Chapter 4
Once in the car, Sark congratulated Sydney.
"That was excellent work, Agent Bristow. I must say I'm impressed with your skill."
Sydney ignored him. "My father." She said.
"Before I call him, I should tell you, since you'll find out anyway, you didn't drug Mr. Kay. You killed him." Sark informed her.
Anger rose in Sydney, "I killed him? Why didn't you tell me?"
"I thought it would be easier for you this way. He needed to be killed, and I couldn't have you hesitant. Remember, he's a terrible man. You did nothing wrong."
Sydney breathed heavy, her hands unconsciously tightened into fists, ready to take a swing at Sark. With great effort, she pushed the recently deceased Mr. Kay from her mind.
"Listen to me you son of a bitch," Syndey said. "I don't know what other sick games you've got planned for your future, but I'm sure our paths will cross again. And when they do, I promise I'll take you down even if I have to go with you."
Sark said nothing. He almost looked hurt, but then his expression changed to one of slight amusement.
"My father." She demanded again.
"Of course." He reached for his cell, but was interrupted by the sound of bullets hitting the limousine.
Suddenly, their driver swerved over and stopped.
"What are you doing?" Sark demanded. But the window between them was raised. He began to realize his driver betrayed him, but there was no time to address the issue.
"Get out!" Sark ordered Sydney. They lunged simultaneously, in opposite directions. Sark took cover behind a concrete wall on the side of the road, and threw Sydney a gun. She had nothing but trees to hide behind.
Two cars pulled up, the first spinning to an angle so that that it was lengthwise across the road for cover. Four men exited the first vehicle, one was Roland, Mr. Kay's "man." Two men exited the second car and a shoot out began. Sydney was hit. It wasn't much, just a scratch on her arm, but it knocked her down. As she rose to her knees, she heard a gun click beside her head.
What happened next was always unclear to Sydney. She was pricked with a needle, just as she had done to Mr. Kay minutes before. She remembered thinking it wouldn't kill her, the man would have just shot her for that, then she began to lose consciousness. Another car pulled up and began shooting.
"Dad?" She called. Somehow her father was there, shooting away. Then she was dragged and shoved, amidst the shower of bullets, into a car. The last thing she saw was the car swerve into the brush beside the road for passage before blacking out completely.
Once in the car, Sark congratulated Sydney.
"That was excellent work, Agent Bristow. I must say I'm impressed with your skill."
Sydney ignored him. "My father." She said.
"Before I call him, I should tell you, since you'll find out anyway, you didn't drug Mr. Kay. You killed him." Sark informed her.
Anger rose in Sydney, "I killed him? Why didn't you tell me?"
"I thought it would be easier for you this way. He needed to be killed, and I couldn't have you hesitant. Remember, he's a terrible man. You did nothing wrong."
Sydney breathed heavy, her hands unconsciously tightened into fists, ready to take a swing at Sark. With great effort, she pushed the recently deceased Mr. Kay from her mind.
"Listen to me you son of a bitch," Syndey said. "I don't know what other sick games you've got planned for your future, but I'm sure our paths will cross again. And when they do, I promise I'll take you down even if I have to go with you."
Sark said nothing. He almost looked hurt, but then his expression changed to one of slight amusement.
"My father." She demanded again.
"Of course." He reached for his cell, but was interrupted by the sound of bullets hitting the limousine.
Suddenly, their driver swerved over and stopped.
"What are you doing?" Sark demanded. But the window between them was raised. He began to realize his driver betrayed him, but there was no time to address the issue.
"Get out!" Sark ordered Sydney. They lunged simultaneously, in opposite directions. Sark took cover behind a concrete wall on the side of the road, and threw Sydney a gun. She had nothing but trees to hide behind.
Two cars pulled up, the first spinning to an angle so that that it was lengthwise across the road for cover. Four men exited the first vehicle, one was Roland, Mr. Kay's "man." Two men exited the second car and a shoot out began. Sydney was hit. It wasn't much, just a scratch on her arm, but it knocked her down. As she rose to her knees, she heard a gun click beside her head.
What happened next was always unclear to Sydney. She was pricked with a needle, just as she had done to Mr. Kay minutes before. She remembered thinking it wouldn't kill her, the man would have just shot her for that, then she began to lose consciousness. Another car pulled up and began shooting.
"Dad?" She called. Somehow her father was there, shooting away. Then she was dragged and shoved, amidst the shower of bullets, into a car. The last thing she saw was the car swerve into the brush beside the road for passage before blacking out completely.