018; papillotes
Julian Sark/Lauren Reed Picspam Pt. 2
for jjverse
3x14 Blowback
Lauren: This better be good.
Sark: And a good morning to you too. [...] We need you to filter back any CIA intel that might help us get a lock on it.
Lauren: You called me to remind me to do my job?
Sark: Darling, it's not like that.
Lauren: Yeah.
(Lauren hangs up)
[...]
(Lauren calls Sark)
Lauren: Are you ready for our first job as senior management?
Sark: You're so ambitious. I love it.
Lauren: The job's in Vancouver. It requires a breach of a digital storage facility.
[...]
Sark: All right, I'll meet you there in four hours.
Lauren: Three. We have to be first in line. The CIA are sending agents.
Sark: Who?
Lauren: One guess.
Sark: Oh sweetheart, this should be fun.
Lauren: I'll see you in Vancouver. Don't be late. Or call me "Sweetheart".
Sark: Ambitious and domineering. Fantastic.
Sark: How long before Sydney and Vaughn get here?
Lauren: Twenty minutes, if that.
Sark: Well, you'd better show me the meaning of haste.
[...]
Sark: How does it feel to systematically ruin a man from the inside out?
Lauren: It wouldn't be the first time.
[...]
Lauren: Planting the virus now. Get out and get the car ready.
Sark: You are so controlling.
Lauren: Move it. I'm right behind you.
[...]
Lauren: They're right behind us.
Sark: Yes, thank you, I can see that.
Lauren: Stop the car.
Sark: What are you talking about?
Lauren: Stop the car, now. Pull in here.
Lauren: Michael, would you mind holding a sec?
Vaughn: No. Go ahead.
Lauren: (to Sark) I'm working.
(Sark kisses her)
Lauren: (to Vaughn) Sweetheart, I'm sorry, but I'm being called away. Love you.
Vaughn: You too.
[...]
Sark: You should know, you were amazing. Before, I mean. (pause) Typically, this is were you return the compliment.
Vaughn: (pointing a gun at Lauren) Freeze! Drop the gun! Put your hands in the air. Now turn around. Slowly. Turn around! Take off the mask. Do it! Take off the mask!
Sark: (pointing a gun at Sydney) Put the gun down, Agent Vaughn!
Vaughn: Not a chance! You drop yours.
Sark: Put the gun down, now. Drop it!
Sydney: Vaughn, no, don't!
Sark: If you love her, you'll put the gun down now!
Sydney: Vaughn, don't!
(Vaughn drops the gun)
Part One