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'Hong Kong, of all places. The only flight I could get is this overnighter, and I can't get to her until morning. So much for CIA priority. That doesn't mean jack to these damn airlines. *Sigh* I should really get some sleep, otherwise, I won't have the brainpower to get her out undetected. How can I sleep? Why is this damn ocean so big?! I feel like I'm going to explode before I can even get to her. I mean, when we get back to L.A., nothing will be standing in our way; SD-6 will be gone, and the CIA and Barnett can shove their protocol suggestions up their.'
"Can I get you a blanket and pillow sir?" the flight attendant cooed, noticing that Vaughn was beginning to nod off.
"Huh? Oh, um, sure, that'd be great," Vaughn replied.
'Ok, just concentrate on getting some sleep, worry about those pricks later. First you have to get Sydney, who apparently has amnesia, back to safety. I just hope that Sark hasn't hurt her, because if he has, he will be sorry he was ever born.'
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'It's nearly dawn and I still can't find this place. I've been wondering around the streets of this glitzy neighborhood in the outskirts of Hong Kong for nearly two hours and I can't find one simple street. Damn, I wish I had learned to read... what language is this? Chinese? Wait! That's it, that's the street!'
Vaughn hurriedly jogged to the cross street and then turned right onto the street. He immediately saw the house number he was looking for, and ducked into the backyard, looking for a way in.
'I wonder if this is Sark's home. That would figure. The little bastard probably brought her here to avoid detection. But what does he want with her? And why isn't there any security? Humph, he probably feels like the king of his castle, no need to.I wonder.'
Vaughn tried the doorknob and found the door to be unlocked.
'Arrogant little shit.'
Vaughn quietly closed the door, and snuck through the adjoining kitchen.
'Where would he be keeping her? Upstairs probably since she said something about him telling her she fell down the stairs.'
Vaughn made his way to the grand staircase and quickly climbed them, taking two steps at a time. A set of double doors at the end of the hallway caught Vaughn's eye.
'The master bedroom. Well, if I can't find Sydney first, I can at least deal with Sark.'
Vaughn approached the doors and reached out to open one. He quietly turned the doorknob and the door cracked open slightly. Vaughn peeked his head through the small crack and nearly gasped at what he saw. Forgetting that he was trying to be stealthy, Vaughn stood and fully opened the door while drawing his gun. He stepped into the room heavily and Sark awoke to a gun pointed at his head.
"What did you do to her?" Vaughn said shakily, his anger almost blurring his words completely.
"Why don't you just calm down Mr. Vaughn, you wouldn't want to wake the fragile Sydney.
Vaughn pulled the hammer back on his gun.
"I will kill you and not think twice about it. You give her to me and I will consider killing you quickly. Otherwise, I will shoot you in the shoulders, stomach and legs, and you will slowly bleed to death. You're going to die either way, so you may as well give me what I want so you can go quickly."
Sark's smug smile quickly left his face as he saw that Vaughn was completely serious. This man was going to kill him if he even moved a muscle.
"Michael? Who is that?" Sydney had awakened.
"Syd! Are you ok?" Vaughn asked, his heart nearly in pieces.
"Who are you? What do you want from us?" The look on Sydney's face was not one of recognition.
'She doesn't recognize me. Oh God, she still thinks he is me.'
"Sark, tell her who you are. Tell her now or I swear to God I will shoot you now and explain to her later."
"I'm afraid you have no leverage now Mr. Vau-"
"What did you say?" Sydney asked Sark. "Did you just call him Vaughn? He's Michael Vaughn, isn't he? That's why I remembered his phone number! That's why none of this fit together! That's why I had an uneasy feeling about all this! You're not Michael!" Sydney was screeching at Sark, tears streaming down her face.
"No, I'm not Michael. My name is David Sark. I'm sorry I lied to you, but I love you! You've got to believe me!" Sark took Sydney's hand and Vaughn could see the tears reflect in the sun that began to shine through the window. "Please give me another chance, please let me be everything you want and need! Please Sydney, I need you!"
Sydney looked up to Vaughn whose gun was still trained on Sark's head. She looked back to Sark.
"No. You are a horrible person. When I woke up, all I remembered was a name, a Michael Vaughn. You lied to me. You deserve whatever you get."
Sydney got out of the bed, the sheet wrapped around her lithe body. She went to stand behind Vaughn as he raised his gun towards Sark.
