Found
Chapter Six
Arrival
Sydney landed inside the middle of the Task Force Center. She fell into Marshall, knocking him to the ground. He scrambled around, leafing through scattered papers, "I'm soo..Sydney! Where did you come from? You've been missing since five days ago. We found, well, Vaughn found Will almost dead and Francie had-had died. I'm so sorry."
"No. Francie was already dead. That was Allison. Project Christmas. I need to see the list, Marshall, and I need a ticket to Cairo."
"Don't you want to see Mr. Vaughn? You love him and I would want-never mind."
"Marshall, the list. Don't tell anyone I'm here. I'm going to go hide over here."
"But.."
"Please."
"Okay." Marshall's admiring eyes looked reluctant as he agreed to Sydney's terms. He hurred to his computer and printed out the roster. Andrew Salahay. Born in Galway, Ireland to American parents. The ticket was waiting for her at the airport. Sydney beamed at Marshall, kissing his cheek, before running out of the center, dodging everyone there.
Sark landed with a big thud at the observatory. Sloane landed next to him. He surveyed the area to find his bearings and discovered the battered Sloane, unconcious. Malicious laughter rose in his throat as he tied Sloane up. He called his private jet to come take him to Cairo. He had to beat Sydney there. He hoped she'd made it home okay. He hoped she was okay. He smiled to himself, thinking about what had happened to him. Only a few days ago, he hadn't cared about what happened to anyone but himself, with the slight exception of Irina. Now he was worried about her daughter and all he could do was wait.
Sydney flew to Egypt and drove herself to the warehouse. She flung open the doors to find Sark sitting against a wall, his hair faded back into blond. Across from him, an angry Sloane sat tied to a post.
"Andrew!"
His head whipped up at the sound his first name. No one had called him Andrew in years. She smiled at him sweetly.
"I looked at a list of Project Christmas children. That was the closest I could find to your name."
"Nice deductive reasoning, Agent Bristow."
Sydney nodded, "What you said before-"
"Tell me later. For now, let's get rid of this bloody contraption and take Sloane into custody."
"We'll talk later, then."
"Indeed."
Sydney picked up a sledge hammer, gripping the wood handle. She walked cautiously to the machine and removed the clock. Sloane was struggling against his bindings to no avail, which amused Sydney. Sark definitely knew how to tie a knot and keep a prisoner. She smashed the clock into many pieces before attacking the rest of the device. Sark watched her destroy the machine and knew that it was much more than messing the machine. It was letting out her pent up frustration for everything that had happened. In a sense, she was destroying her spy life. He respected that and observed her quietly. Finally, he walked up behind her, taking the hammer from her hands. He wrapped Sydney into his arms and she instantly relaxed. They stood completely still for a moment. Then, Sark whispered, "You should take Sloane in to the CIA. I'll meet you at your house, Love."
"Okay. You do promise to be there, don't you?"
"I do promise."
Sydney beamed before grabbing Sloane up. She jerked his hands behind his back and she took the gun Sark tossed her. She picked up her cell phone to call Jack and Vaughn for a CIA issue plane to come pick them up. Sark kissed her forehead before sneaking away from the warehouse.
Chapter Six
Arrival
Sydney landed inside the middle of the Task Force Center. She fell into Marshall, knocking him to the ground. He scrambled around, leafing through scattered papers, "I'm soo..Sydney! Where did you come from? You've been missing since five days ago. We found, well, Vaughn found Will almost dead and Francie had-had died. I'm so sorry."
"No. Francie was already dead. That was Allison. Project Christmas. I need to see the list, Marshall, and I need a ticket to Cairo."
"Don't you want to see Mr. Vaughn? You love him and I would want-never mind."
"Marshall, the list. Don't tell anyone I'm here. I'm going to go hide over here."
"But.."
"Please."
"Okay." Marshall's admiring eyes looked reluctant as he agreed to Sydney's terms. He hurred to his computer and printed out the roster. Andrew Salahay. Born in Galway, Ireland to American parents. The ticket was waiting for her at the airport. Sydney beamed at Marshall, kissing his cheek, before running out of the center, dodging everyone there.
Sark landed with a big thud at the observatory. Sloane landed next to him. He surveyed the area to find his bearings and discovered the battered Sloane, unconcious. Malicious laughter rose in his throat as he tied Sloane up. He called his private jet to come take him to Cairo. He had to beat Sydney there. He hoped she'd made it home okay. He hoped she was okay. He smiled to himself, thinking about what had happened to him. Only a few days ago, he hadn't cared about what happened to anyone but himself, with the slight exception of Irina. Now he was worried about her daughter and all he could do was wait.
Sydney flew to Egypt and drove herself to the warehouse. She flung open the doors to find Sark sitting against a wall, his hair faded back into blond. Across from him, an angry Sloane sat tied to a post.
"Andrew!"
His head whipped up at the sound his first name. No one had called him Andrew in years. She smiled at him sweetly.
"I looked at a list of Project Christmas children. That was the closest I could find to your name."
"Nice deductive reasoning, Agent Bristow."
Sydney nodded, "What you said before-"
"Tell me later. For now, let's get rid of this bloody contraption and take Sloane into custody."
"We'll talk later, then."
"Indeed."
Sydney picked up a sledge hammer, gripping the wood handle. She walked cautiously to the machine and removed the clock. Sloane was struggling against his bindings to no avail, which amused Sydney. Sark definitely knew how to tie a knot and keep a prisoner. She smashed the clock into many pieces before attacking the rest of the device. Sark watched her destroy the machine and knew that it was much more than messing the machine. It was letting out her pent up frustration for everything that had happened. In a sense, she was destroying her spy life. He respected that and observed her quietly. Finally, he walked up behind her, taking the hammer from her hands. He wrapped Sydney into his arms and she instantly relaxed. They stood completely still for a moment. Then, Sark whispered, "You should take Sloane in to the CIA. I'll meet you at your house, Love."
"Okay. You do promise to be there, don't you?"
"I do promise."
Sydney beamed before grabbing Sloane up. She jerked his hands behind his back and she took the gun Sark tossed her. She picked up her cell phone to call Jack and Vaughn for a CIA issue plane to come pick them up. Sark kissed her forehead before sneaking away from the warehouse.