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Ok y'all this is my first fic so don't be too harsh.
* Disclaimer: Alias is not mine.
Genre: Action... with a lil bit of Spymommy and spydaddy loving on the side.
Summary: This is a fic about Irina post S3 finale, and how she reacts to what has happened in S3.
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Prologue
Irina Derevko never imagined when she leapt off the building Mexico City that it may be the last time she ever saw her eldest daughter Sydney. Unlike most of Irina’s plans this one had not gone her way. Sydney was abducted for two years, and Arvin Sloane had slithered his way to a pardon from the CIA, so that he could track down his and Irina’s daughter for his own vile endgame. Then amidst all the turmoil Irina was facing outside of her enterprise her own sister had betrayed her and tried to kill Sydney. Shortly there after Sydney had found out that Jack had been involved in his daughters life far more than any father should and he had knowledge of where she was those missing two years and didn’t lift a finger to help her. Irina knew it would even longer until She would be reunited with either of her daughters.
Outside of the Omnifam building in Zurich, Irina prepared to face Arvin Sloane. She strapped her 9 mm Luger to her waist and her 8mm PPK to her ankle. There was no way she was going to let Arvin Sloane corrupt her daughter.
“I’m her to see Arvin please.” Irina said pleasantly once had reached his office.
“Your name ma’am?” The secretary asked looking over her bosses appointments
“Irina, Irina Derevko. He won’t be expecting me, but I’m sure he will want to see me.” Irina said feigning happiness.
“Just a moment please ma’am.” the secretary stated as she picked up the phone. “Mr. Sloane, there is…..”
“Let her in Margarete” Arvin Sloane cut her off, as he watched Irina stand disgustedly outside his office.” Irina walked in abruptly barely giving Arvin enough time to hang up and turn off his security monitor. “Ash Irina how nice to see you again. It’s been too long. What has it been three years now? Well no matter what’s it been, to what do I owe the pleasure of your grace?” Arvin stalled, knowing full well why the first of two women ever to scare him was in his office.
“You know damn well why I’m here Arvin. You will leave my daughter out of what ever it is your endgame entails. You will leave her alone or you will never walk again, is that clear?” Irina declared making sure not to lose her infamous Russian temper.
“Surely you must mean Sydney, because Nadia is my daughter as well as yours.” Arvin beamed defiantly. As Sloane spoke Irina walked toward the window and stared out placing her hands at her waist.
"You will leave Nadia out of your plans Arvin. She has been through enough, without having to cope with the realization that her own father used her for his own intents.” Irina said this time with a bit of anger in her voice.
Ah yes, a father using his daughter for his own intents. I think that you have me mistaken for you ex husband Irina. I love my daughter and would never do anything to hurt her.”
"Fine Arvin I just thought that I would come here and give you the options instead of simply handing out the retribution when you were finished with Nadia. But I see that you have no intention of heeding my request, so I guess that the only thing left is retribution.” Irina stated matter-of-factly.
“And what pray tell would that be Irina, a slap on the wrist?” Arvin joked un knowingly.
“No Arvin. (translated from Russian) for your sins you must pay . Good bye Arvin.” Irina said as she reached to her waist. Arvin dove for the over the desk but Irina was still very swift and he had become slow from years of sitting behind a desk and calling the shots. The bullet was poorly aimed but Irina was an excellent markswoman. The bullet hit Sloane throwing him across the office. Irina re-holstered the gun and left the office. Margarete ran to her bosses side to aid him, but Irina knew it would do her no good to try. She had hit Arvin in the spine. Arvin Sloane would surely die tonight.
Ok y'all this is my first fic so don't be too harsh.
* Disclaimer: Alias is not mine.
Genre: Action... with a lil bit of Spymommy and spydaddy loving on the side.
Summary: This is a fic about Irina post S3 finale, and how she reacts to what has happened in S3.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Prologue
Irina Derevko never imagined when she leapt off the building Mexico City that it may be the last time she ever saw her eldest daughter Sydney. Unlike most of Irina’s plans this one had not gone her way. Sydney was abducted for two years, and Arvin Sloane had slithered his way to a pardon from the CIA, so that he could track down his and Irina’s daughter for his own vile endgame. Then amidst all the turmoil Irina was facing outside of her enterprise her own sister had betrayed her and tried to kill Sydney. Shortly there after Sydney had found out that Jack had been involved in his daughters life far more than any father should and he had knowledge of where she was those missing two years and didn’t lift a finger to help her. Irina knew it would even longer until She would be reunited with either of her daughters.
Outside of the Omnifam building in Zurich, Irina prepared to face Arvin Sloane. She strapped her 9 mm Luger to her waist and her 8mm PPK to her ankle. There was no way she was going to let Arvin Sloane corrupt her daughter.
“I’m her to see Arvin please.” Irina said pleasantly once had reached his office.
“Your name ma’am?” The secretary asked looking over her bosses appointments
“Irina, Irina Derevko. He won’t be expecting me, but I’m sure he will want to see me.” Irina said feigning happiness.
“Just a moment please ma’am.” the secretary stated as she picked up the phone. “Mr. Sloane, there is…..”
“Let her in Margarete” Arvin Sloane cut her off, as he watched Irina stand disgustedly outside his office.” Irina walked in abruptly barely giving Arvin enough time to hang up and turn off his security monitor. “Ash Irina how nice to see you again. It’s been too long. What has it been three years now? Well no matter what’s it been, to what do I owe the pleasure of your grace?” Arvin stalled, knowing full well why the first of two women ever to scare him was in his office.
“You know damn well why I’m here Arvin. You will leave my daughter out of what ever it is your endgame entails. You will leave her alone or you will never walk again, is that clear?” Irina declared making sure not to lose her infamous Russian temper.
“Surely you must mean Sydney, because Nadia is my daughter as well as yours.” Arvin beamed defiantly. As Sloane spoke Irina walked toward the window and stared out placing her hands at her waist.
"You will leave Nadia out of your plans Arvin. She has been through enough, without having to cope with the realization that her own father used her for his own intents.” Irina said this time with a bit of anger in her voice.
Ah yes, a father using his daughter for his own intents. I think that you have me mistaken for you ex husband Irina. I love my daughter and would never do anything to hurt her.”
"Fine Arvin I just thought that I would come here and give you the options instead of simply handing out the retribution when you were finished with Nadia. But I see that you have no intention of heeding my request, so I guess that the only thing left is retribution.” Irina stated matter-of-factly.
“And what pray tell would that be Irina, a slap on the wrist?” Arvin joked un knowingly.
“No Arvin. (translated from Russian) for your sins you must pay . Good bye Arvin.” Irina said as she reached to her waist. Arvin dove for the over the desk but Irina was still very swift and he had become slow from years of sitting behind a desk and calling the shots. The bullet was poorly aimed but Irina was an excellent markswoman. The bullet hit Sloane throwing him across the office. Irina re-holstered the gun and left the office. Margarete ran to her bosses side to aid him, but Irina knew it would do her no good to try. She had hit Arvin in the spine. Arvin Sloane would surely die tonight.
