Authors Notes: As usual, reviews rock, you rock! Just for reading this!
Nothing too new this time, just I hope you are liking the action a little
better!
Disclaimer: These characters are of the property of J.J. Abrams and staff-
they are the ones who were nominated for the Emmy!
When I woke up, I was definitely not in Moscow. I don't believe Russia for that matter either. I wonder what Dixon thinks? There's always Vaughn, he hopefully heard the conversation take place between Sark and I. Where was I anyway? I was in a bed in a pretty nice bedroom it seemed. I sat up and scanned the room. Nice, a bathroom on the right and some mirrors and closets on the sides. There was a door to the left of the bed and a window across from the bed. I got out of the bed and went over to inspect the scenery.
Bars, on the windows, what's new with that? That means whereever I am, it was designed to hold a prisoner, possibly, but when I looked out, I saw a village. It was nice. It had a German or French flair to it, so that means I could possibly be in either one of those countries or the surrounding ones.
The view was nice. I could see hills in the distance and the people on the street seemed to be happy. I wonder it feels like to be happy. I've spent most of my life either depressed over my crappy family or childhood or the fact I was lonely. The people out there, they looked magnificent, like they were experiencing life at it's fullest. Something I was certainly doing, but maybe not in the best direction.
I was staring out the window out in my own land and didn't even notice the door open. As soon as I felt the hand placed on my shoulder, I quickly turned around.
"I see you have woken up," he says.
"Yes," I say while I head over to sit back on the bed. His hand made my spine tingle. It was the weirdest feeling I had experienced yet.
"How are you feeling?"
"Like you care."
He sighed, "More than you think."
"And what's that supposed to mean?" I ask him
"Sydney, my love, you seem to be lost," he declares.
Its official, Sark is crazy. Seriously crazy. Calling me "my love" I'd rather not, no thank you.
"In awe," he says. "I would figure as much."
"Alright, enough of this. What do you want of me?" I ask him.
"Interesting you should ask," he starts.
He decides this would be the best time to sit next to me on the bed. So to react to him, I scoot all the way over. He stars at me funny.
"See, there is this journal, written by Rambaldi. It was his most prized and valued possession. I know your thinking I am talking about the one the CIA has in their possession, but no. There is a second one. Rambaldi refers to it in things relating to work we've done on the circumfrence, so I am sure the second one exists."
"Yes and I'm guessing you know where this second one is," I say.
"Ah, Ms. Bristow, you are indeed smarter than I plan sometimes."
"Yes, we both know that is true, so how about you get to the point?" I angrily say at him.
"A little snippy, aren't we today?" he asks.
"No, it's just I don't enjoy being held hostage."
"Alright, then, I need you to accompany me on a mission to retrieve this journal. It might be difficult, but I plan with our shared resources we will be able to accomplish this easy."
"So what's the mission?" I ask him while giving him the death stare.
"We are going to England, northern England, where Rambaldi has hidden the journal. The only catch is we must attend a party to retrieve the key to the storage cave."
"A Key?" I ask.
"Odd isn't it?" he replies. "This is the only thing I've seen that Rambaldi has used an actual, physical key for. I find it most intriguing."
It was amazing to listen to Sark about Rambaldi. He was so fascinated by it and was very lively when he talked about it. It was rather interesting, actually.
"And if I do this for you, you'll let me go?" I demand.
"I suppose," he ponders. He supposes? How about yes!
"Alright, I guess," I tell him. I might as well get on his good side and a mission I would be able to escape better.
"Good. Then it is set. We will leave tonight. I'll have someone bring you the appropriate supplies and such," he tells me.
Before he stands up to leave, he leans over and kisses me on the cheek. Now, I was officially weirded out by the man.
"And that, if your wondering, is because of your cooperation."
He left then. I felt the need to go clean myself from the germs I possess from just touching that weirdo. Oh well, I might as well shower and get ready for our big mission.
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When I woke up, I was definitely not in Moscow. I don't believe Russia for that matter either. I wonder what Dixon thinks? There's always Vaughn, he hopefully heard the conversation take place between Sark and I. Where was I anyway? I was in a bed in a pretty nice bedroom it seemed. I sat up and scanned the room. Nice, a bathroom on the right and some mirrors and closets on the sides. There was a door to the left of the bed and a window across from the bed. I got out of the bed and went over to inspect the scenery.
Bars, on the windows, what's new with that? That means whereever I am, it was designed to hold a prisoner, possibly, but when I looked out, I saw a village. It was nice. It had a German or French flair to it, so that means I could possibly be in either one of those countries or the surrounding ones.
The view was nice. I could see hills in the distance and the people on the street seemed to be happy. I wonder it feels like to be happy. I've spent most of my life either depressed over my crappy family or childhood or the fact I was lonely. The people out there, they looked magnificent, like they were experiencing life at it's fullest. Something I was certainly doing, but maybe not in the best direction.
I was staring out the window out in my own land and didn't even notice the door open. As soon as I felt the hand placed on my shoulder, I quickly turned around.
"I see you have woken up," he says.
"Yes," I say while I head over to sit back on the bed. His hand made my spine tingle. It was the weirdest feeling I had experienced yet.
"How are you feeling?"
"Like you care."
He sighed, "More than you think."
"And what's that supposed to mean?" I ask him
"Sydney, my love, you seem to be lost," he declares.
Its official, Sark is crazy. Seriously crazy. Calling me "my love" I'd rather not, no thank you.
"In awe," he says. "I would figure as much."
"Alright, enough of this. What do you want of me?" I ask him.
"Interesting you should ask," he starts.
He decides this would be the best time to sit next to me on the bed. So to react to him, I scoot all the way over. He stars at me funny.
"See, there is this journal, written by Rambaldi. It was his most prized and valued possession. I know your thinking I am talking about the one the CIA has in their possession, but no. There is a second one. Rambaldi refers to it in things relating to work we've done on the circumfrence, so I am sure the second one exists."
"Yes and I'm guessing you know where this second one is," I say.
"Ah, Ms. Bristow, you are indeed smarter than I plan sometimes."
"Yes, we both know that is true, so how about you get to the point?" I angrily say at him.
"A little snippy, aren't we today?" he asks.
"No, it's just I don't enjoy being held hostage."
"Alright, then, I need you to accompany me on a mission to retrieve this journal. It might be difficult, but I plan with our shared resources we will be able to accomplish this easy."
"So what's the mission?" I ask him while giving him the death stare.
"We are going to England, northern England, where Rambaldi has hidden the journal. The only catch is we must attend a party to retrieve the key to the storage cave."
"A Key?" I ask.
"Odd isn't it?" he replies. "This is the only thing I've seen that Rambaldi has used an actual, physical key for. I find it most intriguing."
It was amazing to listen to Sark about Rambaldi. He was so fascinated by it and was very lively when he talked about it. It was rather interesting, actually.
"And if I do this for you, you'll let me go?" I demand.
"I suppose," he ponders. He supposes? How about yes!
"Alright, I guess," I tell him. I might as well get on his good side and a mission I would be able to escape better.
"Good. Then it is set. We will leave tonight. I'll have someone bring you the appropriate supplies and such," he tells me.
Before he stands up to leave, he leans over and kisses me on the cheek. Now, I was officially weirded out by the man.
"And that, if your wondering, is because of your cooperation."
He left then. I felt the need to go clean myself from the germs I possess from just touching that weirdo. Oh well, I might as well shower and get ready for our big mission.
****Do you like? At all! I would love to hear from you!!!! ~Masquerade!****