Without another moment of hesitation, Sark seized Sydney's arm and pulled
her into a darkened ally-way.
"What are you doing? That was Vaughn!" Sydney asked him in a harsh voice. His hand remained on her arm, gripping it tightly.
"Do you realize if he sees me he will kill me? Let alone I'm standing here with you," Sark's chest moved in a rapid motion as his heart rate skyrocketed. Why do things turn against him as soon as they start getting good? Why? His eyes dropped and searched the ground as if he would find the answer laying on his feet. "OK, we need a plan. We need to get back to my flat without him seeing us." He peeked around the corner and saw Vaughn walking towards them. "Shit, He's coming!"
- - -
Vaughn waited impatiently outside the restaurant. The strange voice called him only a few days ago, informing him Sydney was in the general area of this restaurant in London. He had no other choice but to leave and did what he was told, buy a ticket under the alias Tim Stewart and left without telling anyone where he was going. He tugged his coat tighter around him as the damp air made the coldness unbearable.
He had been there for an hour and was quite pissed now. H0e was about to walk back to his hotel, only a few blocks up, when he saw her. Or at least, he thinks he did.
A woman who had Sydney's lips, the ones he craved so much to kiss. She had her eyes, the ones that sparked a fire that would make Hell jealous. The only difference was the hair. The woman had vibrant blonde hair, the antithesis of Sydney's soft, dull brown. She also walked with a suitor but the shadows hid his face from sight. The moment they locked eyes, Vaughn and this mysterious woman, the look on her face made it apparent she recognized him. He blinked for only a second and suddenly she was gone. He searched frantically for her, scanning his eyes everywhere on the deserted way but she had disappeared.
He quickly walked to the spot where she once stood. Begging for some clue to the women's indentity. He soon reached the spot and glanced into the mouth of an alleyway. He stepped in and looked over everything.
Nothing but garbage and rats.
Vaughn sighed in defeat and walked out of the alleyway. Maybe she was some figment of his imagination. Possibly his head toying with him because of his desire to see Sydney once again, he wanted to so terribly that he produced this image of a woman to satisfy his eyes for mere moments. With one last desperate look over the alleyway and the street he began to drag himself back to his hotel.
- - -
Once Vaughn's footsteps had faded, Sark pushed the lid off of the dumpster; breathing in the fresh air of the night. He and Sydney hopped out of it.
"Someone knows where here." Sydney stated, looking around the corner to check that the coast was clear.
"Most likely." Sark replied, glancing around the corner to see as well. "Come on we'll go back to my flat, I have to get in contact with somebody and get us out of his bloody place." He said as they began their decent to his flat.
They had both already reached the door when they noticed it stood ajar. Exchanging nervous glances, they pushed the door open. If the flat wasn't a mess before, it was now. Couches were on their sides; the cushions were slashed and the stuffing was everything. Things were either smashed or broken, just like what happened at the house in Switzerland. Sydney glanced at Sark and instead of seeing any kind of weakness, his features stood strong and calculated. Sydney knew Sark's words before they left his mouth.
"Sloane's been here." He muttered, angst dripping from every word. He took a sharp turn and walked back down the hallway. Sydney had no choice but to follow. As soon as she caught up with him, he began to speak.
"We've been found, we have to leave." He told her, his eyes remained ahead.
"But where? Sloane has a tag on us, he'll probably know where we are and where we are going." Sydney retorted in an angry voice.
"I don't know." He said truthfully. "All I know is we have to get out of here." They were now on the streets which were as damp as ever.
"How are we going to get anywhere? There isn't a cab in sight!" She protested, as she said these words Sark walked up to a random car and threw his blow through the window, shattering it.
"Now I do." He replied in a effortless voice as he unlocked the car and continued to hot wire it.
"Always have to do things your way, huh?" she muttered as she got into the passenger seat. They were soon on their way out of London.
- - -
Vaughn finally opened his hotel room door when his cell phone began to ring. Sighing in frustration he seized it and flipped it open.
"You fucking lied to me!" he said as he slammed the door behind him and leaning against it. "She wasn't there."
"Ah but she was," said the electronic voice, making Vaughn want to throw the phone against the wall until it said "but I know where she is going this very second."
"Why should I listen to you? How can I trust you again?"
"Do you have a choice? Now, if you're done with your stupid questions, listen to these directions and you'll have your precious girlfriend back and I'll have what I want." It added with a small chuckle. Vaughn's defense fell in surrender and he listened to the directions closely.
- - -
Sydney and Sark soon arrived at a small private airport that stood outside of London. Without speaking, they both walked quickly towards a small plane.
"What is this place?" Sydney asked as Sark reached into his pocket and pulled out a pair of keys when they reached the door of the plane.
"You don't think my father didn't leave me with nothing? He left this plane for emergencies and this situation," he finally found the correct key and placed it into the lock, "defines emergency." He pushed the door open and flipped a switch that light the cabin with dim lights. It was very cramped (only holding 4 seats) but comfortable looking. Sark maneuvered to the front of the plane and sat in the pilot's seat up front while Sydney sat in the co-pilot's seat.
"Alright, lets just hope I remember how to fly this thing." He said as he reached forward to flip a small switch when he felt a cold barrel of a gun against the back of his neck.
