On the Hunt
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Well well well, here it is, hidden under all the cobwebs and dust and grime *blows away dust and wipes away grime* heres my pretty little tale. I was beginging to wonder where I had put it.
Now I know I have been away for a very long time, since before the end of last year as a matter of fact and most of the people I have on my pm list who asked for PMs have long since forgotten my little attempt at Fanfiction, but i would like to think there are some of you who remember and would appreciate an update.
My lack of work on here was due to an over abundance of ideas and posting on another site of mine that I love and RP on as three different characters, We are currently in a hiatus over there since for most people its their holidays and they wont be able to post as often anyway.
So I thought I'd come back here and try to re-awaken my passion for Alias fics... not that hard to do really, sit and watch two whole seasons of alias and suddnely you have an over ridding need to be on your computer typing till your finger tips bleed.
I hope you can forgive my over extended leave and come back to enjoy the rest of my story, which by the way does have a sequel but I'm not posting it till this one is done! Technically in the world of alias nothing is ever done or put to bed so to speak but hey I'm gonna try.
So my lovelies! my lords ladies gents... yadda yadda yadda... Here it is... FINALLY LOL hehehe
Chapter Twenty-Two
“Grinsky is taking a very long nap.”
“Good.”
“So why did you want the little weasel dead?”
“Now that he’s gone the Man can move back into Stockholm.”
“Ahh the old kill off the competition manuver, very affective.”
“The Man thinks so.”
“Anyone else you need cold slabbing? You know I’m getting bored with Black Sparrow sending me here there and everywhere just to give me something to do, she seems to think I need to get culture or something.”
“You do need culture Nike.”
“If you say so boss.”
“I need you to be in Geneva in two days Nike; I’ll give you details when you arrive.”
“Wonderful I like to keep busy.”
“Hmm.”
“I hear the Man is pissed at the Covenant, this isn’t a turf war this is personal.”
“You hear what I tell you to listen to Nike.”
“Aye Boss.”
“Keep your phone handy.”
Click; Beep beep beep.
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“Irina Derevko! Jack have you lost your mind!” Michael almost shouted at him.
Jack turned dark stormy eyes on him and the young Agent thought he had pushed the last of his luck.
“She is Sydney’s mother and though her motives have always been suspect in this one thing I trust her completely, she would never hurt Sydney, she would rather die.”
Michael saw the conviction on the older mans face and nodded, as long as he didn’t have to deal with Irina it was fine.
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Jack went home that night and collapsed onto his couch, kicking off his shoes and pinching the bridge of his nose, how to get in touch with Irina without setting off alarm bells.
Enlisting the help of Mr Vaughn had been essential; he needed the younger man to keep his eyes and ears on the NSC and on the CIA.
He wasn’t sure if he was hungry or not, he didn’t feel like eating. Jack pulled out his lap top and set it up on the coffee table.
From: blackbird_4_ID
To: LBID_4_JB
Sweetheart,
I’ve been missing you, I found some of your things the other day, some books and I started thinking about that trip we took to Prague. With the little coffee shop you said had the best coffee you had ever tasted.
Do you remember that work dinner we went to and we were introduced to Robert Lindsey? Well apparently he’s been transferred to my office, needless to say I’ve been doing my best to steer clear, I know what you thought of him.
I haven’t heard anything from my people about the house, but I don’t expect to hear anything for a week or so.
Let me know how your business trip goes, I’ve been meaning to call but I’ve been caught up in meetings with clients and I know you have a busy schedual.
Maybe later in the week when things slow down we can meet up for coffee, Prague sound ok? I have a trip to Hamburg on Wednesday; let me know what you think.
Hope to hear from you soon,
Stay safe
Blackbird.
He closed the computer and flopped back in the chair closing his eyes he rested for a moment, he didn’t know if Irina would understand what he was saying but she was smart enough to pick up the clues.
Jack loosened his tie some more and ran his hands over his face.
If he was going to be going over seas he needed a credible excuse to give to Kendal.
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“So who’s in Geneva?”
“Julius Mansfield, he owns a hotel and is keeping a safety deposit box secure for a Covenant executive. I want what’s in that box.”
“I don’t know if I can pull that off boss… killing people is easy… but robbing a hotel that probably has security tighter then a Vegas casino is gonna be a lot harder.”
“That’s why I’m sending Black sparrow.”
“Oh come on, sparrow… Boss come on… that’s cruel and unusual torture, not even the mother land would make me put up with the sparrow.”
“Do you want to get paid Nike?” Irina snapped sharply.
Nike rolled her eyes and shoved her hand deeper in her pocket, “Da boss, I like money.”
“Then I suggest you be at the Hotel royal tomorrow morning, Black sparrow will meet you there.”
“Aye Boss… just one question?”
“Yes Nike?”
“Do you think this time I can collect the goods and she can pretend to throw a fit?”
Click; Beep beep beep.
“It wouldn’t kill you to be a little polite.” Nike hung up the phone and looked around the busy street; she spotted a taxi and hailed it down.
Please, read review and enjoy, let me know what you think. I should have a few more chapters written and ready for you by tomorrow.
And for those of you interested in my other Fic "Family Secrets." I'll ferret it out and see what I can do
Love you all, thanks for sticking around.
Now I know I have been away for a very long time, since before the end of last year as a matter of fact and most of the people I have on my pm list who asked for PMs have long since forgotten my little attempt at Fanfiction, but i would like to think there are some of you who remember and would appreciate an update.
My lack of work on here was due to an over abundance of ideas and posting on another site of mine that I love and RP on as three different characters, We are currently in a hiatus over there since for most people its their holidays and they wont be able to post as often anyway.
So I thought I'd come back here and try to re-awaken my passion for Alias fics... not that hard to do really, sit and watch two whole seasons of alias and suddnely you have an over ridding need to be on your computer typing till your finger tips bleed.
I hope you can forgive my over extended leave and come back to enjoy the rest of my story, which by the way does have a sequel but I'm not posting it till this one is done! Technically in the world of alias nothing is ever done or put to bed so to speak but hey I'm gonna try.
So my lovelies! my lords ladies gents... yadda yadda yadda... Here it is... FINALLY LOL hehehe
Chapter Twenty-Two
“Grinsky is taking a very long nap.”
“Good.”
“So why did you want the little weasel dead?”
“Now that he’s gone the Man can move back into Stockholm.”
“Ahh the old kill off the competition manuver, very affective.”
“The Man thinks so.”
“Anyone else you need cold slabbing? You know I’m getting bored with Black Sparrow sending me here there and everywhere just to give me something to do, she seems to think I need to get culture or something.”
“You do need culture Nike.”
“If you say so boss.”
“I need you to be in Geneva in two days Nike; I’ll give you details when you arrive.”
“Wonderful I like to keep busy.”
“Hmm.”
“I hear the Man is pissed at the Covenant, this isn’t a turf war this is personal.”
“You hear what I tell you to listen to Nike.”
“Aye Boss.”
“Keep your phone handy.”
Click; Beep beep beep.
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“Irina Derevko! Jack have you lost your mind!” Michael almost shouted at him.
Jack turned dark stormy eyes on him and the young Agent thought he had pushed the last of his luck.
“She is Sydney’s mother and though her motives have always been suspect in this one thing I trust her completely, she would never hurt Sydney, she would rather die.”
Michael saw the conviction on the older mans face and nodded, as long as he didn’t have to deal with Irina it was fine.
