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Sydney met Sark at an underpass that very same day. "Sark, what the hell are you doing here. I agreed to meet Sloane." Sark got out of his car, and walked over to the waiting Sydney.
"What makes you say that I am here to meet you? Sloane told me to meet him here."
"LIAR!" She hissed. Automatically, she threw her leg in the air at Sark's face. HE stumbled back, not hurt, surprised. He quickly began to retaliate against Sydney. The fighting felt good to Sydney. She hadn't had much time to really fight, and a good and challenging fight for some time, and Sark was definitely her match. She made one last blow to his belly, and was able to make her final move. Sydney grabbed Sark by the throat and threw him against the concrete barrier. He began to gasp for air. "You lying son of a bitch."
"If you would let me go, I will explain." Sydney eased her tension on his throat, but kept her hands still close to his neck, waiting for the next lie to come out of his mouth. "Sloane sent for me to be here at this time. He said the Rembaldi device was ready. He is bringing a car to bring us there. You were never mentioned." He explained.
"What interest do you have in the Rembaldi device?"
"My interests are not of your concern. Now, will you please step back?"
Sydney released all grips she had on Sark, and walked back to her car. She got in, and turned on the radio to wait with music. She sat back, and closed her eyes, and listened to the soul of the music fill her own empty soul. The salty burn of tears rolled quietly down her cheeks; as she did what she seemed to best, cry. Tears left stains down her cheeks from where she had gotten a little dirty from fighting with Sark.
Each tear was shed for something different. There was guilt. And regret. And love. She had sold herself to the devil for love. And it wasn't even a guaranteed love. She was doing all this to see what could happen. She told herself that she would never work for Sloane again, but yet, here she was preparing to meet him to get a series of at least 27 missions lined up. But at this point, she was bound to her decision. But her decision was made on the hope of love. She had never felt the kind of love she felt with Vaughn with anyone else. Not Danny, not Will, not Francie, not her father, and most definently not her mother. Only Vaughn. She only wanted to spend the rest of her life with Vaughn. Without him was too painful. She was bound to love.
There was a knock at the window. Sark's face peered through the tinted glass. She could see the dark image of Sloane's limousine outside, waiting for her and Sark. She quickly dried her tears, and put on a brave face before turning off her engine, and exiting her car. Sloane was already waiting for them at the hood of his own limo, with paper in front of him. "Sydney, Mr. Sark. Lovely to see you both after more than two years. Sark, would you please get in the car, so that I may talk to Sydney alone for a moment." Sark silently nodded, before he got into the car. Sloane turned to Sydney. "Before we proceed, I need you to sign these contracts here. You will notice no loop holes, and no other terms other than those discussed this morning." Sydney took only a moment before reading over the contracts. She took then pen from Sloane, and signed her name. Sloane then did the same. "Excellent. Let's go now."
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