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Chapter Four
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"He would want to sleep with her?!!!" Both men yelled in unison.
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Meanwhile
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The small quarters of the cell made Sydney itch to run. Never had she felt so confined and distanced from the outside world. But the worst feeling she had was the feeling of uncleanliness. She felt unbelievably dirty for what she had just done. Even if she did get to take a shower some time soon she would still feel this way. It was not the type of feeling you could just wash away, it was one of such horrible substance that you needed to scrub and scrub until your skin turned raw and then scrub some more. Sleeping with the enemy. If her dad ever found out about what she had ;just done,...well, lets just say she knew it wouldn't be too pretty. In his mind, there was nothing lower for a person to do than sleep with the enemy. And right about now, Sydney was starting to agree with him.
"Why won't you just let me go Sark?" Sydney pleaded mercifully for about the tenth time. "I completed my part of the agreement. You can't just hold me here like this! You promised to let me leave!"
"Ah,...yes, I also completed my part of the deal. I sent your precious antidote out the morning after our little...rendezvous. But, I still refuse to let you leave until you agree to my new terms. They are quite simple, really. All you have to do is stay here as my hostage for a little while longer. And when I feel that the time is right, I will let you go and never bother you again." Sark promised.
"No way! I want to go home Sark! Haven't you taken enough from me already?!" Sydney was on the verge of tears, but was also fuming at Sark. It was a combination she felt all to often.
"I'm sorry Sydney, I can't let you do that. Goodnight, and sleep well." And with that, Sark turned to walk toward the exit remorselessly.
But before he had made it two feet, Sydney was on him. She flung her right leg out to kick him but missed dreadfully. Backing off slightly to regain her composure, Sydney launched herself at Sark again, only to be greeted by the nose of a stungun to her stomach that knocked her back down to rest on the ground. Sark left unharmed.
After a few minutes of trying to steady her breathing after the stun, Sydney sat up and hoisted herself onto the steely metal bed in the corner of the room. It was the only thing in the room besides a small, makeshift toilet and the locked door.
Trying to make herself comfortable, she changed positions more times than she could count, each time avoiding laying on any part of her stomach, for it ached with a throbbing power emitted only by a stun gun.
Finally, Sydney allowed herself to cry for the first time in many weeks. It felt wonderful to at last relieve herself of the unavoidable stress.
After the crying began to subside, Sydney allowed her mind to wander far beyond the tight walls of her chamber to a certain gentleman. Vaughn. One thought continued to grasp her attention as she lay thinking about him. 'What would he think of her now?' She knew everyone else would most likely been outraged and disgusted by her sloppy effort to save a life. She could almost hear them saying those very words. She had indeed disgraced them, she had to admit that much. But what about Vaughn? Would he feel the same way? Or perhaps he would be a little proud, definitely grateful.
Another few hours passed, Sydney deep in thought the entire time. This time, she was thinking about how she would escape. Maybe Vaughn and her father would come rescue her. Maybe she would find a way to escape herself. Maybe she would be stuck here until Sark decided to let her go.
She thought what he was doing, just keeping her captive like this, was very strange. She couldn't figure out what he was up to, no matter how hard and long she thought. It all seemed so ridiculous. Even to her, even to double-agent Sydney Bristow. How ironic.
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Meanwhile (Again)
At the Joint Task Force Offices (CIA)
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"I need three tickets to London, England please.....yes, for today......as soon as possible....right....okay......thank you, we'll be there in about 30 minutes......" Jack spoke gruffly into his cell phone.
"We've got a flight in an hour, lets get going." Jack promoted Irina and Vaughn to follow him.
"Irina, I trust, since this concerns Sydney, that you will behave yourself. We have no time to get a new C-4 necklace, so don't try anything funny." Jack sneered at Irina.
"Of course Jack." Irina responded just as coldly.
Irina had just disclosed the location where Sark would most likely take Sydney. The three of them were off to rescue her and bring her back safely. It was all so patriotic.
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7 hours later,
London, England
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Sydney had finally nodded off to sleep only to be suddenly jolted awake by thundering footsteps outside her chamber.
She slowly managed to count each separate pair of feet. There were three.
