Chapter Four
It wasn't long before I had almost completely soaked the thin blanket that Sark had given me with blood from the cut above my eye and the tears that were now running down my face.
I heard the door to the main hallway open and I quickly wiped the tears from my face as Sark stood in front of my cell.
"Come to break what's left of my ribs?" I asked coldly.
He gave me what I thought was supposed to be a sympathetic look and unlocked the cell door. "I believe you jumped me first, Miss Bristow. I was merely defending myself. Come with me," he said. I grabbed the thin blanket and pressed it to my eye and followed him.
He led me to the upper half of the base and motioned for me to sit in the chair. I watched as he walked away and came back with a suture kit and put on a pair of gloves.
I stood up. "No," I started backing up toward the door.
"Sydney, sit," he said calmly, setting down the needle.
"I'm not going to let you put in my stitches," I said.
"Sydney, you need stitches," he reasoned. "You're going to have to face that you may not be rescued for awhile, or even at all. I am going to ask you one more time, sit down before I have to hurt you or tie you down."
I relented and sat down in the chair. He slowly started to suture my wound and I flinched.
"Are you lying?" I asked out of nowhere.
"What do you mean?" he asked. He finished suturing the wound. He backed away and I looked in the mirror. The stitches were so small that I could barely see them.
"Are you lying about my handler?"
Sark looked up as he cell phone rang. He nodded, said a few words and then turned to leave.
"Are you going to answer my question?" I asked.
He turned back around. "Stay here," he said. "I was lying before," he said grimly. "I'm not anymore. Stay here until I come back. I'll move you to a new room then."
***
"Agent Vaughn," said Sark, acknowledging the new prisoner.
"What do you want, Sark?" asked Vaughn.
"That's actually the same thing that I'd like to ask you," he said cockily. "What are you doing here? Come to rescue your precious Agent Bristow?"
"So she is here," Vaughn said quietly.
"Of course she is, Agent Vaughn, and doing quite well considering that she had a few stitches above her eye," Sark baited him.
"What did you do to her?" Vaughn lunged at Sark and stopped before he hit the bars.
"I did nothing to her, Agent Vaughn. She made the mistake of attacking me. I fought back and won."
He turned to leave.
"Does she know that I'm here?" he asked quietly.
"Yes," said Sark as he opened the door to leave, "she does."
***
I paced back and forth, waiting for Sark to return. Vaughn was here! He had come after me!
Sark came back through the door. "Come with me," he said. I nodded and he led me up to a makeshift apartment. There was a large bed in the center and a door, which I figured led to a bathroom.
"Thank you," I said quietly, figuring that he could be keeping me in that horrible cramped cell.
"I'll bring you something to eat later. If you cooperate, I will allow you to see Agent Vaughn."
***
"Where the hell is Vaughn?" Jack frantically tried to make contact with him.
"This wouldn't have happened if you had let me go in with him. I know this base by heart," argued Irina.
"And let you out of my sight?"
"Jack."
"No, Irina."
"I could have helped. I know exactly where he'd be keeping them."
"And that is?"
"Only I know."
"You're not going anywhere."
She sat back in the chair and finally opened the van door.
"What do you think you're doing?"
"Saving my daughter," she said coldly. "Either come, or don't."
***
I was rudely jolted out of my sleep by a sharp knock.
"Come in!" I groggily called.
The door opened. It was Sark.
"Miss Bristow," Sark said quietly as I sat up. "Come with me."
I pulled my hair back into its ponytail as he led me into a stairwell and down two flights of stairs.
I knew where I was being taken. I was being taken to Vaughn.
It wasn't long before I had almost completely soaked the thin blanket that Sark had given me with blood from the cut above my eye and the tears that were now running down my face.
I heard the door to the main hallway open and I quickly wiped the tears from my face as Sark stood in front of my cell.
"Come to break what's left of my ribs?" I asked coldly.
He gave me what I thought was supposed to be a sympathetic look and unlocked the cell door. "I believe you jumped me first, Miss Bristow. I was merely defending myself. Come with me," he said. I grabbed the thin blanket and pressed it to my eye and followed him.
He led me to the upper half of the base and motioned for me to sit in the chair. I watched as he walked away and came back with a suture kit and put on a pair of gloves.
I stood up. "No," I started backing up toward the door.
"Sydney, sit," he said calmly, setting down the needle.
"I'm not going to let you put in my stitches," I said.
"Sydney, you need stitches," he reasoned. "You're going to have to face that you may not be rescued for awhile, or even at all. I am going to ask you one more time, sit down before I have to hurt you or tie you down."
I relented and sat down in the chair. He slowly started to suture my wound and I flinched.
"Are you lying?" I asked out of nowhere.
"What do you mean?" he asked. He finished suturing the wound. He backed away and I looked in the mirror. The stitches were so small that I could barely see them.
"Are you lying about my handler?"
Sark looked up as he cell phone rang. He nodded, said a few words and then turned to leave.
"Are you going to answer my question?" I asked.
He turned back around. "Stay here," he said. "I was lying before," he said grimly. "I'm not anymore. Stay here until I come back. I'll move you to a new room then."
***
"Agent Vaughn," said Sark, acknowledging the new prisoner.
"What do you want, Sark?" asked Vaughn.
"That's actually the same thing that I'd like to ask you," he said cockily. "What are you doing here? Come to rescue your precious Agent Bristow?"
"So she is here," Vaughn said quietly.
"Of course she is, Agent Vaughn, and doing quite well considering that she had a few stitches above her eye," Sark baited him.
"What did you do to her?" Vaughn lunged at Sark and stopped before he hit the bars.
"I did nothing to her, Agent Vaughn. She made the mistake of attacking me. I fought back and won."
He turned to leave.
"Does she know that I'm here?" he asked quietly.
"Yes," said Sark as he opened the door to leave, "she does."
***
I paced back and forth, waiting for Sark to return. Vaughn was here! He had come after me!
Sark came back through the door. "Come with me," he said. I nodded and he led me up to a makeshift apartment. There was a large bed in the center and a door, which I figured led to a bathroom.
"Thank you," I said quietly, figuring that he could be keeping me in that horrible cramped cell.
"I'll bring you something to eat later. If you cooperate, I will allow you to see Agent Vaughn."
***
"Where the hell is Vaughn?" Jack frantically tried to make contact with him.
"This wouldn't have happened if you had let me go in with him. I know this base by heart," argued Irina.
"And let you out of my sight?"
"Jack."
"No, Irina."
"I could have helped. I know exactly where he'd be keeping them."
"And that is?"
"Only I know."
"You're not going anywhere."
She sat back in the chair and finally opened the van door.
"What do you think you're doing?"
"Saving my daughter," she said coldly. "Either come, or don't."
***
I was rudely jolted out of my sleep by a sharp knock.
"Come in!" I groggily called.
The door opened. It was Sark.
"Miss Bristow," Sark said quietly as I sat up. "Come with me."
I pulled my hair back into its ponytail as he led me into a stairwell and down two flights of stairs.
I knew where I was being taken. I was being taken to Vaughn.