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Jack went home that night and collapsed onto his couch, kicking off his shoes and pinching the bridge of his nose, how to get in touch with Irina without setting off alarm bells.
Enlisting the help of Mr Vaughn had been essential; he needed the younger man to keep his eyes and ears on the NSC and on the CIA.
He wasn’t sure if he was hungry or not, he didn’t feel like eating. Jack pulled out his lap top and set it up on the coffee table.
From: blackbird_4_ID
To: LBID_4_JB
Sweetheart,
I’ve been missing you, I found some of your things the other day, some books and I started thinking about that trip we took to Prague. With the little coffee shop you said had the best coffee you had ever tasted.
Do you remember that work dinner we went to and we were introduced to Robert Lindsey? Well apparently he’s been transferred to my office, needless to say I’ve been doing my best to steer clear, I know what you thought of him.
I haven’t heard anything from my people about the house, but I don’t expect to hear anything for a week or so.
Let me know how your business trip goes, I’ve been meaning to call but I’ve been caught up in meetings with clients and I know you have a busy schedual.
Maybe later in the week when things slow down we can meet up for coffee, Prague sound ok? I have a trip to Hamburg on Wednesday; let me know what you think.
Hope to hear from you soon,
Stay safe
Blackbird.
He closed the computer and flopped back in the chair closing his eyes he rested for a moment, he didn’t know if Irina would understand what he was saying but she was smart enough to pick up the clues.
Jack loosened his tie some more and ran his hands over his face.
If he was going to be going over seas he needed a credible excuse to give to Kendal.
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“So who’s in Geneva?”
“Julius Mansfield, he owns a hotel and is keeping a safety deposit box secure for a Covenant executive. I want what’s in that box.”
“I don’t know if I can pull that off boss… killing people is easy… but robbing a hotel that probably has security tighter then a Vegas casino is gonna be a lot harder.”
“That’s why I’m sending Black sparrow.”
“Oh come on, sparrow… Boss come on… that’s cruel and unusual torture, not even the mother land would make me put up with the sparrow.”
“Do you want to get paid Nike?” Irina snapped sharply.
Nike rolled her eyes and shoved her hand deeper in her pocket, “Da boss, I like money.”
“Then I suggest you be at the Hotel royal tomorrow morning, Black sparrow will meet you there.”
“Aye Boss… just one question?”
“Yes Nike?”
“Do you think this time I can collect the goods and she can pretend to throw a fit?”
Click; Beep beep beep.
“It wouldn’t kill you to be a little polite.” Nike hung up the phone and looked around the busy street; she spotted a taxi and hailed it down.
Please, read review and enjoy, let me know what you think. I should have a few more chapters written and ready for you by tomorrow.
And for those of you interested in my other Fic "Family Secrets." I'll ferret it out and see what I can do
Love you all, thanks for sticking around.
ALIAS_chick
Cadet
youve updated. YAY!
great update.
great update.
sydneymicheal
Cadet
So glad you updated...
Loved the chapter.
Thanks for the pm.
Can't wait for more.
Loved the chapter.
Thanks for the pm.
Can't wait for more.
AliasSydney502
Cadet
omg, i hadnt realized it'd been that long... i guess thats what reading all janet's fics will do to you. hahah.
great update, i cant belive i still remember this plot.. hah, lol
Nike's so funny
great update, i cant belive i still remember this plot.. hah, lol
Nike's so funny
LOL whats more amazing is that I remember heehehe. I'm glad you like Nike, I have another fic were she isnt so likeable... well ok shes likeable just a lot darker and meaner.
Well anyways, Im amazed so many people came back and reviewed! Im in Shock!
see! complete shock that you all came back. Thank you so very much for your support and kind words and of course i loved your reviews.I should have most of today to myself *crosses fingers and prays* so I should be able to bring you a new chapter before this afternoon.
I hope you keep enjoying my work and reviewing, it always gives me a warm fuzzy feeling.
Love you all!!
littleangel
Cadet
woah you updated 
:lol:
So what is Irina planning?
great update and don't make us wait so long for the next one
thanks for the pm
:lol: So what is Irina planning?
:lol: well maybe it could, who knows?
great update and don't make us wait so long for the next one
thanks for the pm
MARY!!! LOOK Every one!!! Marys here!!! *leaps and hugs* I've missed you angel!! Where have you been?
Well since my number one fan has returned and given me a stella review I'm going to give you another chapter!
Chapter Twenty-Three
Irina read over the e-mail from her husband and made several notes on a pad, Robert Lindsey, obviously a man with connections that Irina was to avoid at all costs, if Jack was steering clear of him it meant that Lindsey had connections that went higher then the CIA, probably NSC or higher, she’d look into him and cover her tracks better, they were probably looking for her and the first place they would start would be with Jack, he was after all her husband.
The next note was on the coffee shop and Prague, Irina couldn’t remember a coffee shop they had gone to, she remembered the book shop. Jack was also suggesting a trip to Prague to catch up, he was trying to trip up anyone who was looking for her, he said coffee shop, he meant book shop, he wanted to meet her at the book shop in Prague.
She wondered briefly if they still sold first addition books.
He still hadn’t heard anything about Sydney or where she might be; he had his contacts looking into it and didn’t expect to hear from any of them for a week.
Irina sighed and sat back in her chair, she too had her people looking into it, a missing CIA agent wasn’t something they normally poured their energies into but when The Man told them to do something few of them said no.
Her phone buzzed and she answered it.
“Ms Derevko, Colonel Rivenkish is here.” Said the soft voice on the other end, she was at her office building in Moscow, a huge tenement style building of apartments, she owned the building and allowed the families of her employees to live there, her office was on the top floor in a large loft like apartment.
“Thank you Anushka, let him in.” she said to the young woman who watched her door for her, she was almost an assistant and Irina paid her well for taking care of the small matters that she sometimes couldn’t take care of herself.
“Da Ms Derevko.” Said the timid voice, Irina heard the door to the office click and hung up the phone, out side of the office door she could see the small table she had set up for Anushka as well as the rest of the apartment, spacious and roomy which was unlike most Russian apartment buildings. The kitchen and large living area spread out from the office; down a short hall way were a bed room and a bathroom.
“Colonel.” Irina smiled at him benignly and gestured for him to come in.
“Anushka I’d like a coffee please.” Irina called looking around the wiry Colonel.
“Da Ms Derevko.” She smiled and shut the door behind herself.
“Please Colonel, sit.” Irina smiled and stood up from behind her desk, she walked around it trailing her fingers over its edges.
He sat gingerly looking around the deep richly decorated office of his employers second in command and then looked at her, the stunning woman in her early fifties was said to be ruthless in her dealings.
Irina lent against the desk and smiled at him her long hair falling behind her shoulders, her dark chocolate eyes boring into the man and keeping him unsettled, the fact that she hadn’t yet spoken to him kept him edgy, she liked to keep her people on their toes.
“Colonel, you’ve worked for me for three years now.” She stated softly.
“Da, Da Ms Derevko three years.” He smiled, unsure of where the conversation was going.
“In those three years I’ve never had a bad report about your performance… but now… now I’m hearing rumours.” She left the sentence hang, left him scurrying to flip through his mental roller-dex to find what she was talking about.
“Wha…What rumours?” he stammered, nervously straightening his uniform jacket.