"Well, hello Sark. Fancy seeing you here." said a voice behind him. Sark's blood ran cold.
"What are you doing? That was Vaughn!" Sydney asked him in a harsh voice. His hand remained on her arm, gripping it tightly.
"Do you realize if he sees me he will kill me? Let alone I'm standing here with you," Sark's chest moved in a rapid motion as his heart rate skyrocketed. Why do things turn against him as soon as they start getting good? Why? His eyes dropped and searched the ground as if he would find the answer laying on his feet. "OK, we need a plan. We need to get back to my flat without him seeing us." He peeked around the corner and saw Vaughn walking towards them. "Shit, He's coming!"
- - -
Vaughn waited impatiently outside the restaurant. The strange voice called him only a few days ago, informing him Sydney was in the general area of this restaurant in London. He had no other choice but to leave and did what he was told, buy a ticket under the alias Tim Stewart and left without telling anyone where he was going. He tugged his coat tighter around him as the damp air made the coldness unbearable.
He had been there for an hour and was quite pissed now. H0e was about to walk back to his hotel, only a few blocks up, when he saw her. Or at least, he thinks he did.
A woman who had Sydney's lips, the ones he craved so much to kiss. She had her eyes, the ones that sparked a fire that would make Hell jealous. The only difference was the hair. The woman had vibrant blonde hair, the antithesis of Sydney's soft, dull brown. She also walked with a suitor but the shadows hid his face from sight. The moment they locked eyes, Vaughn and this mysterious woman, the look on her face made it apparent she recognized him. He blinked for only a second and suddenly she was gone. He searched frantically for her, scanning his eyes everywhere on the deserted way but she had disappeared.
He quickly walked to the spot where she once stood. Begging for some clue to the women's indentity. He soon reached the spot and glanced into the mouth of an alleyway. He stepped in and looked over everything.
Nothing but garbage and rats.
Vaughn sighed in defeat and walked out of the alleyway. Maybe she was some figment of his imagination. Possibly his head toying with him because of his desire to see Sydney once again, he wanted to so terribly that he produced this image of a woman to satisfy his eyes for mere moments. With one last desperate look over the alleyway and the street he began to drag himself back to his hotel.
- - -
Once Vaughn's footsteps had faded, Sark pushed the lid off of the dumpster; breathing in the fresh air of the night. He and Sydney hopped out of it.
"Someone knows where here." Sydney stated, looking around the corner to check that the coast was clear.
"Most likely." Sark replied, glancing around the corner to see as well. "Come on we'll go back to my flat, I have to get in contact with somebody and get us out of his bloody place." He said as they began their decent to his flat.
They had both already reached the door when they noticed it stood ajar. Exchanging nervous glances, they pushed the door open. If the flat wasn't a mess before, it was now. Couches were on their sides; the cushions were slashed and the stuffing was everything. Things were either smashed or broken, just like what happened at the house in Switzerland. Sydney glanced at Sark and instead of seeing any kind of weakness, his features stood strong and calculated. Sydney knew Sark's words before they left his mouth.
"Sloane's been here." He muttered, angst dripping from every word. He took a sharp turn and walked back down the hallway. Sydney had no choice but to follow. As soon as she caught up with him, he began to speak.
"We've been found, we have to leave." He told her, his eyes remained ahead.
"But where? Sloane has a tag on us, he'll probably know where we are and where we are going." Sydney retorted in an angry voice.
"I don't know." He said truthfully. "All I know is we have to get out of here." They were now on the streets which were as damp as ever.
"How are we going to get anywhere? There isn't a cab in sight!" She protested, as she said these words Sark walked up to a random car and threw his blow through the window, shattering it.
"Now I do." He replied in a effortless voice as he unlocked the car and continued to hot wire it.
"Always have to do things your way, huh?" she muttered as she got into the passenger seat. They were soon on their way out of London.
- - -
Vaughn finally opened his hotel room door when his cell phone began to ring. Sighing in frustration he seized it and flipped it open.
"You fucking lied to me!" he said as he slammed the door behind him and leaning against it. "She wasn't there."
"Ah but she was," said the electronic voice, making Vaughn want to throw the phone against the wall until it said "but I know where she is going this very second."
"Why should I listen to you? How can I trust you again?"
"Do you have a choice? Now, if you're done with your stupid questions, listen to these directions and you'll have your precious girlfriend back and I'll have what I want." It added with a small chuckle. Vaughn's defense fell in surrender and he listened to the directions closely.
- - -
Sydney and Sark soon arrived at a small private airport that stood outside of London. Without speaking, they both walked quickly towards a small plane.
"What is this place?" Sydney asked as Sark reached into his pocket and pulled out a pair of keys when they reached the door of the plane.
"You don't think my father didn't leave me with nothing? He left this plane for emergencies and this situation," he finally found the correct key and placed it into the lock, "defines emergency." He pushed the door open and flipped a switch that light the cabin with dim lights. It was very cramped (only holding 4 seats) but comfortable looking. Sark maneuvered to the front of the plane and sat in the pilot's seat up front while Sydney sat in the co-pilot's seat.
"Alright, lets just hope I remember how to fly this thing." He said as he reached forward to flip a small switch when he felt a cold barrel of a gun against the back of his neck.
"Well, hello Sark. Fancy seeing you here." said a voice behind him. Sark's blood ran cold.