IrinaDerevko
Cadet
Ok, this is my first fan fic, so if there's errors and stuff...that's why.
Also, I don't own any of these characters, I just write about them.
One last thing...this goes along with ep.19 Endgame.
GLAD YOU'RE BACK
Irina leaned forward onto the cold metal table, wincing in pain from the wound in her left arm. The words she had spoken, only a few days ago, rang in her ears. WE both had to make sacrifices. She wiped a tear from her eye. She never wanted to leave her cell at the CIA, or Sydney. Or even Jack. But she was doing this for them.
Arvin stepped into the room. Irina sat up straight again, pretending to write something down. "We lost Caplan," he began. "But he decoded the database. Sark is looking for the DNA now." Irina nodded absentmindedly. "Are you alright?" he asked in a softer tone. She ignored the question.
"Have they found us? The CIA, I mean."
"No."
"Good."
Sloane nodded and left the room. Little did he know, of course, that the CIA was closer to finding them than he believed.
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Sydney tapped her pen against her notebook and bit her nail. Finding this warehouse Irina, Sloane, and Sark were in was harder than it seemed. Suddenly, her cell phone rang.
"Hello?"
"It's me," Vaughn answered. "We found the warehouse. Your dad wants you to come in."
Sydney breathed a silent sigh of relief. "Ok."
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Irina finished cleaning up. She was exhausted, having to serve dinner to both Sloane and Sark. Sark wasn't the problem, though--it was Sloane. Belching, talking with his mouth full...Sydney had better manners when she was four. She sat at her table again, and put her head down. Closing her eyes, she thought back to the old days--Sydney learning to ride her bicycle, decorating the Christmas tree, and the toaster. Oh yes,she could never forget the toaster. She soon fell asleep with a smile on her face.
Gunshots came in the middle of the night. Sydney and Vaughn were taking down guards left and right. Sark, Irina, and Sloane were sleeping. Searching the first floor, they found nothing. They quickly climbed to the second floor. Sydney opened a door at the end of the hall. She stepped into a dark, well-furnished room. She saw something lying on the bed. She walked over to it, and saw Sloane. She stood looking at him for a moment. Sydney saw he wasn't breathing. Grabbing his wrist, she checked his pulse.
Also, I don't own any of these characters, I just write about them.
One last thing...this goes along with ep.19 Endgame.
GLAD YOU'RE BACK
Irina leaned forward onto the cold metal table, wincing in pain from the wound in her left arm. The words she had spoken, only a few days ago, rang in her ears. WE both had to make sacrifices. She wiped a tear from her eye. She never wanted to leave her cell at the CIA, or Sydney. Or even Jack. But she was doing this for them.
Arvin stepped into the room. Irina sat up straight again, pretending to write something down. "We lost Caplan," he began. "But he decoded the database. Sark is looking for the DNA now." Irina nodded absentmindedly. "Are you alright?" he asked in a softer tone. She ignored the question.
"Have they found us? The CIA, I mean."
"No."
"Good."
Sloane nodded and left the room. Little did he know, of course, that the CIA was closer to finding them than he believed.
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Sydney tapped her pen against her notebook and bit her nail. Finding this warehouse Irina, Sloane, and Sark were in was harder than it seemed. Suddenly, her cell phone rang.
"Hello?"
"It's me," Vaughn answered. "We found the warehouse. Your dad wants you to come in."
Sydney breathed a silent sigh of relief. "Ok."
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Irina finished cleaning up. She was exhausted, having to serve dinner to both Sloane and Sark. Sark wasn't the problem, though--it was Sloane. Belching, talking with his mouth full...Sydney had better manners when she was four. She sat at her table again, and put her head down. Closing her eyes, she thought back to the old days--Sydney learning to ride her bicycle, decorating the Christmas tree, and the toaster. Oh yes,she could never forget the toaster. She soon fell asleep with a smile on her face.
Gunshots came in the middle of the night. Sydney and Vaughn were taking down guards left and right. Sark, Irina, and Sloane were sleeping. Searching the first floor, they found nothing. They quickly climbed to the second floor. Sydney opened a door at the end of the hall. She stepped into a dark, well-furnished room. She saw something lying on the bed. She walked over to it, and saw Sloane. She stood looking at him for a moment. Sydney saw he wasn't breathing. Grabbing his wrist, she checked his pulse.
Hey, not bad for the first fiction. Now what, with Sloane dead, who's the villain? Just wondering.