“Rumours that concern a certain former KGB officer… sent to the US on assignment, supposedly the head of a criminal cartel, I don’t like to hear my name brought up in conversation Alain.” She said pushing herself off the desk and narrowing her eyes at him.
“Ms Derevko I can assure you that it is just talk, your name came up as part of a routine file check; I can assure you no one in the SVR…”
She held up a hand and he stopped talking, almost snapping his mouth shut.
“Stop them talking about me Alain, do whatever is necessary… Am I clear, my work is to important to be thrown away on someone’s inability to keep their mouth shut.” She glared at him.
“Da Ms Derevko, of course, right away.” He nodded standing up.
“Good.” She smiled and pressed a button inlaid in her desk.
“One last thing Colonel.” She said as he turned to leave and the door behind him opened to reveal a man that had to be at least seven foot tall, built like a walking wall of muscle.
“There are rumours concerning my sister… Ye’Katerina… I want them to stop.” She said as the large muscle bound man walked into the room.
“I assure you…” the Colonel started but he was stopped by the large man grabbing him by the back of the jacket and shoving him towards the window Irina had left open.
The Colonel was shoved out the window, laid flat on his back and pushed so he was hanging over the edge.
“You were saying Colonel?” Irina asked softly.
“I’ll stop them… your sister, I sent her on assignment, no more rumours, none, I swear.” He hollered.
“Good.” Irina smiled and he was pulled back inside.
“I’ll be keeping my eye on you Alain.” She reminded him as he staggered back, his face flushed.
He nodded unable to speak and ran from the room.
“Did you have to hold him out the window Marcus?” Irina asked looking at her body guard.
“It made a statement Ms Irina.” He grinned; Anushka came into the room at that point with the mug of coffee for Irina.
Irina took the mug with a smile and looked to the towering man, “He may become a complication, have him followed, if he doesn’t improve…. Terminate his employment.” Irina sipped the steaming beverage.
“Doesn’t the Sparrow handle such… terminations?” Marcus smiled walking towards the door.
“She’s on another assignment, Anushka can you hold the rest of my calls and meetings, I need a few hours to myself.” Irina asked as Marcus left the room.
“Da Ms Derevko, you have a meeting tonight… with…” Anushka reminded her.
“Ahh, yes thank you Anushka, take care of my invitation please and then you can have the afternoon to yourself.” Irina smiled at her and walked behind her desk and took her seat.
Anushka lowered her head in a bow and excused herself, softly shutting the door behind her self.
Irina leaned back in her chair and looked at the ceiling curling her long fingers around the hot mug and resting her head back.
“What does a former KGB spy where to a gathering of university professors?” she pondered out loud to herself, a smile broke over her face and she sat up, setting down the mug she pressed a second button under the lip of the desk and watched a hidden sliding panel open in the far wall. She walked over and walked into the back of the wardrobe in her bedroom, she shifted through some clothes and boxes before she found what she was looking for.
Plunging neckline, thin black straps, ankle length, black sequined dress.
“Perfect.” She purred and smiled to herself.
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Nike lent on a phone booth; three buildings down from the hotel her eyes watching the door man as he greeted regular guests and brought in luggage.
“You know starring is rude.” Said the richly accented voice of the Black Sparrow.
“You know sneaking up on people is dangerous.” Nike replied turning to face the older woman a sarcastic smirk on her young face.
“Wipe that smile off your face.” Katya snapped her voice biting and authorative.
“Just because you work for the Man doesn’t mean you can order me around like one of your officers Sparrow.” Nike narrowed her eyes and glared at the more experienced assassin.
“The Man has given you an order Nike, are you going to follow it or do I have to give you an F on your report card.” Sparrow said back walking around her to look at the hotel a few blocks down.
“Oh you’re funny Sparrow, a laugh a minute.” Nike pulled a face and walked up beside the older woman crossing her arms over her chest and running her tongue over her front teeth.
“So, what are you thinking? Something like what we did in Johannesburg?” Nike said with a side long look to the woman who might have been her superior in age and experience but in her book was nothing more then an annoyance.
“Nyet, too much attention from hotel staff could be troublesome when we want to make our escape.” Katya said looking up to the roof of the hotel, her eyes slowly travelling down its sides to rest at the front door again.
“Well then oh brilliant Sparrow, what do you have in mind?” Nike said with what could be described as typical teenage disdain.
“How do you feel about your parents?” Katya suddenly asked, catching the normally unflappable assassin off guard.
“I hate them.” She said softly looking away from the Sparrow and glowering.
“Good, we can use that.” Sparrow smiled, turned saw the unhappy teen and grabbed her by the upper arm dragging her towards the hotel.
Enjoy my lovelies!!! Let me know what you think! Hehehehhee spy fun coming up next, irina sneaking, Katya snooping and Jack... well being Jack, what more could you ask for!
Well since my number one fan has returned and given me a stella review I'm going to give you another chapter!
Chapter Twenty-Three
Irina read over the e-mail from her husband and made several notes on a pad, Robert Lindsey, obviously a man with connections that Irina was to avoid at all costs, if Jack was steering clear of him it meant that Lindsey had connections that went higher then the CIA, probably NSC or higher, she’d look into him and cover her tracks better, they were probably looking for her and the first place they would start would be with Jack, he was after all her husband.
The next note was on the coffee shop and Prague, Irina couldn’t remember a coffee shop they had gone to, she remembered the book shop. Jack was also suggesting a trip to Prague to catch up, he was trying to trip up anyone who was looking for her, he said coffee shop, he meant book shop, he wanted to meet her at the book shop in Prague.
She wondered briefly if they still sold first addition books.
He still hadn’t heard anything about Sydney or where she might be; he had his contacts looking into it and didn’t expect to hear from any of them for a week.
Irina sighed and sat back in her chair, she too had her people looking into it, a missing CIA agent wasn’t something they normally poured their energies into but when The Man told them to do something few of them said no.
Her phone buzzed and she answered it.
“Ms Derevko, Colonel Rivenkish is here.” Said the soft voice on the other end, she was at her office building in Moscow, a huge tenement style building of apartments, she owned the building and allowed the families of her employees to live there, her office was on the top floor in a large loft like apartment.
“Thank you Anushka, let him in.” she said to the young woman who watched her door for her, she was almost an assistant and Irina paid her well for taking care of the small matters that she sometimes couldn’t take care of herself.
“Da Ms Derevko.” Said the timid voice, Irina heard the door to the office click and hung up the phone, out side of the office door she could see the small table she had set up for Anushka as well as the rest of the apartment, spacious and roomy which was unlike most Russian apartment buildings. The kitchen and large living area spread out from the office; down a short hall way were a bed room and a bathroom.
“Colonel.” Irina smiled at him benignly and gestured for him to come in.
“Anushka I’d like a coffee please.” Irina called looking around the wiry Colonel.
“Da Ms Derevko.” She smiled and shut the door behind herself.
“Please Colonel, sit.” Irina smiled and stood up from behind her desk, she walked around it trailing her fingers over its edges.
He sat gingerly looking around the deep richly decorated office of his employers second in command and then looked at her, the stunning woman in her early fifties was said to be ruthless in her dealings.
Irina lent against the desk and smiled at him her long hair falling behind her shoulders, her dark chocolate eyes boring into the man and keeping him unsettled, the fact that she hadn’t yet spoken to him kept him edgy, she liked to keep her people on their toes.
“Colonel, you’ve worked for me for three years now.” She stated softly.
