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CHAPTER 38 – ROOMIES
"Okay. Now Miss Bristow will live with Mr. Sark, and-"
"Excuse me?" snapped Jack.
Marshall, who wore a brown jacket and a blinding orange tie today, looked terrifed at Jack and spit out,
"Um um. Yes. D-d-didn't you know?"
"Do I look like I knew?"
Marshall pleaded silently with Irina. who was looking at the devices scattered around Marshall's office with a bored look, responded.
"Yes, Jack, they'll live together.."
"Why?" thundered Jack.
Irina turned to him and smiled slyly.
"Because that's what Kendall wants."
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"And this is your desk.."
"Thank you Weiss. It still feels the same. I don't know why, but it does.."
The young man smiled at that. Turning to Sydney, he answered.
"Cause it is still the same. You and me were here, saving the world. Yeah, same old song."
Sydney smiled brightly to this. while pulling out her chair to sit down, they heard a male voice behind them--Sark. Sydney stiffened up and tried not to roll her eyes
"Hey Roomie, shall we go?"
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"EXCUSE ME? BUT ARE YOU TRYING TO KILL ME KENDALL! BECAUSE YOU KNOW, THERE IS AN EASIER WAY. HERE'S A GUN, PULL THE TRIGGER!" exclamed a furious Sydney as she dropped a pistol on Kendall's desk.
Kendall, who was sitting behind his desk, took the gun and placed it in his drawer before standing up. answered with complete calmness .
"I'm not trying to kill you Miss Bristo-"
"Don't go all Miss Bristow on me now Kendall!"
"Allright then, Sydney, I'm definitely not trying to kill you. Actually, it's the exact opposite, I'm trying to keep you alive."
"How? By making me sleep under a roof with a known killer?"
"You've slept under the same roof as him before. What's the problem now? Sydney.."
"That's was different! I was armed!"
"Different how?" Kendall let out a chuckle. "Armed? Sydney, you're always armed and dangerous."
Sydney, realizing she was losing the battle, looked at him with her arms crossedand asked.
"Why, then?"
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"She's gonna live with Sark!"
Marshall, nodding to Vaughn, answered.
"Why do only I know this? Was this classified?"
Irina was standing near an irate Jack. She responded to Marshall's inquiry with a smile.
"I don't think so Marshall... I think Kendall wanted to keep his head attached just a few minutes longer..."
Suddenly the door of Kendall's office flew open, and Sydney stormed out. Seeing the group of people in front of her, she demanded an answer to her question.
"Where's Sark?"
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Men's bathroom...
Sark was standing in front of a mirror checking to see how his suit looked. He smiled a little when he heard the angry footsteps of a woman in heels stop outside the door. He easily guessed who their owner . A moment later, the door opened and Sydney entered.
"I hate you."
Sark turned away from the mirror to face her.Speaking sweetly, he replied.
"Oh my dear. How do I love thee? Let me count the ways..."
Sark moved to exit the restroom. Sydney slammed the door in front of him with a bang. Sark looked at her amused and spoke.
"What now? Hate sex?"
Sydney's reply was an evil glare. , and after that, she spoke
"You know why we are being tucked under the same roof. I'll do what they asked me to do. You can be sure of it Sark."
"And what exactly is that love? I'm quite interested."
Sydney stared at him in disbelief before answering.
"One: I'm an agent again--legally. Two: You are a mole in the Covenant, and I'm your handler-"
"I'm quite satisfied with that-"
"Three: Since there are other agents who know of your loyalties, somebody has to put a collar on your neck, which I'll enjoy-"
"And I'll be happy to oblig-"
"Four: Since NSC will be here, you are helping me prove thatI'm still loyal to this country. You know I am. So, this means I take this job very seriously."
Sark gave her a serious look for the first time since the conversation started and young woman nodded.
"We'll live in the same house and I'll be watching your every move. That is the deal they are offering me. You won't be allowed to communicate with outsiders unless it is business related and CIA approved. With us living under the same roof, the Covenant will think that we are together. They still don't know that I'm Sydney and not some brainwashed drone. Only the higher CIA people know that and know that it's a potential problem if leaked to the wrong people. So we have to keep up our facade still."
Once she finished dictating her little order, Sark looked at her and murmured.
"And what will I gain from this deal?"
Sydney looked him in the eye and honestly answered.
"If you behave, I mean really behave, I won't be too hard on you. Mom thinks you are with us. I don't think so. No one else believes that either. But if you're with us, you may show it now."
"By living in the same house with you with manners?"
"Manners are a thing you are accustomed to Sark. You've always been a gentleman."
He smiled at that remark, then answered flirtatiously.
"You're smart."
Sydney, arching a brow with a little smile, held out her hand and asked.
"I know that you'll betray me on this, but deal?"
Sark looked at her outstretched hand. He stood still for a moment contemplating her offer. Then he took her hand and gave her a firm shake while speaking.
"Deal. And I won't betray you on this one."
Sydney looked at him confused for a moment before dropping his hand and turning to leave.