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Chapter Four
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"He would want to sleep with her?!!!" Both men yelled in unison.
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Meanwhile
*
The small quarters of the cell made Sydney itch to run. Never had she felt so confined and distanced from the outside world. But the worst feeling she had was the feeling of uncleanliness. She felt unbelievably dirty for what she had just done. Even if she did get to take a shower some time soon she would still feel this way. It was not the type of feeling you could just wash away, it was one of such horrible substance that you needed to scrub and scrub until your skin turned raw and then scrub some more. Sleeping with the enemy. If her dad ever found out about what she had ;just done,...well, lets just say she knew it wouldn't be too pretty. In his mind, there was nothing lower for a person to do than sleep with the enemy. And right about now, Sydney was starting to agree with him.
"Why won't you just let me go Sark?" Sydney pleaded mercifully for about the tenth time. "I completed my part of the agreement. You can't just hold me here like this! You promised to let me leave!"
"Ah,...yes, I also completed my part of the deal. I sent your precious antidote out the morning after our little...rendezvous. But, I still refuse to let you leave until you agree to my new terms. They are quite simple, really. All you have to do is stay here as my hostage for a little while longer. And when I feel that the time is right, I will let you go and never bother you again." Sark promised.
"No way! I want to go home Sark! Haven't you taken enough from me already?!" Sydney was on the verge of tears, but was also fuming at Sark. It was a combination she felt all to often.
"I'm sorry Sydney, I can't let you do that. Goodnight, and sleep well." And with that, Sark turned to walk toward the exit remorselessly.
But before he had made it two feet, Sydney was on him. She flung her right leg out to kick him but missed dreadfully. Backing off slightly to regain her composure, Sydney launched herself at Sark again, only to be greeted by the nose of a stungun to her stomach that knocked her back down to rest on the ground. Sark left unharmed.
After a few minutes of trying to steady her breathing after the stun, Sydney sat up and hoisted herself onto the steely metal bed in the corner of the room. It was the only thing in the room besides a small, makeshift toilet and the locked door.
Trying to make herself comfortable, she changed positions more times than she could count, each time avoiding laying on any part of her stomach, for it ached with a throbbing power emitted only by a stun gun.
Finally, Sydney allowed herself to cry for the first time in many weeks. It felt wonderful to at last relieve herself of the unavoidable stress.
After the crying began to subside, Sydney allowed her mind to wander far beyond the tight walls of her chamber to a certain gentleman. Vaughn. One thought continued to grasp her attention as she lay thinking about him. 'What would he think of her now?' She knew everyone else would most likely been outraged and disgusted by her sloppy effort to save a life. She could almost hear them saying those very words. She had indeed disgraced them, she had to admit that much. But what about Vaughn? Would he feel the same way? Or perhaps he would be a little proud, definitely grateful.
Another few hours passed, Sydney deep in thought the entire time. This time, she was thinking about how she would escape. Maybe Vaughn and her father would come rescue her. Maybe she would find a way to escape herself. Maybe she would be stuck here until Sark decided to let her go.
She thought what he was doing, just keeping her captive like this, was very strange. She couldn't figure out what he was up to, no matter how hard and long she thought. It all seemed so ridiculous. Even to her, even to double-agent Sydney Bristow. How ironic.
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Meanwhile (Again)
At the Joint Task Force Offices (CIA)
*
"I need three tickets to London, England please.....yes, for today......as soon as possible....right....okay......thank you, we'll be there in about 30 minutes......" Jack spoke gruffly into his cell phone.
"We've got a flight in an hour, lets get going." Jack promoted Irina and Vaughn to follow him.
"Irina, I trust, since this concerns Sydney, that you will behave yourself. We have no time to get a new C-4 necklace, so don't try anything funny." Jack sneered at Irina.
"Of course Jack." Irina responded just as coldly.
Irina had just disclosed the location where Sark would most likely take Sydney. The three of them were off to rescue her and bring her back safely. It was all so patriotic.
*
7 hours later,
London, England
*
Sydney had finally nodded off to sleep only to be suddenly jolted awake by thundering footsteps outside her chamber.
She slowly managed to count each separate pair of feet. There were three.
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