“Da, Da Ms Derevko three years.” He smiled, unsure of where the conversation was going.
“In those three years I’ve never had a bad report about your performance… but now… now I’m hearing rumours.” She left the sentence hang, left him scurrying to flip through his mental roller-dex to find what she was talking about.
“Wha…What rumours?” he stammered, nervously straightening his uniform jacket.
“Rumours that concern a certain former KGB officer… sent to the US on assignment, supposedly the head of a criminal cartel, I don’t like to hear my name brought up in conversation Alain.” She said pushing herself off the desk and narrowing her eyes at him.
“Ms Derevko I can assure you that it is just talk, your name came up as part of a routine file check; I can assure you no one in the SVR…”
She held up a hand and he stopped talking, almost snapping his mouth shut.
“Stop them talking about me Alain, do whatever is necessary… Am I clear, my work is to important to be thrown away on someone’s inability to keep their mouth shut.” She glared at him.
“Da Ms Derevko, of course, right away.” He nodded standing up.
“Good.” She smiled and pressed a button inlaid in her desk.
“One last thing Colonel.” She said as he turned to leave and the door behind him opened to reveal a man that had to be at least seven foot tall, built like a walking wall of muscle.
“There are rumours concerning my sister… Ye’Katerina… I want them to stop.” She said as the large muscle bound man walked into the room.
“I assure you…” the Colonel started but he was stopped by the large man grabbing him by the back of the jacket and shoving him towards the window Irina had left open.
The Colonel was shoved out the window, laid flat on his back and pushed so he was hanging over the edge.
“You were saying Colonel?” Irina asked softly.
“I’ll stop them… your sister, I sent her on assignment, no more rumours, none, I swear.” He hollered.
“Good.” Irina smiled and he was pulled back inside.
“I’ll be keeping my eye on you Alain.” She reminded him as he staggered back, his face flushed.
He nodded unable to speak and ran from the room.
“Did you have to hold him out the window Marcus?” Irina asked looking at her body guard.
“It made a statement Ms Irina.” He grinned; Anushka came into the room at that point with the mug of coffee for Irina.
Irina took the mug with a smile and looked to the towering man, “He may become a complication, have him followed, if he doesn’t improve…. Terminate his employment.” Irina sipped the steaming beverage.
“Doesn’t the Sparrow handle such… terminations?” Marcus smiled walking towards the door.
“She’s on another assignment, Anushka can you hold the rest of my calls and meetings, I need a few hours to myself.” Irina asked as Marcus left the room.
“Da Ms Derevko, you have a meeting tonight… with…” Anushka reminded her.
“Ahh, yes thank you Anushka, take care of my invitation please and then you can have the afternoon to yourself.” Irina smiled at her and walked behind her desk and took her seat.
Anushka lowered her head in a bow and excused herself, softly shutting the door behind her self.
Irina leaned back in her chair and looked at the ceiling curling her long fingers around the hot mug and resting her head back.
“What does a former KGB spy where to a gathering of university professors?” she pondered out loud to herself, a smile broke over her face and she sat up, setting down the mug she pressed a second button under the lip of the desk and watched a hidden sliding panel open in the far wall. She walked over and walked into the back of the wardrobe in her bedroom, she shifted through some clothes and boxes before she found what she was looking for.
Plunging neckline, thin black straps, ankle length, black sequined dress.
“Perfect.” She purred and smiled to herself.
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Nike lent on a phone booth; three buildings down from the hotel her eyes watching the door man as he greeted regular guests and brought in luggage.
“You know starring is rude.” Said the richly accented voice of the Black Sparrow.
“You know sneaking up on people is dangerous.” Nike replied turning to face the older woman a sarcastic smirk on her young face.
“Wipe that smile off your face.” Katya snapped her voice biting and authorative.
“Just because you work for the Man doesn’t mean you can order me around like one of your officers Sparrow.” Nike narrowed her eyes and glared at the more experienced assassin.
“The Man has given you an order Nike, are you going to follow it or do I have to give you an F on your report card.” Sparrow said back walking around her to look at the hotel a few blocks down.
“Oh you’re funny Sparrow, a laugh a minute.” Nike pulled a face and walked up beside the older woman crossing her arms over her chest and running her tongue over her front teeth.
“So, what are you thinking? Something like what we did in Johannesburg?” Nike said with a side long look to the woman who might have been her superior in age and experience but in her book was nothing more then an annoyance.
“Nyet, too much attention from hotel staff could be troublesome when we want to make our escape.” Katya said looking up to the roof of the hotel, her eyes slowly travelling down its sides to rest at the front door again.
“Well then oh brilliant Sparrow, what do you have in mind?” Nike said with what could be described as typical teenage disdain.
“How do you feel about your parents?” Katya suddenly asked, catching the normally unflappable assassin off guard.
“I hate them.” She said softly looking away from the Sparrow and glowering.
“Good, we can use that.” Sparrow smiled, turned saw the unhappy teen and grabbed her by the upper arm dragging her towards the hotel.
Enjoy my lovelies!!! Let me know what you think! Hehehehhee spy fun coming up next, irina sneaking, Katya snooping and Jack... well being Jack, what more could you ask for!
Black Thunder
Cadet
Fantastic update.
Thanks for the PM.
Thanks for the PM.
sydneymicheal
Cadet
Great Update...
i love how Irian made the Col. squirm with just a look.
Thanks for the pm.
i love how Irian made the Col. squirm with just a look.
Thanks for the pm.
AliasSydney502
Cadet
ooo haha, cant wait to see Nike's mission! sounds funny!
ALIAS_chick
Cadet
great update.
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Chapter Twenty Four
Jack lent back in his chair in the rotunda and looked at the screen in front of him, basic information on the Covenant scrolled down the screen and Jack tried his best to concentrate on it. It wasn’t working, his mind kept wondering.
He pulled open a draw and opened a book he kept there, one of the few things he had kept from Sydney when he had given her all the photos and books of her mothers.
One of the few things to be spared from the fire that had supposedly claimed his daughters’ life.
He opened it and starred at the inscription he had written in the cover, running his fingers over the words he flipped to the centre of the book and starred at the photos he had hidden there.
Sydney when she was three, smiling up at the camera, her mothers smile shinning through, her eyes dancing with delight.
Irina… the next photo was of Irina, six months pregnant, sitting on the couch, reading, her dark hair falling gracefully down her shoulders, he remembered she had thrown a pillow at him for taking that picture.
The next photo was of Irina holding Sydney, Emily sitting next to her, both of them looking down at the small baby who was gurgling happily.
He sighed and slipped them back inside the book and hid it back in his draw, he looked at his watch and stood up, straightening his jacket and tie he snagged up his brief case and headed towards Kendell’s’ office.
He tapped the door before pushing it open and heading inside, not really caring if the man was doing anything important or not.
“Something I can do for you Jack?” he asked not looking up, he knew it was Jack from the way he entered.
“I have a contact that might have an inside line on some of the Covenants activities; I’ve set up a met in Hamburg.” He told him.
“Sounds good, let me know if you turn up anything.” Kendell said looking up at Jack and taking in the ever present stoic expression the man employed.
Jack nodded once before turning and heading out, Kendell watched him leave and dialled a number, “Kendell here, Jack Bristow just left my office, says he has a meeting in Hamburg with a contact, you know anything about it?”
