The helicopter flew over the city of Rome, Sydney looked down at the
beautiful city. The helicopter continued over the amazing cultural
buildings to a more damaged area. They were still old buildings but they
hadn't been able to preserve as well and now parts of the yellow stonewalls
were falling down. Sydney enjoyed travelling to new places, each place was
different the people the places, it was a nice escape before she had to
think about what she was actually there for. A high-pitched beeping
interrupted Sydney's admiration.
"He's around here, take the helicopter down." Sydney gave an intense look at the man to her right, the man she loved Vaughn. This was it, their chance to finally get Sark. Sydney wasn't going to let this chance get away after the trouble she went to in putting a tracking device into Sark's blood system. She didn't want that to be all for nothing. However the location troubled her, it wasn't like Sark to be in a place like this. Maybe he had a blood transfusion or maybe this is a kind of trap. Sydney tried to put these worries to the back of her mind. She tried to think positively but remain cautious. There's only one way to find out.
The helicopter landed a few blocks away from Sark's location. They were aiming for a surprise attack, which may be ruined if a helicopter landed on his front door.
"Boy Scout to Base Camp. We are stationed on the ground ready to scout the location of Sark."
Sydney and Vaughn walked through the back allies of these old yellow buildings.
"This is it, this is the house." Vaughn pointed out.
The front door of the house was open. It looked as though it didn't ever close. The house from the front door was just a corridor and three doors. The two lovers kicked down the first door aiming their guns at nothing. They tried the second door with the same success.
"Boy Scout, this is Base Camp do you have Sark."
"Not, yet Base Camp but we should get him very soon. Let's see what's behind door number three." Vaughn said while kicking down the door.
There he was. Sark just stood their looking out of the window as if he hadn't heard the slam of wood against stone. Sark slowly turned around, "all you had to do was knock." He said with a smirk, admiring his own joke.
"Get on the floor you son of a bitch!" Sydney spat.
"I'm afraid I can't do that."
"I'm not asking, either get on the floor or I'll shoot you until you're on the floor."
Sark smiled; he loved Sydney's passion. "I believe it's time for you extraction Agent Burton."
Sydney fell a cool metal against her temple. Sydney's eyes slowly turned to the side. She saw a gun fixed to her temple and the person holding it staring at her with an almost excitement. "Vaughn?" Sydney stammered weakly.
"Vaughn doesn't exist, Vaughn never existed but meet Jacob Burton. It's been a pleasure knowing you but I think it's time we broke up, I don't think it will work. So drop the gun and we'll go peacefully." An elegant British accent similar to Sark's fell from Vaughn's mouth.
"Vaughn!" Sydney squeaked again. That is all she could manage.
"Drop the gun. We don't want to hurt you, we like you Sydney don't we Jules."
"Yes, we do Agent Vaughn." Sark said taking the gun from Sydney's weak hands and handcuffing her to a heating pole."
"Do you have to call me Agent Vaughn?"
"What, don't you like it? I think its kind of hot," Sark added with a grin. He walked behind Vaughn and began to kiss his neck. His hand was rubbing at Vaughn's firm stomach. Sydney slid to the floor as tears streamed down her face. Vaughn lowered his gun and began to kiss Sark back. Their tongue revelled in each other's mouths; it had been too long since they had been together.
"God, I missed you." Burton then returned to his American accent. "Base Camp we have Sark." The two men chuckled before Burton threw his earpiece to the ground.
ALIAS
"He's around here, take the helicopter down." Sydney gave an intense look at the man to her right, the man she loved Vaughn. This was it, their chance to finally get Sark. Sydney wasn't going to let this chance get away after the trouble she went to in putting a tracking device into Sark's blood system. She didn't want that to be all for nothing. However the location troubled her, it wasn't like Sark to be in a place like this. Maybe he had a blood transfusion or maybe this is a kind of trap. Sydney tried to put these worries to the back of her mind. She tried to think positively but remain cautious. There's only one way to find out.
The helicopter landed a few blocks away from Sark's location. They were aiming for a surprise attack, which may be ruined if a helicopter landed on his front door.
"Boy Scout to Base Camp. We are stationed on the ground ready to scout the location of Sark."
Sydney and Vaughn walked through the back allies of these old yellow buildings.
"This is it, this is the house." Vaughn pointed out.
The front door of the house was open. It looked as though it didn't ever close. The house from the front door was just a corridor and three doors. The two lovers kicked down the first door aiming their guns at nothing. They tried the second door with the same success.
"Boy Scout, this is Base Camp do you have Sark."
"Not, yet Base Camp but we should get him very soon. Let's see what's behind door number three." Vaughn said while kicking down the door.
There he was. Sark just stood their looking out of the window as if he hadn't heard the slam of wood against stone. Sark slowly turned around, "all you had to do was knock." He said with a smirk, admiring his own joke.
"Get on the floor you son of a bitch!" Sydney spat.
"I'm afraid I can't do that."
"I'm not asking, either get on the floor or I'll shoot you until you're on the floor."
Sark smiled; he loved Sydney's passion. "I believe it's time for you extraction Agent Burton."
Sydney fell a cool metal against her temple. Sydney's eyes slowly turned to the side. She saw a gun fixed to her temple and the person holding it staring at her with an almost excitement. "Vaughn?" Sydney stammered weakly.
"Vaughn doesn't exist, Vaughn never existed but meet Jacob Burton. It's been a pleasure knowing you but I think it's time we broke up, I don't think it will work. So drop the gun and we'll go peacefully." An elegant British accent similar to Sark's fell from Vaughn's mouth.
"Vaughn!" Sydney squeaked again. That is all she could manage.
"Drop the gun. We don't want to hurt you, we like you Sydney don't we Jules."
"Yes, we do Agent Vaughn." Sark said taking the gun from Sydney's weak hands and handcuffing her to a heating pole."
"Do you have to call me Agent Vaughn?"
"What, don't you like it? I think its kind of hot," Sark added with a grin. He walked behind Vaughn and began to kiss his neck. His hand was rubbing at Vaughn's firm stomach. Sydney slid to the floor as tears streamed down her face. Vaughn lowered his gun and began to kiss Sark back. Their tongue revelled in each other's mouths; it had been too long since they had been together.
"God, I missed you." Burton then returned to his American accent. "Base Camp we have Sark." The two men chuckled before Burton threw his earpiece to the ground.
ALIAS