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'Hong Kong, of all places. The only flight I could get is this overnighter, and I can't get to her until morning. So much for CIA priority. That doesn't mean jack to these damn airlines. *Sigh* I should really get some sleep, otherwise, I won't have the brainpower to get her out undetected. How can I sleep? Why is this damn ocean so big?! I feel like I'm going to explode before I can even get to her. I mean, when we get back to L.A., nothing will be standing in our way; SD-6 will be gone, and the CIA and Barnett can shove their protocol suggestions up their.'
"Can I get you a blanket and pillow sir?" the flight attendant cooed, noticing that Vaughn was beginning to nod off.
"Huh? Oh, um, sure, that'd be great," Vaughn replied.
'Ok, just concentrate on getting some sleep, worry about those pricks later. First you have to get Sydney, who apparently has amnesia, back to safety. I just hope that Sark hasn't hurt her, because if he has, he will be sorry he was ever born.'
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'It's nearly dawn and I still can't find this place. I've been wondering around the streets of this glitzy neighborhood in the outskirts of Hong Kong for nearly two hours and I can't find one simple street. Damn, I wish I had learned to read... what language is this? Chinese? Wait! That's it, that's the street!'
Vaughn hurriedly jogged to the cross street and then turned right onto the street. He immediately saw the house number he was looking for, and ducked into the backyard, looking for a way in.
'I wonder if this is Sark's home. That would figure. The little bastard probably brought her here to avoid detection. But what does he want with her? And why isn't there any security? Humph, he probably feels like the king of his castle, no need to.I wonder.'
Vaughn tried the doorknob and found the door to be unlocked.
'Arrogant little shit.'
Vaughn quietly closed the door, and snuck through the adjoining kitchen.
'Where would he be keeping her? Upstairs probably since she said something about him telling her she fell down the stairs.'
Vaughn made his way to the grand staircase and quickly climbed them, taking two steps at a time. A set of double doors at the end of the hallway caught Vaughn's eye.
'The master bedroom. Well, if I can't find Sydney first, I can at least deal with Sark.'
Vaughn approached the doors and reached out to open one. He quietly turned the doorknob and the door cracked open slightly. Vaughn peeked his head through the small crack and nearly gasped at what he saw. Forgetting that he was trying to be stealthy, Vaughn stood and fully opened the door while drawing his gun. He stepped into the room heavily and Sark awoke to a gun pointed at his head.
"What did you do to her?" Vaughn said shakily, his anger almost blurring his words completely.
"Why don't you just calm down Mr. Vaughn, you wouldn't want to wake the fragile Sydney.
Vaughn pulled the hammer back on his gun.
"I will kill you and not think twice about it. You give her to me and I will consider killing you quickly. Otherwise, I will shoot you in the shoulders, stomach and legs, and you will slowly bleed to death. You're going to die either way, so you may as well give me what I want so you can go quickly."
Sark's smug smile quickly left his face as he saw that Vaughn was completely serious. This man was going to kill him if he even moved a muscle.
"Michael? Who is that?" Sydney had awakened.
"Syd! Are you ok?" Vaughn asked, his heart nearly in pieces.
"Who are you? What do you want from us?" The look on Sydney's face was not one of recognition.
'She doesn't recognize me. Oh God, she still thinks he is me.'
"Sark, tell her who you are. Tell her now or I swear to God I will shoot you now and explain to her later."
"I'm afraid you have no leverage now Mr. Vau-"
"What did you say?" Sydney asked Sark. "Did you just call him Vaughn? He's Michael Vaughn, isn't he? That's why I remembered his phone number! That's why none of this fit together! That's why I had an uneasy feeling about all this! You're not Michael!" Sydney was screeching at Sark, tears streaming down her face.
"No, I'm not Michael. My name is David Sark. I'm sorry I lied to you, but I love you! You've got to believe me!" Sark took Sydney's hand and Vaughn could see the tears reflect in the sun that began to shine through the window. "Please give me another chance, please let me be everything you want and need! Please Sydney, I need you!"
Sydney looked up to Vaughn whose gun was still trained on Sark's head. She looked back to Sark.
"No. You are a horrible person. When I woke up, all I remembered was a name, a Michael Vaughn. You lied to me. You deserve whatever you get."
Sydney got out of the bed, the sheet wrapped around her lithe body. She went to stand behind Vaughn as he raised his gun towards Sark.
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