“Jack has contacts all over Europe; I’m surprised it’s taken him this long to turn up anything, if anyone can get information on the Covenant its Jack Bristow.” Weiss said calmly looking over to Robert Lindsey who was standing not to far away over Dixon’s shoulder as they went over Intel.
Kendell mulled that over for a moment before agreeing and hanging up, it was true, if anyone on the planet could get info on the Covenant it was Jack, but he still had the nagging feeling that the man was hiding something.
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Weiss watched Lindsey for a few more minutes before standing up and walking over to the small quiet alcove used for private calls.
He pulled out his cell phone and dialled in a number waiting, after four or five rings it was answered.
“Go ahead.”
“Jack just left and Kendell’s’ getting suspicious.”
“What about Lindsey?”
“I don’t think he’s noticed anything yet, he doesn’t know Jack like we do.”
“Weiss how well do you think you know Jack?”
“Well enough to know something’s’ up, you’d tell me if the big guy was up to something wouldn’t you?”
“Hey what makes you think he’d tell me anything, I was sleeping with his daughter.”
“Who else is he gonna have help him track down leads, it’s not like your apart of the CIA now.” Weiss countered.
Vaughn ran a hand over his face and felt the stubble on his chin, “You know Jack has other ways of finding out information.”
“Yeah they all involve breaking a number of bones.”
Michael smiled and nodded even though Weiss couldn’t see him.
“Just keep tabs on Kendell and Lindsey, Jack doesn’t need the NSC on his tail.”
“Sure thing; another question; when are you coming back to work?”
“Eric,” Vaughn warned.
“Right, sorry, sore subject, ok look I have to go, Dixon is waving at me. Stay out of trouble ok dude?”
“You know me Weiss, boy-scout Vaughn.” He smiled and closed his phone.
Eric sighed and closed his own phone, “Not when it comes to Sydney my friend.” He muttered before going to join Dixon.
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“Would you let go! I can walk on my own you know!” Nike yelled as Katya dragged her through the front doors.
“Oh I know full well you can walk! You walked right out of the airport and into the city all on your own! What have I told you about that?” Katya said back in a wonderful impersonation of her mother whenever one of her sisters got into trouble.
“I’m 16 now mother! I can do things on my own.” Nike hissed finally wrenching her arm away from Katya and following her up to the front desk.
“You also know how to follow instructions; when I tell you Don’t Move, I expect to find you right where I left you.” Katya growled as they stepped up to the counter.
Nike pulled a face and rummaged in her pockets for her mp3 player.
“I’m sorry, I have a room booked, Nina Monroe plus one.” She smiled at the concierge.
“Of course madam.” He smiled and looked at Nike who scowled back and rammed the headphones in her ears.
“Ignore my daughter, she’s upset we’re not staying in Zurich.” She smiled and shot a look to Nike who noticed and turned to look at something else, typical teenage ‘I wish I was some where else right now’ behaviour she thought.
Katya rolled her eyes dramatically and sighed, shrugging her shoulders she fished out her wallet and handed him the card she needed.
“Only a single night Madam?” he asked with a smile.
“Yes, I don’t think I could put up with my daughters attitude in a small hotel suite for any longer then that.” She smiled.
He smiled and shot a look to Nike who had her back to him and was watching the lobby her head bobbing gently as she pushed the up button on the volume.
He charged her card and handed it back along with a room card.
“Oh I almost forgot, I asked for a safety deposit box.” Katya shook her head like she had too many things on her mind.
“Ahh yes, number 133, I can have someone take you down.”
“Oh no, not right now, perhaps later.” Katya smiled brightly.
Nike crossed her arms and rolled her eyes.
“Do you have any luggage?” he asked ignoring Nike.
“Our rent a car is parked in the garage.” Katya said fishing through her pockets for the keys.
Nike looked at her, then dangled the keys and flicked them so they clinked together.
Katya glared at her then snatched them out of her fingers.
“You picked my pocket?” she hissed in Russian.
“It was far too easy Mother, you should be more careful.” Nike said emphasising the word mother.
Katya glared at her but didn’t say anything instead she turned back to the attendant.
“We’ll collect it ourselves.” She assured him.
“Have a pleasant stay Madam.” He smiled.
“I’ll try.” Katya smiled and shoved Nike towards the elevators.
“Hey! This jacket was expensive.” Nike complained as Katya took her arm again and marched her into the emptying elevator.
“I’m sure you took it off a mark.” Katya said under her breath.
“It was the effort that cost money.” Nike smiled wickedly.
“Sometimes I envy your youth full exuberance to your work.” Katya said pushing the down button.
“Really?” Nike asked curiously.
“Da, then I remember the trouble you caused the SVR when you broke out of the training facility and I get over it.” Katya smiled at her darkly.
“You know what? Bite me! I don’t have to take this felgercarb from you.” Nike snarled.
“Guess what? You do, we’re on this job together, get over it, do as I say and you’ll live to spend your money.” Katya snapped as the doors slid open and she strode into the underground lot looking for the car.
Nike glared at Katya for a full minute contemplating stabbing her in the back and locking her in a car trunk, too messy she decided, she growled then followed after the woman who was already opening the car boot.
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my little sweetie pies, love the reviews! Keep em coming and I'll keep posting.Here it is my lovelies, brand new chapters for you.
Chapter Twenty Four
Jack lent back in his chair in the rotunda and looked at the screen in front of him, basic information on the Covenant scrolled down the screen and Jack tried his best to concentrate on it. It wasn’t working, his mind kept wondering.
He pulled open a draw and opened a book he kept there, one of the few things he had kept from Sydney when he had given her all the photos and books of her mothers.
One of the few things to be spared from the fire that had supposedly claimed his daughters’ life.
He opened it and starred at the inscription he had written in the cover, running his fingers over the words he flipped to the centre of the book and starred at the photos he had hidden there.
Sydney when she was three, smiling up at the camera, her mothers smile shinning through, her eyes dancing with delight.
Irina… the next photo was of Irina, six months pregnant, sitting on the couch, reading, her dark hair falling gracefully down her shoulders, he remembered she had thrown a pillow at him for taking that picture.
The next photo was of Irina holding Sydney, Emily sitting next to her, both of them looking down at the small baby who was gurgling happily.
He sighed and slipped them back inside the book and hid it back in his draw, he looked at his watch and stood up, straightening his jacket and tie he snagged up his brief case and headed towards Kendell’s’ office.
He tapped the door before pushing it open and heading inside, not really caring if the man was doing anything important or not.
“Something I can do for you Jack?” he asked not looking up, he knew it was Jack from the way he entered.
“I have a contact that might have an inside line on some of the Covenants activities; I’ve set up a met in Hamburg.” He told him.
“Sounds good, let me know if you turn up anything.” Kendell said looking up at Jack and taking in the ever present stoic expression the man employed.
Jack nodded once before turning and heading out, Kendell watched him leave and dialled a number, “Kendell here, Jack Bristow just left my office, says he has a meeting in Hamburg with a contact, you know anything about it?”
“Jack has contacts all over Europe; I’m surprised it’s taken him this long to turn up anything, if anyone can get information on the Covenant its Jack Bristow.” Weiss said calmly looking over to Robert Lindsey who was standing not to far away over Dixon’s shoulder as they went over Intel.
Kendell mulled that over for a moment before agreeing and hanging up, it was true, if anyone on the planet could get info on the Covenant it was Jack, but he still had the nagging feeling that the man was hiding something.
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Weiss watched Lindsey for a few more minutes before standing up and walking over to the small quiet alcove used for private calls.
