Vaughn had had nothing to eat or drink since their capture. They hadn’t said much either to one another. Each was conserving their energy and strength since there wasn’t much they could do. The truck had stopped once for fuel, but they had been offered nothing.

Irina knew they had traveled south towards Rome, then the truck turned east. She wondered where they were being taken. It kept getting warmer inside. She knew the sun was up by now. God, she was hungry and thirsty! She looked at Vaughn.

“How’s your arm?”

“OK, burns a little, but not too painful.” He sighed. “Where do you think we are?”

“Heading east toward the Adriatic Sea.” Can you roll over on your right side? I want to look at your watch. I think we need to know the time.”

“Sure.” He rolled over, so his left wrist was toward her. She scooted over toward him, leaning as much as she could to see. “And--?”

There was barely enough light inside the truck. It was nearly six-thirty. “Thanks.” She told him the time. “I’m hungry and thirsty.” She glanced over at the body, which lay near the door where his friends had tossed him. “I hope we stop soon.”

“Why?”

“The man I shot is in rigor mortis now.”

Vaughn understood. “Say, why did you rush off to the livingroom when you knew they burst through the door any minute?”

“My cell phone was there. I punched Jack’s number.”

“Did he answer?”

She shook her head. “I dropped it as they came inside. I barely had time to get off two shots. I just hope he heard everything and could trace the call.”

Vaughn pushed himself back into a sitting position as the truck started slowing down. In a half a minute, it had stopped. He looked at her. She shrugged. Then the rear door rolled up and a bright day appeared, almost blinding them. Irina blinked several times. One man jumped up and with a knife, slashed through the tape around their ankles.

Pulling Irina up, he said, “Get out.” He bent down and pulled Vaughn up. “You too.”

Both stood swaying at the doorway, trying to feel something in their feet. The man pushed Vaughn, who stumbled, then fell out of the truck. Irina quickly sat down, then jumped, landing on both feet with a slight stagger. Glancing about her, she saw an airplane only a few feet away. The man in charge helped Vaughn up.

“This way.” He shoved Irina toward the plane.

When they entered, a man stood in the aisle waiting. He was tall, dark and definitely the man she had met on the plane trip. She had been right in her suspicion that they would meet again. And now, she recognized the accent. It was middle-eastern. The engine on the plane started up.

“Ahh, Colonel Derevko, so nice to meet you again.”

“You have me at a disadvantage. You know my name, but I don’t know yours.”

“Pardon my manners. I am Mohammad Kabir. I was the brother of Akbad Kabir who was killed by CIA agents a couple of months ago.” He looked at Vaughn. “I believe you were one of the two men who killed him.”

Vaughn looked at him and thought, “So it wasn’t Irina they wanted.” He said nothing.

“Revenge? Is this the reason for you to kidnap us?” said Irina.

“No. My brother gave away our money to Arvin Sloane and I want it back—all forty million.”

Irina smothered a gasp. “Forty million? You expect to get that kind of money for us?”

Suddenly he lashed out with hand, catching her across the face. She lost her balance and fell over the armrest of seat. By sheer will, she kept herself from falling onto the floor.

“Do you take me for a fool? I know who you are. I know how wealthy you are. I think your son and daughter will pay for you, their mother, and for him, her fiancé. And you will help me get it. But first, we take you to a place where they won’t find you.” He looked at the two men. “Secure them in seats across the aisle from one another.”

“Could we have some water?” Asked Vaughn.

“Give them one cup only.” He stalked into the cockpit, out of sight.

The plane took off. One of the men came with a cup of water for Irina. Her arms were tied to the armrests, as were Vaughn’s. He held the cup while she drank. Her body cried out for more, but he took the empty cup away, filling it and then giving it to Vaughn. When he was finished drinking, the man still not saying a word turned and left them. Vaughn was across the aisle from Irina.

“Can you see anything out the window?”

“Yes, we’re over water now, heading east.” She said.

“Where do you think we’re headed?”

“I think Kashmir.” Irina murmured. She was not happy about that supposition. The province was located at the top of India with Pakistan on border and Nepal on the other side. Kashmir was almost an independent country, even though it was part of India. The infamous Khyber Pass was in the province. She had been there before, twice. She wondered if Mohammad knew. She also knew there was no airfield of any significance in the area. Kashmir was very mountainous.

“Why?”

“Didn’t Akbar hold Sydney prisoner there? I would think Mohammad inherited when his brother was killed.”

“I was afraid you were going to say that.” Vaughn sighed, remembering the night he and Dixon had entered the castle stronghold. Faulty Intel had led to Sydney’s being captured. She told him later that Sloane had been there also.

Time droned on as they flew further and further East. The plane landed once for fuel, then left immediately. No one but the pilot left the plane. Food was distributed among their captors, but the prisoners were given nothing. Both had a ferocious hunger by now.

They had been missing twenty-eight hours.
 
"Marshall wearing a bathroom" ??? ummm...I take it that Marshall wasn't actually wearing a bathroom...

"I think your son and daughter will pay for you, their mother, and for him, her fiancé"...who is the son...I think I may have misunderstood that part...

"Mohammad inherited when"...it...

Sorry... I was in editor mode...

An amazing story. I'm so glad that you decided to post more of it!!! This is...wow...undescribable!!!! I'm absolutely in love with how you have portrayed Irina, and Jack!!!

Keep up the amazing work!!!
 
K. Ackles Posted on Jun 15 2003, 08:39 AM
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"Marshall wearing a bathroom" ??? ummm...I take it that Marshall wasn't actually wearing a bathroom...

"I think your son and daughter will pay for you, their mother, and for him, her fiancé"...who is the son...I think I may have misunderstood that part...

"Mohammad inherited when"...it...

Ooops no it was bathrobe. Have to go and edit that. I wrote Chapter Six in an hour last night just before posting it at another site. :asleep: Should have checked it again this morning. :rolleyes:

Son and daughter...previous stories I wrote indicate that Irina had a son, born after she left the U.S. check out
my stories Double Cross and Cross Over.

Akbar Kabir was in Firebomb. He was killed when Vaughn and Dixon rescued Sydney.

Glad you liked it.

:cool:
 
wauw, great story thanks for finally updating it i'm amazed i love it.but who is the son?????????????i'm thinking sark but it doesn't matter as long as you will keep the story as good as it is now.
 
LightTraveller Posted on Jun 15 2003, 11:53 AM
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wauw, great story thanks for finally updating it i'm amazed i love it.but who is the son?????????????i'm thinking sark but it doesn't matter as long as you will keep the story as good as it is now. 

Yes. Sark...see my stories as I told K. Ackles above.
:cool:
 
Thank you for posting the next to chapters lenafan!!! I kept reading the first 5 chapters over and over until you posted!! Thank you!! :smiley:
 
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