amy lynn said:The rest of dinner Sydney spent watching Sloane carefully. She analyzed his every movement – every inflection of his voice and came to the conclusion that he was definitely hiding something big. His actions were reminiscent of every single SD-6 briefing she had been to after she found out the truth. Sloane may believe that he’s a good liar, but when you knew what to look for – he was the worst liar in the world.
But this bit I'm not 100% sure on - Sloane the worst liar (hmmm)
Sark was involved in an intense conversation with Jack. It seemed that he was not so thrilled with the possibility that Sloane was still controlling their actions. He wanted to take Sydney out of his house, and Sark believed that it was best to continue – but with a slightly altered plan.
“You are deliberately putting my daughter in danger if you stay.” Jack’s tone clearly stated – I’m right and don’t mess with me. But Sark had never feared that tone.
“If we leave, we lose every chance of figuring out what Sloane is up to.”
“If you don’t leave, you could both die.” This time, Jack sounded almost like he was pleading with Sark. It was the thought of Sydney in danger that did that to Jack, just like when they had spoke in Sark’s CIA cell – the night that Sydney had almost been taken from him.
There was silence on both lines as the two men took in to consideration the words that were just uttered.
Sark’s voice interrupted the pregnant pause as he stated quietly, “I know. But we’ve run that risk for most of our lives.”
Jack nodded on the other end of the line, “I know. But Sydney is my daughter. I never wanted her to become a part of this life.”
Sark laughed, “Then why Project Christmas?”
“I don’t have to explain my actions to you, Sark.” Jack’s voice was cool as ice. Again, it was the don’t-mess-with-me tone.
“Of course, you just do things without asking anybody as long as they suit your purposes. Well you won’t change my mind, or Sydney’s mind.”
Jack sighed heavily. “My daughter is stubborn, I know this well. But you are supposed to be her voice of reason. She can’t be thinking clearly.”
“And she has a good reason for that. She wants her memories back. Speaking of which, have we found out anything about this painter, Nicolaro, or about Dante?” No more personal stuff. It was back to business.
“Weiss and Vaughn are still looking into it. So far, they have found a few passages that could work. But nothing has been located regarding this painter – though we are still looking into it.”
“Good. Another thing; Sloane will most likely plant some false leads that he expects us to check out, since he planned on us bugging the phone line. Maybe you should put Weiss or Vaughn on that too. If we make it look like we’re taking the bait, Sloane may not suspect anything.” Sark’s phone beeped a warning at him. “I should go; long conversations could be dangerous here. I’ll contact you later this evening. If you don’t hear from me by midnight, than assume that something is wrong.”
Both men hung up the phone without another word. It was implied that Jack understood his last statement and would take it seriously.
You nailed Jack well - yah!
Sloane continued, “I’d like to introduce you to an associate of mine, Lauren Reed.”
Oh my god!!!!!!!
Sloane sort of reminds me here of David Carradine's Bill in "Kill Bill". Evil and ruthless and totally, smugly satisfied with himself and thinking how great he is and how easy this will be. It's kind of creepy and I hate him at the same time; nice characterization.There was a time when Sloane had thought of Sydney as his own daughter. There was also a time when he had considered Sark and Irina Derevko his full partners. Those times had most definitely passed. It gave him great pleasure to ruin their lives – and even greater pleasure to know that he was so close to Rambaldi’s endgame. He could hardly contain his excitement. But he did, just to string them along a little longer.
Oh, you evil b*stard, you. What a delusional creep and, yet, so very Sloane.Sloane nodded, appreciating her candor. It was pure Sydney Bristow to see everything so clear-cut, so black and white. He could play along with that – to dangle freedom before her eyes, only to take it away.
Ha. This is going to be pop-culture inspired review today. This whole passage reminds of that time in "Top Gun" where Tom Cruise says something sarcastic/faintly threatening to Val Kilmer and Val Kilmer just goes up to him and smacks his teeth together. Like..., Lauren?? That is so like her to just...hiss. Like the catty, uninspired little lapcat she is. And wouldn't that be nice if Sark did kill her? Violently, if possible. :hint:: ::hint:Sark looked over at her, his lip twitching in amusement. “If I wanted to, I could kill you right now. I wouldn’t even need to use my gun. Your threats are useless on me.”
Lauren hissed in response, she actually hissed.
Uh, oh. Starting to remember. And what, I wonder, will this lead to...???She looked into tired blue eyes, set in a haggard face with a purple bruise on his cheek. The unruly blond hair had been shaved.
She looked into the face of Sark.
Huh. Well, it may be a bit too late in the day for that, huh? Seriously, I felt a little bad for Vaughn and his "self-less" acts but then I remembered who I was feeling sorry for. Loved, as always, your Jack and Weiss which are spot-on.Jack could only hope that Sydney had not done anything too impulsive.