He pulled out his cell phone and dialled in a number waiting, after four or five rings it was answered.
“Go ahead.”
“Jack just left and Kendell’s’ getting suspicious.”
“What about Lindsey?”
“I don’t think he’s noticed anything yet, he doesn’t know Jack like we do.”
“Weiss how well do you think you know Jack?”
“Well enough to know something’s’ up, you’d tell me if the big guy was up to something wouldn’t you?”
“Hey what makes you think he’d tell me anything, I was sleeping with his daughter.”
“Who else is he gonna have help him track down leads, it’s not like your apart of the CIA now.” Weiss countered.
Vaughn ran a hand over his face and felt the stubble on his chin, “You know Jack has other ways of finding out information.”
“Yeah they all involve breaking a number of bones.”
Michael smiled and nodded even though Weiss couldn’t see him.
“Just keep tabs on Kendell and Lindsey, Jack doesn’t need the NSC on his tail.”
“Sure thing; another question; when are you coming back to work?”
“Eric,” Vaughn warned.
“Right, sorry, sore subject, ok look I have to go, Dixon is waving at me. Stay out of trouble ok dude?”
“You know me Weiss, boy-scout Vaughn.” He smiled and closed his phone.
Eric sighed and closed his own phone, “Not when it comes to Sydney my friend.” He muttered before going to join Dixon.
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“Would you let go! I can walk on my own you know!” Nike yelled as Katya dragged her through the front doors.
“Oh I know full well you can walk! You walked right out of the airport and into the city all on your own! What have I told you about that?” Katya said back in a wonderful impersonation of her mother whenever one of her sisters got into trouble.
“I’m 16 now mother! I can do things on my own.” Nike hissed finally wrenching her arm away from Katya and following her up to the front desk.
“You also know how to follow instructions; when I tell you Don’t Move, I expect to find you right where I left you.” Katya growled as they stepped up to the counter.
Nike pulled a face and rummaged in her pockets for her mp3 player.
“I’m sorry, I have a room booked, Nina Monroe plus one.” She smiled at the concierge.
“Of course madam.” He smiled and looked at Nike who scowled back and rammed the headphones in her ears.
“Ignore my daughter, she’s upset we’re not staying in Zurich.” She smiled and shot a look to Nike who noticed and turned to look at something else, typical teenage ‘I wish I was some where else right now’ behaviour she thought.
Katya rolled her eyes dramatically and sighed, shrugging her shoulders she fished out her wallet and handed him the card she needed.
“Only a single night Madam?” he asked with a smile.
“Yes, I don’t think I could put up with my daughters attitude in a small hotel suite for any longer then that.” She smiled.
He smiled and shot a look to Nike who had her back to him and was watching the lobby her head bobbing gently as she pushed the up button on the volume.
He charged her card and handed it back along with a room card.
“Oh I almost forgot, I asked for a safety deposit box.” Katya shook her head like she had too many things on her mind.
“Ahh yes, number 133, I can have someone take you down.”
“Oh no, not right now, perhaps later.” Katya smiled brightly.
Nike crossed her arms and rolled her eyes.
“Do you have any luggage?” he asked ignoring Nike.
“Our rent a car is parked in the garage.” Katya said fishing through her pockets for the keys.
Nike looked at her, then dangled the keys and flicked them so they clinked together.
Katya glared at her then snatched them out of her fingers.
“You picked my pocket?” she hissed in Russian.
“It was far too easy Mother, you should be more careful.” Nike said emphasising the word mother.
Katya glared at her but didn’t say anything instead she turned back to the attendant.
“We’ll collect it ourselves.” She assured him.
“Have a pleasant stay Madam.” He smiled.
“I’ll try.” Katya smiled and shoved Nike towards the elevators.
“Hey! This jacket was expensive.” Nike complained as Katya took her arm again and marched her into the emptying elevator.
“I’m sure you took it off a mark.” Katya said under her breath.
“It was the effort that cost money.” Nike smiled wickedly.
“Sometimes I envy your youth full exuberance to your work.” Katya said pushing the down button.
“Really?” Nike asked curiously.
“Da, then I remember the trouble you caused the SVR when you broke out of the training facility and I get over it.” Katya smiled at her darkly.
“You know what? Bite me! I don’t have to take this felgercarb from you.” Nike snarled.
“Guess what? You do, we’re on this job together, get over it, do as I say and you’ll live to spend your money.” Katya snapped as the doors slid open and she strode into the underground lot looking for the car.
Nike glared at Katya for a full minute contemplating stabbing her in the back and locking her in a car trunk, too messy she decided, she growled then followed after the woman who was already opening the car boot.
Heheheheehe I've decided to wait for my next update to post about Irina's little adventure... hehehe I'm evil... but you love me.
Read review and enjoy!
littleangel
Cadet
aww i feel loved
, i have been here, waiting all the months for you to update sorry for not reviewing the last chappy
loved the chapters
Irina really can be scary, i wouldn't mess with her
:lol: they really love each other, that's going to be fun
can't wait for more and thanks for the pm
sydneymicheal
Cadet
I thought the show that Nike and Katya put on was hilarious...
Kendall is not smart enough to catch Jack...
Glad Weiss had his back.
Can't wait for more.
Thanks for the pm.
Kendall is not smart enough to catch Jack...
Glad Weiss had his back.
Can't wait for more.
Thanks for the pm.
AliasSydney502
Cadet
hahaha, Nike's soo funny!
Wow an update a day! You guys should be worried LOL. Actually I'm bored and my muse is running wild so I thought I should share my genius with you. That and I might not be able to post tomorrow since I have to go to work *sigh* oh well.
I'm glad your all enjoying the story And I know people were a little disappointed by no Spymommy... well this post has lots of spy mommy, doing what she does best, scary the felgercarb out of people hehehehe...
Chapter Twenty-Five
“What is your specialty again?”
Irina smiled pleasant and pushed a stray strand of hair off her cheek, “English Literature.” She said sipping her drink and casting her eyes around the gathering.
“Ahh, it must be difficult to make your students pay attention.” The Professor she was speaking to laughed.
“It depends on what we’re working on, but yes, sometimes it is a challenge to keep them focused.” She agreed only half paying attention to the conversation she was stuck in.
“How is it you came to be invited to this gathering?” the older man asked.
“I’ve been looking for a change of pace, a friend of mine mentioned your school was looking for qualified professors, I must admit, I haven’t been teaching full time for a number of years.” She smiled pleasantly when her eyes lit upon the man she had been looking for.
“We have been looking for an extra set of hands in the Literature department.” He nodded and sipped his drink.
“Tell me, do you think you’ll be applying?” he asked and Irina sent him a sharp look realizing where he was going with his line of questioning.
“I don’t think my husband could stand the winter, he’s a Los Angeles native, they don’t have winter.” She laughed softly, sipped her drink and noticed she had nearly finished it.
“Excuse me, I need a refill.” She smiled and glided away from him, searching out the man she had seen before discreetly. It wasn’t a very big gathering; he couldn’t just disappear, not on her watch.
“I was wondering if you could direct me to the bathroom.” Irina said very formally to a woman who was standing near the stairs leading to the second story.
“First door on the left up stairs.” She smiled politely.
“Thank you.” She smiled and headed up casting a quick look behind herself as she climbed the stairs with her usual grace.
