Chapter 5
Sark saw the punch coming, but he didn't duck. He told himself that he was doing it just to let Jack get out his anger.
He took the hit right in his jaw. "You idiot!" Jack yelled. "You let my daughter get captured, taken to god-knows-where, just so you can take out a rival!"
They were still standing where the shoot out had just ended. A few minutes before, Sark and Jack took down the four remaining men, but not before Roland escaped in a car with Sydney, and someone else.
Sark brought his hand to his jaw, rubbing. Jack threw a good punch, it would be sore for days. "I know where they're taking her. To Serbia. To be sold, most likely after they've tortured her for information." Sark said quietly. "We can catch up. We can rescue her."
Jack stood stiffly. "I swear, if my daughter is harmed in any way, I'll make you beg for death. Do you understand me?" He demanded.
Sark said nothing, but nodded.
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It would be a dangerous rescue attempt. On the way there, Jack explained everything to Sark.
"Your man, Karl Haas, has betrayed you. Dixon intercepted radio communication between him and your driver and released me to help. How you got Dixon to ally with you, I don't know." He shot Sark a look before continuing, "You did Mr. Kay's man, Roland, a favor. You took Mr. Kay out of the way, and gave Roland someone to blame. He's now in charge, and Karl Hass and Roland have joined forces."
Sark remained calm on the outside. Inside, he knew Karl was already dead. To cross him was death. Karl was living on borrowed time. About as much time as it would take to return from the rescue. Enjoy your final days, Karl, Sark thought.
Staring out the plane window, Jack had much to think about. He and Sark had an understanding as they worked together, but part of him wanted to just shoot him after the mission, if they succeeded. His thoughts turned to Dixon. Dixon didn't reveal much else to him, but said that Sark went out of his way to get Sydney for this mission, despite his protests. Why Sydney? Jack thought. For the thrill? Or was there something more?
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Jack and Sark led a team into Mr. Kay's- now Roland's- compound in Serbia. It was risky in enemy territory. They had twelve skilled men, all they could get on short notice. Roland had greater numbers, and was more familiar with the layout.
Jack and the men attacked from the front. It was their only choice. Sark made it his personal responsibility to locate Sydney while everyone else took down the compound. He crossed with several guards on the way, taking them out swiftly. He found Sydney in a basement, lying on her side, on a bench in a cell. She was surely drugged.
Sark broke into the cell. "Sydney!" He called out and raced toward her. It was the first time Sark called her by her name, but he never noticed it. She had a few bruises, a gash on her arm from the bullet, but she was OK.
Sydney was groggy, barely aware of what was happening. Sark scooped her up, and carried her out of the cell. She curled toward him and clung like a child. Sark held her tightly. Sydney didn't know she called out his name like a plea before drifting off again, "Sark..."
"I'm sorry," he said to her, though he knew she couldn't hear him.
He took her up toward the safety of her father just as the ambush quieted down. Jack had had the pleasure of killing Roland and dismissed Sark after he had his daughter safe. Just as well, Sark had business with Karl Haas to attend.
Later, Sydney never even remembered it was Sark who rescued her. But she would never forget his treachery.
Sark saw the punch coming, but he didn't duck. He told himself that he was doing it just to let Jack get out his anger.
He took the hit right in his jaw. "You idiot!" Jack yelled. "You let my daughter get captured, taken to god-knows-where, just so you can take out a rival!"
They were still standing where the shoot out had just ended. A few minutes before, Sark and Jack took down the four remaining men, but not before Roland escaped in a car with Sydney, and someone else.
Sark brought his hand to his jaw, rubbing. Jack threw a good punch, it would be sore for days. "I know where they're taking her. To Serbia. To be sold, most likely after they've tortured her for information." Sark said quietly. "We can catch up. We can rescue her."
Jack stood stiffly. "I swear, if my daughter is harmed in any way, I'll make you beg for death. Do you understand me?" He demanded.
Sark said nothing, but nodded.
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It would be a dangerous rescue attempt. On the way there, Jack explained everything to Sark.
"Your man, Karl Haas, has betrayed you. Dixon intercepted radio communication between him and your driver and released me to help. How you got Dixon to ally with you, I don't know." He shot Sark a look before continuing, "You did Mr. Kay's man, Roland, a favor. You took Mr. Kay out of the way, and gave Roland someone to blame. He's now in charge, and Karl Hass and Roland have joined forces."
Sark remained calm on the outside. Inside, he knew Karl was already dead. To cross him was death. Karl was living on borrowed time. About as much time as it would take to return from the rescue. Enjoy your final days, Karl, Sark thought.
Staring out the plane window, Jack had much to think about. He and Sark had an understanding as they worked together, but part of him wanted to just shoot him after the mission, if they succeeded. His thoughts turned to Dixon. Dixon didn't reveal much else to him, but said that Sark went out of his way to get Sydney for this mission, despite his protests. Why Sydney? Jack thought. For the thrill? Or was there something more?
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Jack and Sark led a team into Mr. Kay's- now Roland's- compound in Serbia. It was risky in enemy territory. They had twelve skilled men, all they could get on short notice. Roland had greater numbers, and was more familiar with the layout.
Jack and the men attacked from the front. It was their only choice. Sark made it his personal responsibility to locate Sydney while everyone else took down the compound. He crossed with several guards on the way, taking them out swiftly. He found Sydney in a basement, lying on her side, on a bench in a cell. She was surely drugged.
Sark broke into the cell. "Sydney!" He called out and raced toward her. It was the first time Sark called her by her name, but he never noticed it. She had a few bruises, a gash on her arm from the bullet, but she was OK.
Sydney was groggy, barely aware of what was happening. Sark scooped her up, and carried her out of the cell. She curled toward him and clung like a child. Sark held her tightly. Sydney didn't know she called out his name like a plea before drifting off again, "Sark..."
"I'm sorry," he said to her, though he knew she couldn't hear him.
He took her up toward the safety of her father just as the ambush quieted down. Jack had had the pleasure of killing Roland and dismissed Sark after he had his daughter safe. Just as well, Sark had business with Karl Haas to attend.
Later, Sydney never even remembered it was Sark who rescued her. But she would never forget his treachery.