Okay, well, basically, I am back to school and unable to find the time to
write very much, but I will try, you are just going to get used to erratic
posting patterns and shorter chapters, though this is pretty good in length
considering. So yes, it might be a little confusing, sorry, but review
guys and I'll get more up asap!
Chapter Six
Returning to the room, several minutes later, Sydney's face fell as she saw everyone, including the two agents that were supposed to be helping her. Wandering around, she looked at the six kids; each slumped over, looking dead but not. Jack himself was in what Sydney would have to call a very...interesting position, head under the table, rear in the air face covered by his hands on the ground as he remained unconscious.
Vaughn, still with his pants down around his ankles, lay on his side, Craig curled like a cat around his right leg. She grinned to herself before wandering over to him and crouching down beside him. Still grinning she shook him, hard, his smile growing as his shirt road up and she caught a glimpse of tanned and toned skin. But he didn't wake up. In all honesty, Sydney hadn't expected him to wake, but she had to be sure.
Looking over to her father, she quickly realized that this mission was going to be now or never, on her own. Shaking her head, she stood back up and walked out the door, grabbing the briefcase on the way. Straightening her hair and clothes, she passed several people on the way, each just glancing at her and smiling, not suspecting a thing. She increased her pass to a run as she arrived at the restricted area where, should she meet anyone, she would instantly be found out.
Ducking her head she ran faster, moving quickly around the three corners and soon finding herself outside the door that led to the room that contained the vault. She looked behind her once before turning the door handle, finding it locked and picking it in record time. Silently she pushed the door open and made her way inside. She didn't really expect anyone to be in the room, it was apparently a derelict office only there to hide the vault.
Looking around she was therefore shocked, to say the least, to find a young man, dressed in the security guard uniform sitting behind the desk, feet up, hat covering his face as he slept, snoring ever so slightly. For a second she faltered, knowing in her gut that something was wrong but convincing herself to go on and just try not to wake him. Even if she did, Sydney had little doubt that he would put up much of a fight.
She had a hand on the vault door and the vault cracker in her hand when a familiar smooth British voice wafted over to her. "Well, well, well, Miss Bristow. This certainly is an interesting little run in." She whirled around and there was Sark, dressed in the security guard's get up and holding a gun, aimed at her head. Her face became steely as she raised her hands. He shook his head, waving the gun around and told her, "No, no, no, not hands up, keep them down."
She dropped her hands to her side but didn't immediately go for her own weapons, knowing her would see her do it. "Now, Sydney. May I call you Sydney?"
She glared harder. "Of course," she grunted out.
He smiled serenely as though they were colleagues. "Well, Sydney, you're here for an object in the vault. But, you see, I want it. For myself. So you, obviously cannot have it. I'm very sorry. Of course, should you agree to work with me, we can share."
Her eyes narrowed further, "I'll never work with you."
He sighed, leaning with his free hand against the desk. "Well that's a shame. You're not here for Sloane though. Are you?"
The shock that crossed her face only lasted a second as she realized that he could easily work out her status as a double. Carefully she explained, "My father sent me."
He shook his head, "Oh, and here I was thinking it was Devlin," her eyes widened, "Or Kendall?" He smirked, waving the gun again, "No matter, from tomorrow, I'll be leaving SD-6 and I promise not to tell anyone about what you really do. Now about this vault," he took a step forward, "Now, open up this vault and hand over the artifact."
"No."
"No?" he asked.
"No," she repeated.
"Hmm," he smirked, dropping the gun to his side, "Well that's a shame."
Sydney saw her chance and jumped at it, kicking his hand hard with a direct kick and reveling in the slight wince and the sound of the gun clattering to the ground over by the window. Sark glared at her in the second that it took him to regain his balance and throw a punch at her, striking her in the cheek and hearing a rewarding crack. He swore, waiting, it seemed for her to attack again.
She did, not hesitating, instead executing a perfect round house kick and leaving him on the floor. Unluckily he ended up on the floor beside the window and was soon standing smashing the glass out with a nearby paper weight. He grinned at her as he perched on the sill, ready to jump, it appeared the several stories. "Sydney, I would love to engage in contact sports with you, but...my boss, she wouldn't approve. I might hurt you."
And then he jumped she rushed to the window and saw him land a few meters down on the emergency stairs. For a second, she thought about chasing him but soon realized it was useless and instead turned back to the safe.
The remainder of the mission was, for Sydney uneventful, she grabbed the artifact and made her way, carefully back to the child care centre. The entire time all she could think about was her run in, once again, with the cocky Brit. He knew her superiors' names, he knew she was a double, what the hell did he know, no to mention he had a boss and it wasn't Sloane, what exactly did that mean? She couldn't wonder about that though because as she turned the final corner and walked back through the door, she found the Emily had been the first to wake and was in the process of painting Jack's face with a bowl of chocolate mouse she'd found.
