Chapter 18: Incentive
"Please, don't keep me in suspense, what do you have for me?" Sark said sitting down.
"What? No hello Ms. Bristow? No verbal sparring to get the meeting started? I'm disappointed Mr. Sark." Sydney slowly got up from her chair and walked to a liquor bar behind her. She had on a short gray skirt that showed off her stocking covered legs and each step gave Sark a peek of her lacy garters.
"My apologies, Ms. Bristow, I thought that time was of the essence since Mr. Vaughn has gone into the second stage of the illness. After entering stage four, the cure would be useless." He watched her as she turned around and leaned back on the bar using her elbows to hold her up. The action caused her blouse to open, revealing a lacy black bra that accentuated her cleavage.
"We still have at least 48 hours. Glass of wine?" She asked innocently pulling her hair free from the ponytail and shaking her head so that her hair fell loosely around her face.
"No, I don't drink alcohol in the mornings." He leaned back into his chair wondering what she was up to.
"Not even for a special occasion?" She asked giving him a sexy pout. She poured a glass of wine and walked toward him.
"Not even to celebrate the death of my enemies." He said curtly tensing as she neared. Once she reached him, she wrapped her arms around him from behind dangling the glass temptingly in front of him with one hand.
"There is more to life then celebrating the death of your enemies." She purred throatily into his ear. She unbuttoned the top few buttons of his shirt with her free hand, exposing his neck.
He took the glass of wine from her fingers and set it down on the table. He then grabbed her wrist and whipped her around forcing her to sit on his lap. She resisted on instinct but then forced herself to relaxed. He held up the glass of wine to her lips. "Drink it!" He growled into her ear, tipping the glass up so that what she didn't drink flowed down her chin and neck. She drank, she had no choice. When there was nothing left in the glass Sark turned her around and examined her searchingly as if expecting some kind of effect from the wine. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and looked at him.
"Do you like what you see?" She teased.
"What are you up to?" Sark asked narrowing his eyes. He'd expected the wine to be drugged and it wasn't. He didn't like not being in control of the situation.
"Just a little bit of play. When was the last time you were with a women?" She offered him her neck, which was still wet with wine.
"Why are you doing this?" He asked as he caught a droplet of wine on her neck with his tongue. He then fastened his lips on her neck, sucking lightly. A groan escaped her lips. He held her face in his hands and looked into her eyes. "Is he really worth all this?" He whispered as he pulled her in for a kiss.
"I'd give him my life." She responded right before his lips covered hers. He didn't notice as Sydney reached back and took small syringe from the heel of her shoe. "Checkmate!" She said as she jabbed the tiny syringe into his neck. He pushed her away from him and pulled out the tiny syringe as it hung obscenely from his neck. But the damage was done. He looked at it in shock. Anger quickly took over. "What is it?" He asked coldly, the question whipping her causing her to flinch. He stood up and walked toward her menacingly.
"Incentive." She took a step back. Her scenario hadn't included Sark getting so angry.
"Incentive?" He repeated still stalking of her.
"In getting the cure for Vaughn." She stood her ground remembering what she was here for. The knowledge gave her the strength to face Sark.
"What makes you think that I'd help you now?" He stopped in front of her, his expression unreadable. She eyed the syringe that was still in his hand.
"Maybe because you're now infected with the same disease." She closed her eyes as the hand with the needle came toward her face. She felt the back of is hand brush her cheek and her eyes shot open in surprise.
Sark laughed, the effect was chilling.
"I'm glad that you're finding the situation humorous." Sydney felt a stab of worry. What if Sark had lied about a cure? "There is a cure?"
"No need to worry Ms. Bristow, there's a cure. Unfortunately, it's in North Korea. I can get us in but I can't guarantee that we'll both get out."
"I'll find a way." Sydney said fiercely.
Five hours later, Sydney and Sark skydived from a stealth plane into the outskirts of Sunch on, North Korea. Sark hadn't spoken to her other then to tell her that if she wanted the cure she should follow every command he gave her without question. The silent treatment had given Sydney plenty of time to think.
It took the Koreans less then a minute to find them and surround them after they hit the ground. Sark and Sydney held up their hands in surrender.
"Indentify yourself!" The leader of the group ordered in Korean, pointing his gun at Sark's throat.
"The Ying and Yang symbolizes the balance in each of us." Sark replied in Korean.
The leader gave a comical face and spoke in flawless English. "You're Korean is atrocious Sark!" He lowered his gun and shook Sark's hand. "And you're slipping, you're 15 minutes late!"
"I was detained." Sark replied in English jerking his head in Sydney's direction.
