Disclaimer: I own nothing pertaining to Alias.
(I do have some pictures and a crush on Vaughn though!)
Sydney turned off the monitor, and headed for the warehouse.
She had to call Will from a secure location.
When she arrived, she pulled out her cell phone, and dialed Will on his cell phone.
"Hello." Will said, his voice shaking.
"Will, are you okay?" Sydney asked.
"Syd…" Will's voice was cut off, and a familiar British accented voice replaced it.
"Hello Miss Bristow." Sark said.
"Sark, what have you done to Will?" she asked.
"Don't forget Miss Calfo." He said, a hint of a chuckle appearing in his voice.
"Sark! Where are you?" Sydney demanded pacing the warehouse floor.
"A supposed super sleuth as your self, should be able to find that out on her own. Don't you think?" he asked.
"Sark, what do you want? Money?" she asked, knowing that couldn't be it. She knew he had to be rich by now.
"Nothing so tacky." He scoffed.
"Then what?" she asked.
"You come work for my organization, and I let your friends go." He stated.
"What! I will not!" she said.
"Then you will never see your friends again, I suppose." He said.
She heard Francie saying something to Will. But, it was hard to make out what she was saying.
"Were are Francie and Will? Are they hurt?" Sydney asked.
"Oh, no. They're fine. But, if you do not come work for my ring of associates, you will not see them again." Sark repeated.
Sydney tried to swallow her tears, but found she couldn't.
"You have ten minutes to decide what to do." He said.
"Fine. I'll call you back." She said about to press the 'off' button, but Sark interrupted.
"No. I know you are going to confer with the CIA, so give me your answer now." He said.
Sydney grimaced.
If she wanted to see Will and Francie again, she had to do this.
She heard Will holler at the phone. "Don't listen to him Syd!"
She gulped.
Then she heard Francie. "She better! I don't know what's going on here, but I want to be let go! And if Sydney has to join some club, or something to get me out. Then let her do it!"
"Francie, you don't know what you're saying!" Will spat.
"I don't really care!" Francie's voice was full of defiance.
"Fine. Sark, I'll do it." Sydney said.
"Good. I'll drop your friends off at the alley by the dumpsters on Maine." He said, "You can pick them up there."
"Fine. What about…" Sydney began.
"I'll let you know about the double of your friends…" he was cut off by Sydney.
"What? I thought there was only a Francie double!"
"You were wrong." Sark said simply.
"Well, obviously." Sydney replied.
"We'll be in contact." With that he hung up.
Sydney crumpled to the floor in a mass of tears.
What was she going to have to do?
She knew she might not be able to pull off the whole double agent thing in Sark's organization.
She couldn't believe she was going to work for Sark.
AN/ I know, I know. Really short, but I'm trying to update all of my stories! I'll explain why Sark want's her for his organization in later chapters. Anyway, you like? Please keep all reviews G rated with no bleeped out with stars, implied, or actual cuss words! Thanks! =)