Disclaimer: See previous chapters.
A/N: Thanks for convincing me to continue this story,
Previously on Inevitable:
Sark perceived this, but said nothing about it. "so, let's get down to business. Sarah, would you please excuse us?" He waited for her to leave before continuing. "It'd be an immense pleasure to have you work for us. However, the CIA standards are different from ours. We'd need you to do some training in our facilities. Protocol, you understand. Once that's over you can start immediately after. But, before any of this takes place, I need you to decide once and for all if your ready to do this. Are you sure you want to turn your back on the CIA permanently?"
Chapter 2 Then the morning comes
---Sark's POV---
A smirk appeared on Sydney's face. "Would I be here if I wasn't?"
"Ok. Here's a card. Be at that location at 8:00 A.M. tomorrow. Have a good day." I got up, glancing over Sydney one last time before I made my way to Sarah. "Let's go."
Wrapping one arm around her waist, we made our way out of the club.
---Sydney's POV---
I sat there at the table, taking deep breaths. "Well, no turning back now." I whispered. Pushing a strand of hair behind my ear, I got up, leaving my membership card behind. I wondered if Sark would give me a new identity. I walked slowly out of the club, and into my SUV. I was about to start the car when I noticed a piece of paper on the dashboard. The paper read:
"Told you we were destined to work together."
"That cocky sexy bastard." I mumbled, throwing the paper down on the passenger seat. I smiled inwardly, turning on the car, pulling out of the parking lot.
---Weiss's POV---
I sat, slumped in my chair. Jack was thinking about quitting; Vaughn and Syd had quit; Dixon had retired; Marshall was to dedicated to fighting the good fight to quit; Kendall went back to work at the FBI; and worst of all, I feared that something was up with the "evil organizations" since they had been inactive for quite awhile lately.
Gina and Syd are right. I should quit. I'm just making a fool of myself. And why does the CIA suddenly have a feel to it that you cant trust anybody?
7:59 the next morning
---Sydney's POV---
I stood there in the building looking around. There was no reception area and it was dangerously close to the time Sark and I were supposed to meet up for training. The walls were the odd color of green. The tiles on the floor were a dark shade of green, most likely forest green. Save for a clock on the far wall, the room was bared of any furniture or appliances. There room was in the simple shape of a rectangle. I was dressed in black pants, a black tank top, socks and black sneakers. Around my neck I wore an accessory that Jack had given me as a birthday gift. It was sterling silver necklace with a shield as a pendant. Embedded in the shield was my birthstone, diamonds. Most importantly however was the word engraved on the shield. It had, in Spanish the word, "Intuition."
I cocked my head to the side. "Hello Sark." I greeted, turning around to face Sark. I glanced at the clock, "8:00 exactly. Great timing."
He seemed to be temporarily flabbergasted but covered it up quickly. "Hello Miss Bristow. Come with me."
I followed him into a green door (surprise surprise).
"Hey Sark, what's with all the green?" I asked.
"It was one of the founders favorite color." He answered, not glancing at me once as we made ur way down a plain white hallway. The walls were bare and thee were no doors or hallways.
Paint the town
Take a bow
Thank everybody
You're gonna do it again
You are the few, the proud
You are the antibody
Mind soul, and zen
Sark turned an unexpected corner and pushed open 2 wooden doors. I dodged one as it swung close. He spun around quickly surprising me in his actions. "Now, I suppose a pledge of adherence would be futile to someone of your standards and ability. So, let's get to training, shall we?" he told me, leading the way into a gym.
And the world's a stage
And the world's a faze
And the end is near
The gym was equipped with all kinds of equipments, even some that I had never seen before. We walked past them, on the carpeted floor, to the punching bag. Sark pointed to the treadmill.
So push rewind
Just in time
Thank anybody
You're gonna do it again
"You'll run on this for 30 minutes before attacking the punching bag. It'll simulate you running on a mission to retrieve something and receiving difficulty. Complete this and tomorrow you'll be running for an hour. Have fun." he informed me.
"That'll be easy." I bragged, stepping onto the treadmill.
The way the you walk
It's just the way that you talk
Like it ain't no thing
And every single day is just a fling
Then the morning comes
"Oh really? He asked, walking up the treadmill and adjusting the settings. "Because you wont be starting off slow."
Take your knocks
Shake them off
Duck everybody
You're gonna take them again
You are your foe
Your friend
You are the paparazzi
You are the tragedian
He watched as I jogged for 30 minutes before he turned off the treadmill. He nodded towards the punching bag. He took his place behind the punching bag.
And the world's a craze
And the world's a faze
And the end is near
I caught my breath and used a left hook. I then kicked the punching bag. Doing a roundhouse, I moved Sark a little. I threw a series of punches towards the bag mumbling something Sark couldn't hear.
So push rewind
Just in time
Thank anybody
You're gonna do it again
"What?" he asked.
"Your hands can't block what your eyes can't see." I spoke, bending over, trying to catch my breath. I threw a weak punch towards the punching bag.
"Fly like a butterfly, sting like a bee." Sark finished. "Told you, you needed training again. You've been off the field for too long. If your gonna work for us we need you in your prime condition. Take 5 minutes off to get water, either that or take the day off because you've failed. I'll be back with your water."
I collapsed on the ground, still breathing loudly. I ran a hand through my hair. Sark was right, too much time off the field was hurting me, but that's just fine because Sydney Bristow never runs from a challenge. So, I'm going to stay right-
The way the you walk
It's just the way that you talk
Like it ain't no thing
And every single day is just a fling
And when it comes it moves so slow
Kinda like it's saying I told you so
Looking back before she goes
Tomorrow's gonna hurt
"Here." Sark told me, handing me a water bottle and starting to munch on an apple.
"Thanks." I told him, gulping it down quickly.
"I wouldn't do that." he told me, taking another bite of his green apple. "We're gonna be busy all day, too much will fill up your stomach and cause cramps during training."
"Your lying." I spat at him.
And the world's a stage
And the world's faze
And the end is near
"Whatever you say. I mean, you're the one with the intuition." he told me, taking a huge bite of his apple.
"What?" I asked confused.
"Your shield, that's 'intuition' in Spanish." he told me matter-of-factly.
"I knew that." I answered, but discontinued the conversation.
"Bite?" Sark offered, holding the apple towards me.
I stared at him and grabbed the apple. I moved it slowly towards my mouth before my hand changed directions and threw it towards the trash can. It missed by a foot, but I shrugged it off.
Sark looked irritated by this action, "Ready for more training?"
"Bring it on." I told him.
So push rewind
Just in time
Thank anybody
16 hours later
I collapsed on the gym floor, clutching my side. "Are we done?"
"For today. You're no use to us if you can't move. I'd use this time to sleep. We start training again tomorrow at 7 sharp. Night, love." he smirked.
"Don't call me that." I ordered.
"Really?" he asked, lowering himself to my eyelevel on the ground. He stared at me for a second before bring his face closer to mine capturing my lips in a quick kiss.
"Night, love." he told me smugly.
I glared at him as he stood up and walked away. I slammed my hand against the wall.
It's just the way that you walk
It's just the way that you talk
Like it ain't no thing
And every single day is just a fling
Then the morning comes
Sark turned around, a smirk evident on his face. "If you think about betraying us; I think you should know those new faces you see at the CIA aren't CIA, they're people attempting to resurrect a new Covenant. And, they're gonna turn off the light in this room in 5 minutes." With that he turned and left the gym.
I sat there, soaking in this information. Why didn't I see that before? If what he said is right, then I need information about them, and help from the people still working at the CIA. I gotta call Dad.
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