Well, there's another one, please review. Anj might write the next one.
Chapter Six
Returning to the room, several minutes later, Sydney's face fell as she saw everyone, including the two agents that were supposed to be helping her. Wandering around, she looked at the six kids; each slumped over, looking dead but not. Jack himself was in what Sydney would have to call a very...interesting position, head under the table, rear in the air face covered by his hands on the ground as he remained unconscious.
Vaughn, still with his pants down around his ankles, lay on his side, Craig curled like a cat around his right leg. She grinned to herself before wandering over to him and crouching down beside him. Still grinning she shook him, hard, his smile growing as his shirt road up and she caught a glimpse of tanned and toned skin. But he didn't wake up. In all honesty, Sydney hadn't expected him to wake, but she had to be sure.
Looking over to her father, she quickly realized that this mission was going to be now or never, on her own. Shaking her head, she stood back up and walked out the door, grabbing the briefcase on the way. Straightening her hair and clothes, she passed several people on the way, each just glancing at her and smiling, not suspecting a thing. She increased her pass to a run as she arrived at the restricted area where, should she meet anyone, she would instantly be found out.
Ducking her head she ran faster, moving quickly around the three corners and soon finding herself outside the door that led to the room that contained the vault. She looked behind her once before turning the door handle, finding it locked and picking it in record time. Silently she pushed the door open and made her way inside. She didn't really expect anyone to be in the room, it was apparently a derelict office only there to hide the vault.
Looking around she was therefore shocked, to say the least, to find a young man, dressed in the security guard uniform sitting behind the desk, feet up, hat covering his face as he slept, snoring ever so slightly. For a second she faltered, knowing in her gut that something was wrong but convincing herself to go on and just try not to wake him. Even if she did, Sydney had little doubt that he would put up much of a fight.
She had a hand on the vault door and the vault cracker in her hand when a familiar smooth British voice wafted over to her. "Well, well, well, Miss Bristow. This certainly is an interesting little run in." She whirled around and there was Sark, dressed in the security guard's get up and holding a gun, aimed at her head. Her face became steely as she raised her hands. He shook his head, waving the gun around and told her, "No, no, no, not hands up, keep them down."
She dropped her hands to her side but didn't immediately go for her own weapons, knowing her would see her do it. "Now, Sydney. May I call you Sydney?"
She glared harder. "Of course," she grunted out.
He smiled serenely as though they were colleagues. "Well, Sydney, you're here for an object in the vault. But, you see, I want it. For myself. So you, obviously cannot have it. I'm very sorry. Of course, should you agree to work with me, we can share."
Her eyes narrowed further, "I'll never work with you."
He sighed, leaning with his free hand against the desk. "Well that's a shame. You're not here for Sloane though. Are you?"
The shock that crossed her face only lasted a second as she realized that he could easily work out her status as a double. Carefully she explained, "My father sent me."
He shook his head, "Oh, and here I was thinking it was Devlin," her eyes widened, "Or Kendall?" He smirked, waving the gun again, "No matter, from tomorrow, I'll be leaving SD-6 and I promise not to tell anyone about what you really do. Now about this vault," he took a step forward, "Now, open up this vault and hand over the artifact."
"No."
"No?" he asked.
"No," she repeated.
"Hmm," he smirked, dropping the gun to his side, "Well that's a shame."
Sydney saw her chance and jumped at it, kicking his hand hard with a direct kick and reveling in the slight wince and the sound of the gun clattering to the ground over by the window. Sark glared at her in the second that it took him to regain his balance and throw a punch at her, striking her in the cheek and hearing a rewarding crack. He swore, waiting, it seemed for her to attack again.
She did, not hesitating, instead executing a perfect round house kick and leaving him on the floor. Unluckily he ended up on the floor beside the window and was soon standing smashing the glass out with a nearby paper weight. He grinned at her as he perched on the sill, ready to jump, it appeared the several stories. "Sydney, I would love to engage in contact sports with you, but...my boss, she wouldn't approve. I might hurt you."
And then he jumped she rushed to the window and saw him land a few meters down on the emergency stairs. For a second, she thought about chasing him but soon realized it was useless and instead turned back to the safe.
The remainder of the mission was, for Sydney uneventful, she grabbed the artifact and made her way, carefully back to the child care centre. The entire time all she could think about was her run in, once again, with the cocky Brit. He knew her superiors' names, he knew she was a double, what the hell did he know, no to mention he had a boss and it wasn't Sloane, what exactly did that mean? She couldn't wonder about that though because as she turned the final corner and walked back through the door, she found the Emily had been the first to wake and was in the process of painting Jack's face with a bowl of chocolate mouse she'd found.
Well, there's another one, please review. Anj might write the next one.