Rising
Chapter Six
Planning
Sydney and Sark had agreed to meet at Francie's restaurant. A busy atmosphere, the possibilty of an accidental run in, and a few bug killers would make the meeting a lot easier for them both. Sark entered the cheery restaurant and saw Sydney in a corner booth. Sark snuck to the booth, glancing around to see if Security Section was watching.
"Imagine running into you here."
"I am shocked."
The two exchanged a look. Sark opened his messenger bag and placed some papers on the table. Sydney was still staring at him.
"What?"
"I've never seen you in casual dress."
"I don't look that much different."
"You do." Sark rolled his eyes and prepared to get down to business. Francie walked over.
"Can I get you anything?"
"A Petreuse 1982, please."
"No problem."
"Francie, this is Sark."
Sark watched in amusement as Francie's face lit up.
"You're Mr. Sark? You don't look deformed or anything."
Sark burst into laughter and Sydney started to blush.
"Why would you think that?"
"To hear Sydney talk about it, you're the worst person to be teamed up with."
"Ah, she's covering up her real feelings."
Sark grabbed his shin as he felt a sharp kick be executed to his knee cap.
Francie smiled brightly and shook his hand. She shot Sydney a look that clearly said, What is wrong with you?
"I'll bring your wine right out."
"Thank you."
Francie left and Sydney shook her head.
"We've got to trap him. My thoughts are you ask to meet with him. Not at SD-6, somewhere else. Then, let me take care of the rest."
"What are you going to do?"
Sark met her eyes. "Don't worry about that part."
She flinched a little and Sark knew what she was thinking. He would be the monster he really was. She would have to deal with it.
"It's a good plan, Sydney."
"I know it is. Why don't we do it on Friday?"
"Alright. Be careful."
"Yeah. You too."
"I should go, before SD-6's goons break the place down."
"See you at work."
"Good night." Sark strolled away cockily after taking one last sip of his wine, surprised that their meeting had ended so cordially. Sydney watched him leave and a wave of worry flood over her. She had one of those feelings, a dangerous foreboding that she couldn't seem to shake.
Sydney left the restaurant an hour later, telling Francie good bye. As she walked to her SUV, she knew she was being followed. She sped up her pace, hoping to avoid confrontation, since she didn't have any weapons. Suddenly, four armed men surrounded her. Sydney kicked a gun out of one guy's hand while twisting the other guy's arm. A fire was shot and Sydney fell to the ground. She clutched her leg and tried to crawl away. One stepped on her hand and she screamed out. She felt the barrel of the gun hit the back of her neck and shoot, and her entire world went black.
Will called Vaughn frantically.
"She hasn't come home. Sydney left Francie's restaurant eight hours ago and said she was going home. She isn't there. And right before Sydney left, Francie got to meet Mr. Sark."
"I knew he would turn her in. She tried to tell me he wouldn't, but I shouldn't have listened."
"What can we do?"
"We've got to get into SD-6. Meet me at a werehouse, it's on the corner of 7th and Delaware. We'll devise a plan from there."
"Sounds good." Will disconnected and rushed to his car.
Chapter Six
Planning
Sydney and Sark had agreed to meet at Francie's restaurant. A busy atmosphere, the possibilty of an accidental run in, and a few bug killers would make the meeting a lot easier for them both. Sark entered the cheery restaurant and saw Sydney in a corner booth. Sark snuck to the booth, glancing around to see if Security Section was watching.
"Imagine running into you here."
"I am shocked."
The two exchanged a look. Sark opened his messenger bag and placed some papers on the table. Sydney was still staring at him.
"What?"
"I've never seen you in casual dress."
"I don't look that much different."
"You do." Sark rolled his eyes and prepared to get down to business. Francie walked over.
"Can I get you anything?"
"A Petreuse 1982, please."
"No problem."
"Francie, this is Sark."
Sark watched in amusement as Francie's face lit up.
"You're Mr. Sark? You don't look deformed or anything."
Sark burst into laughter and Sydney started to blush.
"Why would you think that?"
"To hear Sydney talk about it, you're the worst person to be teamed up with."
"Ah, she's covering up her real feelings."
Sark grabbed his shin as he felt a sharp kick be executed to his knee cap.
Francie smiled brightly and shook his hand. She shot Sydney a look that clearly said, What is wrong with you?
"I'll bring your wine right out."
"Thank you."
Francie left and Sydney shook her head.
"We've got to trap him. My thoughts are you ask to meet with him. Not at SD-6, somewhere else. Then, let me take care of the rest."
"What are you going to do?"
Sark met her eyes. "Don't worry about that part."
She flinched a little and Sark knew what she was thinking. He would be the monster he really was. She would have to deal with it.
"It's a good plan, Sydney."
"I know it is. Why don't we do it on Friday?"
"Alright. Be careful."
"Yeah. You too."
"I should go, before SD-6's goons break the place down."
"See you at work."
"Good night." Sark strolled away cockily after taking one last sip of his wine, surprised that their meeting had ended so cordially. Sydney watched him leave and a wave of worry flood over her. She had one of those feelings, a dangerous foreboding that she couldn't seem to shake.
Sydney left the restaurant an hour later, telling Francie good bye. As she walked to her SUV, she knew she was being followed. She sped up her pace, hoping to avoid confrontation, since she didn't have any weapons. Suddenly, four armed men surrounded her. Sydney kicked a gun out of one guy's hand while twisting the other guy's arm. A fire was shot and Sydney fell to the ground. She clutched her leg and tried to crawl away. One stepped on her hand and she screamed out. She felt the barrel of the gun hit the back of her neck and shoot, and her entire world went black.
Will called Vaughn frantically.
"She hasn't come home. Sydney left Francie's restaurant eight hours ago and said she was going home. She isn't there. And right before Sydney left, Francie got to meet Mr. Sark."
"I knew he would turn her in. She tried to tell me he wouldn't, but I shouldn't have listened."
"What can we do?"
"We've got to get into SD-6. Meet me at a werehouse, it's on the corner of 7th and Delaware. We'll devise a plan from there."
"Sounds good." Will disconnected and rushed to his car.