Gallery 11
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![]() Lauren meets her non-shooting-the-bad-guy-when-you-have-the-drop-on-him hubby in a bar, and suddenly maybe the criminal mastermind of Lauren is a little more obvious when contrasted to the secret-agentness of Michael Vaughn |
![]() but they're interrupted by her cell phone again |
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![]() It's Sark, and he's baiting Lauren about Vaughn dropping that gun to save Sydney |
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![]() so she hangs up and gives hubby a big smoochy |
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![]() Back at the JTF, Jack stops by to say hi to ... |
![]() his sweet daughter Sydney |
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![]() Hey, something is going right for Syd! |
![]() Hey, Jack can smile! |
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![]() Aawww, Sydney gives a teary yes |
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![]() Father and daughter walk out of the JTF together, unknowing of any future chaos that might be caused by Sloane's claim to fatherhood, unknowing of how many more times Sark will be allowed to roam free because the agents here are nincompoops, unknowing of when the next ax will fall from the overworked brains of the writers, and so, dear viewers, we can bask in the prehaps temporary but sweet view of this lovely family scene |
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