Chapter 2
Sydney was strapped tightly into a chair. Someone removed her blindfold from behind.
Mr. Sark was the first thing she saw. Then she quickly took in the room. It was small, almost empty, just a desk to the side and another chair in the corner. Whoever removed her blindfold left the room and she noted that the door was behind her. She and Sark were alone.
Sark took a step toward her.
"How did you know we'd be in the building?" She demanded.
"Dixon told us." Sark obliged.
"Dixon would never betray his country!" Sydney shouted.
"I'm afraid he did. He found out the truth about SD-6, you see. Disillusioned with your country's methods of operation, he joined my organization."
In a flash, Sydney knew that Sark knew her secret. But she wasn't going to discuss anything with him.
Sydney narrowed her eyes to feign suspicion. "I don't know what you're talking about."
Sark gave a small, non-commital, "Mmm..." and the two agents glared at one another for a few long, tense seconds.
Then Sark took another step toward her.
Sydney figured she might as well go down with a fight, since there was little chance of escape.
"If you're going to torture me the way you did Will, don't bother." Sydney said. "Been there, done that," she concluded with sarcasm.
"Oh no Ms. Bristow. I wouldn't use the same devices on you. I'm sure I could find more... interesting methods of torture for you." As he said this he ran his hand up her thigh causing Sydney to shiver in fear with all that he implied.
Sydney wanted to retain some power and control in her final moments, but she couldn't think of anything biting to say back.
"Go ahead then, you won't get anything from me." She breathed.
Sark let a moment of silence pass as his eyes bore into hers, his lips curved wickedly.
"Actually, Agent Bristow, I need your help."
Sydney laughed. "I don't think so Sark."
"Not even to save your father?" He asked. "It's a simple favor really. You won't have to compromise any of your precious principals. I need you to help me bring down a most despicable man. Really, you'd be doing the CIA a favor."
Sydney's mind raced, forming theories to the true endgame Sark had in mind, speculating on the truth of Dixon. She didn't believe one word out of Sark's mouth. Dixon would never work for Sark. Would he?
It didn't matter. He was threatening her father's life. She had to agree to his demands.
"What is the mission?" Sydney sighed.
Sark began, "There is a man, who likes to go by the name Mr. Kay. He has extensive dealings in white slave trading. It's his specialty. But worse now, he's building his organization, poised to become another major player in the world. We can't let that happen. So."
Sark leaned against the desk. "I need you to pose as a woman I'm offering him at a party tomorrow night. No doubt he'll want to experience you for himself, first. He'll take you up to his bedroom, on the third floor where he keeps a safe. Once inside, you'll drug him, break into the safe, and remove it's contents. I believe there will be two disks inside."
"There is a balcony off his room," Sark continued. "You can escape from there. I'll be waiting with the car around the side."
"You want me to pose as girl you've captured to sell into a slave ring?" Sydney asked with indignation.
"It's not so far from the truth. I have captured you after all, and you're hardly my willing partner," Sark shrugged, "so you won't have to act much."
Sydney gritted her teeth in acceptance, but shot Sark a look that couldn't be interpreted as anything other than, And you, sir, can go to hell!
Sydney was strapped tightly into a chair. Someone removed her blindfold from behind.
Mr. Sark was the first thing she saw. Then she quickly took in the room. It was small, almost empty, just a desk to the side and another chair in the corner. Whoever removed her blindfold left the room and she noted that the door was behind her. She and Sark were alone.
Sark took a step toward her.
"How did you know we'd be in the building?" She demanded.
"Dixon told us." Sark obliged.
"Dixon would never betray his country!" Sydney shouted.
"I'm afraid he did. He found out the truth about SD-6, you see. Disillusioned with your country's methods of operation, he joined my organization."
In a flash, Sydney knew that Sark knew her secret. But she wasn't going to discuss anything with him.
Sydney narrowed her eyes to feign suspicion. "I don't know what you're talking about."
Sark gave a small, non-commital, "Mmm..." and the two agents glared at one another for a few long, tense seconds.
Then Sark took another step toward her.
Sydney figured she might as well go down with a fight, since there was little chance of escape.
"If you're going to torture me the way you did Will, don't bother." Sydney said. "Been there, done that," she concluded with sarcasm.
"Oh no Ms. Bristow. I wouldn't use the same devices on you. I'm sure I could find more... interesting methods of torture for you." As he said this he ran his hand up her thigh causing Sydney to shiver in fear with all that he implied.
Sydney wanted to retain some power and control in her final moments, but she couldn't think of anything biting to say back.
"Go ahead then, you won't get anything from me." She breathed.
Sark let a moment of silence pass as his eyes bore into hers, his lips curved wickedly.
"Actually, Agent Bristow, I need your help."
Sydney laughed. "I don't think so Sark."
"Not even to save your father?" He asked. "It's a simple favor really. You won't have to compromise any of your precious principals. I need you to help me bring down a most despicable man. Really, you'd be doing the CIA a favor."
Sydney's mind raced, forming theories to the true endgame Sark had in mind, speculating on the truth of Dixon. She didn't believe one word out of Sark's mouth. Dixon would never work for Sark. Would he?
It didn't matter. He was threatening her father's life. She had to agree to his demands.
"What is the mission?" Sydney sighed.
Sark began, "There is a man, who likes to go by the name Mr. Kay. He has extensive dealings in white slave trading. It's his specialty. But worse now, he's building his organization, poised to become another major player in the world. We can't let that happen. So."
Sark leaned against the desk. "I need you to pose as a woman I'm offering him at a party tomorrow night. No doubt he'll want to experience you for himself, first. He'll take you up to his bedroom, on the third floor where he keeps a safe. Once inside, you'll drug him, break into the safe, and remove it's contents. I believe there will be two disks inside."
"There is a balcony off his room," Sark continued. "You can escape from there. I'll be waiting with the car around the side."
"You want me to pose as girl you've captured to sell into a slave ring?" Sydney asked with indignation.
"It's not so far from the truth. I have captured you after all, and you're hardly my willing partner," Sark shrugged, "so you won't have to act much."
Sydney gritted her teeth in acceptance, but shot Sark a look that couldn't be interpreted as anything other than, And you, sir, can go to hell!