Rising
Chapter Seven
Discovery
Sark streched out in his bed. It was Thursday. One more day and he and Sydney would get rid of Geiger. *BRING* Sark jerked up the phone, glancing at the clock on the way.
"Mr. Sark."
"Hello, Mr. Sark. How was your delightful evening out with Sydney?"
"Pleasant, Mr. Geiger. And yours?"
"Equally pleasant. You know Sydney Bristow?"
"I do work with her and as you already know, I ran into her last night."
"Yes, well, last night was a busy time for her. I caputured her. You see, you have information I want. You want to save Sydney. Come to the SD-6 office at 1:30 today. We'll have our discussion at that time."
"What makes you think I'll tell you?"
"You've formed some sort of bond with Agent Bristow. You'll tell me to protect her."
Sark hung up the phone and threw it across the room. He cursed a few times under his breath before getting to his feet. He began to think, "I wonder what Mr. Vaughn will think when he discovers Daddy Dearest kidnapped his agent."
Vaughn was talking to Will on his communications. "Okay. I found the air vent. Is Weiss there?"
His best friend's voice said jovially over the link, "You think I'd let you walk into enemy territory without me to sit here and eat my donut, shouting supportive cliches like ' you can do it'?"
Vaughn chuckled. "I appreciate your help. Do you see me?" He asked as he slid into the ducts. Will tapped the return button and clicked the mouse. The blue print of Credit Dauphine appeared on the screen. A red mark blipped, the tracking device Vaughn had attached to his jacket. "Yeah. The conversation room is to your left."
Vaughn completed a series of turns and tunnels and found himself laying over Sydney's head. She was drugged and in pain, that much was obvious.
"Found her."
He moved aside the vent and jumped out.
"Sydney, are you alright?"
"Andrew?"
"No. It's Vaughn."
"Vaughn? Vaughn! Which one are you?"
"Sydney?"
"You could be any of them or none of them. No one ever really knows."
Sydney's words were slurred and drawn out.
"I've got to get you out of here."
Sydney started to giggle uncontrollably. She began, "Michael, William, Andrew, Arvin, Jonathan, Marcus, Marshall, Milo, Anna, William, Alexander, Irina, Francine, Charles, Laura, Michael, William, Andrew..."
"Sydney!"
"Lovely of you to join us, Mr. Vaughn."
Vaughn turned and found a tall, blond man standing over him.
"Mr. Geiger."
"My reputation precedes me, does it? It's wonderful to see you again."
"I've never seen you before."
"You mean to tell me that my own son doesn't recognize me?"
"Dad?"
Vaughn mumbled the words that were so close to Sydney's only months before.
"Good boy." He began to clap for his son. The guards rushed to him, tearing him away from Sydney, latching him into an adjacent chair.
"Only a few more moments until Mr. Sark will try his own pathetic rescue attempt."
Sydney's head lulled limply to the side and tears began to fall. "Andrew, Arvin, Jonathan..."
Through the same path did Andrew Sark travel as Michael Vaughn. The same quest for the same woman. He landed on his feet much more adeptly than the man before him, though.
"Sydney."
He rushed to her, ignoring Vaughn.
"You're not a Vaughn. No, you're not...you are a Sark."
She started her slew of names again. Vaughn watched as Sark brushed Sydney's hair away from her face and lifted her head up. A huge black bruise and an inch long cut was revealed on her perfect skin.
"You're not making any sense, Sydney."
Vaughn interrupted, "It's a list of all the people she knows. They're full names."
Sark nodded curtly. "I should have known that he knew, Syd. I just thought we had been careful. I thought we had everything planned out so perfectly. Nothing's ever perfect. You've told me that before."
He leaned forward and kissed her cheek. She groaned and continued her recitation. He began to unhook her.
"Ah, Ah, Mr. Sark, my information before you get the girl."
"What do you want?"
"Irina Derevko's whereabouts."
"I don't know where she is."
"Wrong answer."
Geiger shot Sydney immediately in the thigh. She screamed, tears streaming down her face.
"Try again."
"I told you I don't know!"
"You were her right hand man. You replaced me, practically. Of course you know where she is."
"I don't! I'd tell you if I did."
Geiger shook his head and pointed to the guard. He stepped forward, took Sydney's arm and twisted it until it snapped. Sydney cried out, unable to stop it from happening. Sark's eyes widened and he moved towards the guard like a cat circling his prey. The guard grabbed a hold of Sydney's neck, stopping any more movement from Sark.
"Tell me!"
"She's somewhere in America. She never told me her exact location."
"She doesn't like you." Sydney's quiet, pain-stricken voice broke through. Geiger smiled.
"I should have known her daughter knew. Where is she, Sydney?"
"Michael, William, Andrew..."
Sydney's moment of clarity crashed down. Sark inched towards her. Geiger hand cuffed Sark to the drawer. Sark jerked and Geiger cackled.
"Go ahead and try, Mr. Sark. Try. It'd give me great pleasure."
He left, the two guards following.
