NOTE: Thank you everyone for all your support!! I know it's been a long
time since I've written, but before I even begin to finish up Oasis, I
wanted to revise the some parts of that story and this, it's prequel. So
I'll be taking some time to edit before I wrap it up. I'm so sorry I took
so long!
Thank you, thank you!!
Chapter 1
"Dixon?"
"Dixon can you read me?" Sydney asked from her position inside the abandoned building outside Budapest she and her father explored, ready to sabotage an exchange of weapons between two renegade operations, neither of whom should have the arms.
"Dad, we've lost contact with Dixon."
Jack immediately knew something was wrong. First, the feeling he got walking into facility, the deafening silence, told him to be more alert than usual, then, with the radio out, he knew there was trouble.
"Sydney, pull out." He strained to keep his voice to a whisper and still reach her. She was ahead of him, near another of the building's many corridors.
Sydney turned to face him, but it was too late.
Six men appeared, four with guns pointed at Jack, two aiming at Sydney. Knowing they were outnumbered, they dropped their weapons and raised their hands.
"What an unexpected pleasure to run into the Bristow's on this lovely evening." Sark taunted, appearing from the darkness and advancing toward them.
Sydney's stomach flipped at the sight of Sark. How did he know we were here? She wondered. But there was no time for answers.
Sydney's eyes met her father's. He gave a slight nod, and an understanding passed between the two of them.
"Sark!" Jack shouted, and seeming to lose control in anger, kicked over a few metal pipes to his left. They clanged nosily as they tumbled and rolled, their sound echoing in the large storage area.
It was all the distraction Sydney needed. When the two of Sark's men who had guns pointed at her instinctively, and with inexperience, turned to look at the noise, Sydney dove into the nearby corridor and ran at full speed without looking back.
She didn't count the shots that followed her down the twists and turns of the building's extensive labyrinth. She didn't even notice when the shots ceased.
But she couldn't help but notice the slam of someone against her back, pushing her face first to the floor, with a force that hurt.
Pinned momentarily, Sydney gathered her strength and rolled over, putting her assailant beneath her, with both of them facing up. She stood quickly, and turned to fight her attacker.
It was Sark. And she was not surprised to find him on his feet as quickly as she.
She began the offense. Sydney knew Sark was stronger and more skilled so she tried some of her best moves.
But Sark did not attack her, not as she expected, anyway. He blocked almost all her attempted hits. Not without some pain, though. In truth, they were very well matched, and under different circumstances the fight could go the other way. But not tonight. Sark had the advantage of surprise. He had been planning this moment for some time.
He was fast. He anticipated her kick, and crouched down and tripped her. Once again, Sydney hit the floor hard. She blinked slowly, and Sark was on top of her. He pinned her arms beside her head.
"Pursing you is one of the perks of my business, Ms. Bristow... almost as much fun as the capture." Sark smiled, looking down on her.
Knowing it was useless, Sydney nonetheless struggled against Sark's grip. She thought he must have enjoyed her attempt to escape for his smiled deepened. Cruel bastard, she thought.
They were interrupted by the sound of footsteps down the hallway. Sark looked up to see his second in command, Karl Haas.
Sark let go of Sydney's arms and stood. "Bring them to the compound." He ordered.
Sydney was cuffed and brought back into the main room. She saw her father, also cuffed. They were both led out to a set of cars and blindfolded. Sydney and her father were placed in the back of one car, with Sark and another man sitting up front. She gathered this from the little talk there was during the drive, which lasted close to an hour, Sydney thought.
Frustration over the recent turn of events coursed through her as they drove. She worried about Dixon. Where was he? She had to admit she was afraid. Sark did not kill her or her father. No, he wouldn't do that yet. Not when they were so useful. They could provide valuable intel regarding SD-6. No, he wouldn't kill them. That wasn't the purpose of his trap.
He was going to torture them.
Chapter 1
"Dixon?"
"Dixon can you read me?" Sydney asked from her position inside the abandoned building outside Budapest she and her father explored, ready to sabotage an exchange of weapons between two renegade operations, neither of whom should have the arms.
"Dad, we've lost contact with Dixon."
Jack immediately knew something was wrong. First, the feeling he got walking into facility, the deafening silence, told him to be more alert than usual, then, with the radio out, he knew there was trouble.
"Sydney, pull out." He strained to keep his voice to a whisper and still reach her. She was ahead of him, near another of the building's many corridors.
Sydney turned to face him, but it was too late.
Six men appeared, four with guns pointed at Jack, two aiming at Sydney. Knowing they were outnumbered, they dropped their weapons and raised their hands.
"What an unexpected pleasure to run into the Bristow's on this lovely evening." Sark taunted, appearing from the darkness and advancing toward them.
Sydney's stomach flipped at the sight of Sark. How did he know we were here? She wondered. But there was no time for answers.
Sydney's eyes met her father's. He gave a slight nod, and an understanding passed between the two of them.
"Sark!" Jack shouted, and seeming to lose control in anger, kicked over a few metal pipes to his left. They clanged nosily as they tumbled and rolled, their sound echoing in the large storage area.
It was all the distraction Sydney needed. When the two of Sark's men who had guns pointed at her instinctively, and with inexperience, turned to look at the noise, Sydney dove into the nearby corridor and ran at full speed without looking back.
She didn't count the shots that followed her down the twists and turns of the building's extensive labyrinth. She didn't even notice when the shots ceased.
But she couldn't help but notice the slam of someone against her back, pushing her face first to the floor, with a force that hurt.
Pinned momentarily, Sydney gathered her strength and rolled over, putting her assailant beneath her, with both of them facing up. She stood quickly, and turned to fight her attacker.
It was Sark. And she was not surprised to find him on his feet as quickly as she.
She began the offense. Sydney knew Sark was stronger and more skilled so she tried some of her best moves.
But Sark did not attack her, not as she expected, anyway. He blocked almost all her attempted hits. Not without some pain, though. In truth, they were very well matched, and under different circumstances the fight could go the other way. But not tonight. Sark had the advantage of surprise. He had been planning this moment for some time.
He was fast. He anticipated her kick, and crouched down and tripped her. Once again, Sydney hit the floor hard. She blinked slowly, and Sark was on top of her. He pinned her arms beside her head.
"Pursing you is one of the perks of my business, Ms. Bristow... almost as much fun as the capture." Sark smiled, looking down on her.
Knowing it was useless, Sydney nonetheless struggled against Sark's grip. She thought he must have enjoyed her attempt to escape for his smiled deepened. Cruel bastard, she thought.
They were interrupted by the sound of footsteps down the hallway. Sark looked up to see his second in command, Karl Haas.
Sark let go of Sydney's arms and stood. "Bring them to the compound." He ordered.
Sydney was cuffed and brought back into the main room. She saw her father, also cuffed. They were both led out to a set of cars and blindfolded. Sydney and her father were placed in the back of one car, with Sark and another man sitting up front. She gathered this from the little talk there was during the drive, which lasted close to an hour, Sydney thought.
Frustration over the recent turn of events coursed through her as they drove. She worried about Dixon. Where was he? She had to admit she was afraid. Sark did not kill her or her father. No, he wouldn't do that yet. Not when they were so useful. They could provide valuable intel regarding SD-6. No, he wouldn't kill them. That wasn't the purpose of his trap.
He was going to torture them.