Irina walked down the hall with her purposeful stride and ignored the bathroom door, marching down the hall and turning at the last door she shot a look up and around before pulling the door open and sliding inside.
“Excuse me? But who do you think you are barging in here.” Exclaimed the man Irina had come to see.
“Don’t give me that.” She snarled, eyeing the young graduate student in the room.
“OUT!” Irina thundered at her and the positively terrified look on her face told her she still had the act of ‘Angry lover’ down pat.
Irina waited for her to clear out of the room before locking the door and turning to look at him.
“I don’t know who you are or what you want but…”
“You know exactly what I want.” She said softly, her American accent slipping away to reveal her real accent.
“De... Derevko?” he stammered suddenly realizing who he was standing in a room with.
“Da, Irina, what were you expecting my sister?” she snarled and stalked forward, her black dress highlighting her lithe figure.
“I… I don’t know what your talking about.” He stammered inching backwards.
“Did you think I wouldn’t figure it out? Did you really think you could fool me?” Irina shook her head and continued forward.
“I honestly… have no clue…”
“Don’t play games with me.” She snapped, narrowing her eyes at him.
He stopped trying to escape her and stood still, realizing now was not the time to play innocent; Irina would gut him slowly to get what she wanted.
“Tell me where my daughter is and I might let you go.” She made it to the table that stood between him and freedom.
“I don’t know, honestly, where she is, I swear!” his voice raised an octave.
“Wrong answer.” She hissed drawing a knife from the small purse she was carrying.
“Irina please; I don’t know and if your sister finds out.”
“She can only kill you… I on the other hand can do much worse… my sister has no patience… I can work on you all night and wait for you to crack.” She waved the blade and spun it expertly in her fingers.
He swallowed and watched the light glint off the blade; he was transfixed by it, so much so he didn’t notice that she had worked herself around the desk.
He was suddenly on his back in the large leather chair with Irina’s long curved leg keeping him pinned. It dawned on him for an instant that many a man would pay good money to be ruffed up by a gorgeous creature like Irina Derevko, but that thought was soon lost as she took the pressure off his chest and stuffed his own tie in his mouth.
“Now, let’s go over this again Joseph, Sydney Anne Bristow… where is she?” she said quietly.
He shook his head and Irina could see the fear in his eyes as she leaned down with the blade.
“No? Well let me spell it for you.” She smiled and slammed the blade into his thigh.
“S.” she hissed as he screamed into his gag.
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Irina was highly disappointed with her sisters’ choice of operatives, she had barely gotten three letters into her daughters name and he had cracked.
‘You’re loosing your touch sister.’ She thought to herself as she smiled at him whimpering in his chair, blood oozing down his leg.
“Now, let’s try an easy question, where are they holding my daughter?” she said wiping the blade on a cocktail napkin.
She pulled the tie out of his mouth so he could talk and looked at him expectantly.
“They were holding her in Prague, but a month a go there came a call to move her, to a more secure location, I swear I don’t know where.” He said watching the blade in her hands.
Irina lent down and held the knife over his leg.
“Please Irina, please I swear on my mothers’ life I don’t know where she is, but… there are files, in my office, in my safe, you can have them.” He panted.
Irina stood back up and smiled at him, she patted his cheek then stuffed his tie back in his mouth, securing him to his chair with zippy ties.
She headed out of the room leaving him bleeding and tied up and took a second set of stairs to the third floor and found his office three doors down; locked of course.
“Why is nothing ever simple?” Irina complained to herself sifting through her purse for the lock pick set she had been wise enough to bring.
She bent over and worked on the lock while keeping her ear on the party down stairs, hearing no one she kept working, her many years of experience picking locks coming in handy, it was open in a matter of seconds.
“They should think about upping security.” She muttered to herself as she slipped inside and shut the door quietly.
She waited for her eyes to adjust to the dim lighting before moving over to a painting and moving it aside, a small wall safe was secured there and she smiled to herself.
Irina eyed the safe over and ran her fingers over its surface.
She smiled to herself, she had one of these safes herself, she knew exactly how to break into it. Somewhere there was a… that was it.
She grinned as her long fingers found a small wire that ran from a small gap between the wall and the safe. Some where there was an alarm…. A fire alarm on the wall near his desk. Irina was beside herself with glee, this was simple, she liked simple.
She pulled the alarm and waited with baited breath as nothing happened, no sirens, nothing; she walked back over to the safe and reached around to the wire she had found before. She followed it with her fingers and pressed her ear to the safe, she turned the lock mechanism as she tore the wire out the side and heard the lock click as it was short circuted.
“I am so very glad you chose to go with low tech Joseph.” She said to herself as she spun the lock and the door opened.
Reaching in she found three CDs and a few manila folders, the folders she couldn’t sneak out without it looking strange. She flicked through them quickly and found they didn’t have any relevance to what she was looking for. Snatching up the CDs she put them in her purse and shut the safe, putting the painting back she dashed to the door, waiting a moment to make sure no one was on the other side she opened it and closed it quietly.
Rushing down the flight of stairs she checked herself for any signs of disturbance and was glad to see she looked as immaculate as when she had arrived.
As she neared the end of the landing she pulled out her mobile phone and set off the ringer, pretending to answer it she took the stairs slipping easily back into her accent.
“Hey honey, no I’m still at the party why?” she asked as she headed to the front doors, acting for all the world like a woman who was just on the phone, not someone who had just interagated a man and broke into a safe.
“Ok, we’ll I’m leaving now, I’ll be back at the hotel shortly ok, twenty minutes tops ok?” she smiled at the young man who held open the door for her.
She headed out into the crisp night air keeping the phone to her ear for twenty yards before hanging up and walking to her dark car parked in a part of the car park not light by lights.
She slipped into her car and stashed her purse in the glove box before starting up the engine and pulling out of there as fast as was appropriate.
As she drove she punched in her office number and waited.
“Da, Anushka speaking.” Said the young voice on the other end.
“I have three disks containing information.” She said her eyes straying to the mirrors as she saw a police car pull into the lane behind her.
“I’ll get to work on them as soon as you arrive.” Anushka assured her.
“Has the sparrow checked in yet?” Irina watched as the police car turned into another lane.
“Nyet, not yet.”
Irina sighed but held her worry in check.
“Alright, I’ll be at the office in twenty minutes, after that I’ll be at my building, if the sparrow checks in divert her call.” Irina said switching lanes and watching the traffic around her.
“Of course Ms Derevko.” Anushka replied before Irina hung up.
She turned down a side road and put her foot down on the accelerator, she needed to know what was on the CDs and if she had the break the speed limit to do it, so be it.
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And I know people were a little disappointed by no Spymommy... well this post has lots of spy mommy, doing what she does best, scary the felgercarb out of people hehehehe...Chapter Twenty-Five
“What is your specialty again?”
Irina smiled pleasant and pushed a stray strand of hair off her cheek, “English Literature.” She said sipping her drink and casting her eyes around the gathering.
“Ahh, it must be difficult to make your students pay attention.” The Professor she was speaking to laughed.
“It depends on what we’re working on, but yes, sometimes it is a challenge to keep them focused.” She agreed only half paying attention to the conversation she was stuck in.
“How is it you came to be invited to this gathering?” the older man asked.
“I’ve been looking for a change of pace, a friend of mine mentioned your school was looking for qualified professors, I must admit, I haven’t been teaching full time for a number of years.” She smiled pleasantly when her eyes lit upon the man she had been looking for.