Chapter Seven
Discovery
Sark streched out in his bed. It was Thursday. One more day and he and Sydney would get rid of Geiger. *BRING* Sark jerked up the phone, glancing at the clock on the way.
"Mr. Sark."
"Hello, Mr. Sark. How was your delightful evening out with Sydney?"
"Pleasant, Mr. Geiger. And yours?"
"Equally pleasant. You know Sydney Bristow?"
"I do work with her and as you already know, I ran into her last night."
"Yes, well, last night was a busy time for her. I caputured her. You see, you have information I want. You want to save Sydney. Come to the SD-6 office at 1:30 today. We'll have our discussion at that time."
"What makes you think I'll tell you?"
"You've formed some sort of bond with Agent Bristow. You'll tell me to protect her."
Sark hung up the phone and threw it across the room. He cursed a few times under his breath before getting to his feet. He began to think, "I wonder what Mr. Vaughn will think when he discovers Daddy Dearest kidnapped his agent."
Vaughn was talking to Will on his communications. "Okay. I found the air vent. Is Weiss there?"
His best friend's voice said jovially over the link, "You think I'd let you walk into enemy territory without me to sit here and eat my donut, shouting supportive cliches like ' you can do it'?"
Vaughn chuckled. "I appreciate your help. Do you see me?" He asked as he slid into the ducts. Will tapped the return button and clicked the mouse. The blue print of Credit Dauphine appeared on the screen. A red mark blipped, the tracking device Vaughn had attached to his jacket. "Yeah. The conversation room is to your left."
Vaughn completed a series of turns and tunnels and found himself laying over Sydney's head. She was drugged and in pain, that much was obvious.
"Found her."
He moved aside the vent and jumped out.
"Sydney, are you alright?"
"Andrew?"
"No. It's Vaughn."
"Vaughn? Vaughn! Which one are you?"
"Sydney?"
"You could be any of them or none of them. No one ever really knows."
Sydney's words were slurred and drawn out.
"I've got to get you out of here."
Sydney started to giggle uncontrollably. She began, "Michael, William, Andrew, Arvin, Jonathan, Marcus, Marshall, Milo, Anna, William, Alexander, Irina, Francine, Charles, Laura, Michael, William, Andrew..."
"Sydney!"
"Lovely of you to join us, Mr. Vaughn."
Vaughn turned and found a tall, blond man standing over him.
"Mr. Geiger."
"My reputation precedes me, does it? It's wonderful to see you again."
"I've never seen you before."
"You mean to tell me that my own son doesn't recognize me?"
"Dad?"
Vaughn mumbled the words that were so close to Sydney's only months before.
"Good boy." He began to clap for his son. The guards rushed to him, tearing him away from Sydney, latching him into an adjacent chair.
"Only a few more moments until Mr. Sark will try his own pathetic rescue attempt."
Sydney's head lulled limply to the side and tears began to fall. "Andrew, Arvin, Jonathan..."
Through the same path did Andrew Sark travel as Michael Vaughn. The same quest for the same woman. He landed on his feet much more adeptly than the man before him, though.
"Sydney."
He rushed to her, ignoring Vaughn.
"You're not a Vaughn. No, you're not...you are a Sark."
She started her slew of names again. Vaughn watched as Sark brushed Sydney's hair away from her face and lifted her head up. A huge black bruise and an inch long cut was revealed on her perfect skin.
"You're not making any sense, Sydney."
Vaughn interrupted, "It's a list of all the people she knows. They're full names."
Sark nodded curtly. "I should have known that he knew, Syd. I just thought we had been careful. I thought we had everything planned out so perfectly. Nothing's ever perfect. You've told me that before."
He leaned forward and kissed her cheek. She groaned and continued her recitation. He began to unhook her.
"Ah, Ah, Mr. Sark, my information before you get the girl."
"What do you want?"
"Irina Derevko's whereabouts."
"I don't know where she is."
"Wrong answer."
Geiger shot Sydney immediately in the thigh. She screamed, tears streaming down her face.
"Try again."
"I told you I don't know!"
"You were her right hand man. You replaced me, practically. Of course you know where she is."
"I don't! I'd tell you if I did."
Geiger shook his head and pointed to the guard. He stepped forward, took Sydney's arm and twisted it until it snapped. Sydney cried out, unable to stop it from happening. Sark's eyes widened and he moved towards the guard like a cat circling his prey. The guard grabbed a hold of Sydney's neck, stopping any more movement from Sark.
"Tell me!"
"She's somewhere in America. She never told me her exact location."
"She doesn't like you." Sydney's quiet, pain-stricken voice broke through. Geiger smiled.
"I should have known her daughter knew. Where is she, Sydney?"
"Michael, William, Andrew..."
Sydney's moment of clarity crashed down. Sark inched towards her. Geiger hand cuffed Sark to the drawer. Sark jerked and Geiger cackled.
"Go ahead and try, Mr. Sark. Try. It'd give me great pleasure."
He left, the two guards following.