“We have been looking for an extra set of hands in the Literature department.” He nodded and sipped his drink.
“Tell me, do you think you’ll be applying?” he asked and Irina sent him a sharp look realizing where he was going with his line of questioning.
“I don’t think my husband could stand the winter, he’s a Los Angeles native, they don’t have winter.” She laughed softly, sipped her drink and noticed she had nearly finished it.
“Excuse me, I need a refill.” She smiled and glided away from him, searching out the man she had seen before discreetly. It wasn’t a very big gathering; he couldn’t just disappear, not on her watch.
“I was wondering if you could direct me to the bathroom.” Irina said very formally to a woman who was standing near the stairs leading to the second story.
“First door on the left up stairs.” She smiled politely.
“Thank you.” She smiled and headed up casting a quick look behind herself as she climbed the stairs with her usual grace.
Irina walked down the hall with her purposeful stride and ignored the bathroom door, marching down the hall and turning at the last door she shot a look up and around before pulling the door open and sliding inside.
“Excuse me? But who do you think you are barging in here.” Exclaimed the man Irina had come to see.
“Don’t give me that.” She snarled, eyeing the young graduate student in the room.
“OUT!” Irina thundered at her and the positively terrified look on her face told her she still had the act of ‘Angry lover’ down pat.
Irina waited for her to clear out of the room before locking the door and turning to look at him.
“I don’t know who you are or what you want but…”
“You know exactly what I want.” She said softly, her American accent slipping away to reveal her real accent.
“De... Derevko?” he stammered suddenly realizing who he was standing in a room with.
“Da, Irina, what were you expecting my sister?” she snarled and stalked forward, her black dress highlighting her lithe figure.
“I… I don’t know what your talking about.” He stammered inching backwards.
“Did you think I wouldn’t figure it out? Did you really think you could fool me?” Irina shook her head and continued forward.
“I honestly… have no clue…”
“Don’t play games with me.” She snapped, narrowing her eyes at him.
He stopped trying to escape her and stood still, realizing now was not the time to play innocent; Irina would gut him slowly to get what she wanted.
“Tell me where my daughter is and I might let you go.” She made it to the table that stood between him and freedom.
“I don’t know, honestly, where she is, I swear!” his voice raised an octave.
“Wrong answer.” She hissed drawing a knife from the small purse she was carrying.
“Irina please; I don’t know and if your sister finds out.”
“She can only kill you… I on the other hand can do much worse… my sister has no patience… I can work on you all night and wait for you to crack.” She waved the blade and spun it expertly in her fingers.
He swallowed and watched the light glint off the blade; he was transfixed by it, so much so he didn’t notice that she had worked herself around the desk.
He was suddenly on his back in the large leather chair with Irina’s long curved leg keeping him pinned. It dawned on him for an instant that many a man would pay good money to be ruffed up by a gorgeous creature like Irina Derevko, but that thought was soon lost as she took the pressure off his chest and stuffed his own tie in his mouth.
“Now, let’s go over this again Joseph, Sydney Anne Bristow… where is she?” she said quietly.
He shook his head and Irina could see the fear in his eyes as she leaned down with the blade.
“No? Well let me spell it for you.” She smiled and slammed the blade into his thigh.
“S.” she hissed as he screamed into his gag.
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Irina was highly disappointed with her sisters’ choice of operatives, she had barely gotten three letters into her daughters name and he had cracked.
‘You’re loosing your touch sister.’ She thought to herself as she smiled at him whimpering in his chair, blood oozing down his leg.
“Now, let’s try an easy question, where are they holding my daughter?” she said wiping the blade on a cocktail napkin.
She pulled the tie out of his mouth so he could talk and looked at him expectantly.
“They were holding her in Prague, but a month a go there came a call to move her, to a more secure location, I swear I don’t know where.” He said watching the blade in her hands.
Irina lent down and held the knife over his leg.
“Please Irina, please I swear on my mothers’ life I don’t know where she is, but… there are files, in my office, in my safe, you can have them.” He panted.
Irina stood back up and smiled at him, she patted his cheek then stuffed his tie back in his mouth, securing him to his chair with zippy ties.
She headed out of the room leaving him bleeding and tied up and took a second set of stairs to the third floor and found his office three doors down; locked of course.
“Why is nothing ever simple?” Irina complained to herself sifting through her purse for the lock pick set she had been wise enough to bring.
She bent over and worked on the lock while keeping her ear on the party down stairs, hearing no one she kept working, her many years of experience picking locks coming in handy, it was open in a matter of seconds.
“They should think about upping security.” She muttered to herself as she slipped inside and shut the door quietly.
She waited for her eyes to adjust to the dim lighting before moving over to a painting and moving it aside, a small wall safe was secured there and she smiled to herself.
Irina eyed the safe over and ran her fingers over its surface.
She smiled to herself, she had one of these safes herself, she knew exactly how to break into it. Somewhere there was a… that was it.
She grinned as her long fingers found a small wire that ran from a small gap between the wall and the safe. Some where there was an alarm…. A fire alarm on the wall near his desk. Irina was beside herself with glee, this was simple, she liked simple.
She pulled the alarm and waited with baited breath as nothing happened, no sirens, nothing; she walked back over to the safe and reached around to the wire she had found before. She followed it with her fingers and pressed her ear to the safe, she turned the lock mechanism as she tore the wire out the side and heard the lock click as it was short circuted.
“I am so very glad you chose to go with low tech Joseph.” She said to herself as she spun the lock and the door opened.
Reaching in she found three CDs and a few manila folders, the folders she couldn’t sneak out without it looking strange. She flicked through them quickly and found they didn’t have any relevance to what she was looking for. Snatching up the CDs she put them in her purse and shut the safe, putting the painting back she dashed to the door, waiting a moment to make sure no one was on the other side she opened it and closed it quietly.
Rushing down the flight of stairs she checked herself for any signs of disturbance and was glad to see she looked as immaculate as when she had arrived.
As she neared the end of the landing she pulled out her mobile phone and set off the ringer, pretending to answer it she took the stairs slipping easily back into her accent.
“Hey honey, no I’m still at the party why?” she asked as she headed to the front doors, acting for all the world like a woman who was just on the phone, not someone who had just interagated a man and broke into a safe.
“Ok, we’ll I’m leaving now, I’ll be back at the hotel shortly ok, twenty minutes tops ok?” she smiled at the young man who held open the door for her.
She headed out into the crisp night air keeping the phone to her ear for twenty yards before hanging up and walking to her dark car parked in a part of the car park not light by lights.
She slipped into her car and stashed her purse in the glove box before starting up the engine and pulling out of there as fast as was appropriate.
As she drove she punched in her office number and waited.
“Da, Anushka speaking.” Said the young voice on the other end.
“I have three disks containing information.” She said her eyes straying to the mirrors as she saw a police car pull into the lane behind her.
“I’ll get to work on them as soon as you arrive.” Anushka assured her.
“Has the sparrow checked in yet?” Irina watched as the police car turned into another lane.
“Nyet, not yet.”
Irina sighed but held her worry in check.
“Alright, I’ll be at the office in twenty minutes, after that I’ll be at my building, if the sparrow checks in divert her call.” Irina said switching lanes and watching the traffic around her.
“Of course Ms Derevko.” Anushka replied before Irina hung up.
She turned down a side road and put her foot down on the accelerator, she needed to know what was on the CDs and if she had the break the speed limit to do it, so be it.
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