The Korean smiled and gave a wolf whistle. "Sark always told me that he worked alone. If I had a partner like you I wouldn't hide it, I'd would be telling every Tom, Dick, or Harry, I'd died and gone to heaven. My Korean name is Ingku but my American name is Taylor. You can call me anything you want." He held out his hand and smiled roguishly.
"Bristow, Sydney Bristow." She held out hers and she smiled as he kissed it instead of shaking it.
"Enough with the introductions. What's the status?" Sark asked pulling out a floor plan from his pack.
"They're keeping Yon Hee here in this lab. My intel is that there are no longer guards outside the door 24/7. Either she's dead or they have her on a leash. It's going to be like breaking into a candy store after Halloween. The majority of soldiers have gone to P'Yong Yang and won't be back for another 12 hours. We've counted 20 men manning the base." He paused as his two way beeped.
"Alpha, this is Charlie, the base has been secured." The voice on the two said.
"Damn, you made me miss all the action." Complained Taylor. "Ok, let's go in."
The base was eerily silent as they weaved through the maze of corridors to the center of the base. When they reached the center they found an iron door.
"Can we wield through?" Sark asked searching around the door to see if there was a keypad or lock.
"I have a feeling that it's going to be thick." Taylor pounded on the door with his butt of his Daewoo K2 and yelled "Open Seseme!" The door groaned and then started to open. He jumped back in surprise. "Holy shit!"
Once the door had opened enough Sydney, Taylor, and Sark slipped under it. The room was in fact a huge lab with rows of vials of different chemicals lined up and carefully labeled. They silently slipped into the room. In the back they found a beautiful Korean women sleeping on a cot. Sark covered her mouth before waking her. "Is there anyone else in the room?" He whispered. She responded by throwing her arms around him.
"Sark! I knew you'd come." Yon Hee said kissing him. "Oh my god, we have to get out of here." She jumped off the bed and pulled him toward the exit. "The door only stays open for 2 minutes and wont open again for 12 hours." She explained.
"Do you have an antidote for C-352 already made?" He asked urgently.
"Only one dose, it's next to my computer. It'll only work for cases up to stage three. We've got to go!" She said futilely pulling him toward the door. "I can start from scratch and find it again, it'll take a little more time."
"Sydney, we have to go." Sark yelled to Sydney who was standing at the computer with the vial in her hand.
"I have to get her research!" She said tapping the return key.
Sark pushed Yon Hee toward Taylor. "Get her out of here!" He ordered Taylor. Taylor also received the silent message as well. If Sark didn't make it out, Taylor had to leave without Sark and Sydney.
He grabbed Sydney and tried to force her away from the computer. "I'm not leaving without the research." Sark backed off as her fist tightened around the vial.
"Give me the antidote Sydney!" Sark ordered. Sydney ignored him and stared at the computer.
The computer finally downloaded all the information and she grabbed the disk and ran toward the exit. The door shut with a thump as they reached it.
"Please, don't keep me in suspense, what do you have for me?" Sark said sitting down.
"What? No hello Ms. Bristow? No verbal sparring to get the meeting started? I'm disappointed Mr. Sark." Sydney slowly got up from her chair and walked to a liquor bar behind her. She had on a short gray skirt that showed off her stocking covered legs and each step gave Sark a peek of her lacy garters.
"My apologies, Ms. Bristow, I thought that time was of the essence since Mr. Vaughn has gone into the second stage of the illness. After entering stage four, the cure would be useless." He watched her as she turned around and leaned back on the bar using her elbows to hold her up. The action caused her blouse to open, revealing a lacy black bra that accentuated her cleavage.
"We still have at least 48 hours. Glass of wine?" She asked innocently pulling her hair free from the ponytail and shaking her head so that her hair fell loosely around her face.
"No, I don't drink alcohol in the mornings." He leaned back into his chair wondering what she was up to.
"Not even for a special occasion?" She asked giving him a sexy pout. She poured a glass of wine and walked toward him.
"Not even to celebrate the death of my enemies." He said curtly tensing as she neared. Once she reached him, she wrapped her arms around him from behind dangling the glass temptingly in front of him with one hand.
"There is more to life then celebrating the death of your enemies." She purred throatily into his ear. She unbuttoned the top few buttons of his shirt with her free hand, exposing his neck.
He took the glass of wine from her fingers and set it down on the table. He then grabbed her wrist and whipped her around forcing her to sit on his lap. She resisted on instinct but then forced herself to relaxed. He held up the glass of wine to her lips. "Drink it!" He growled into her ear, tipping the glass up so that what she didn't drink flowed down her chin and neck. She drank, she had no choice. When there was nothing left in the glass Sark turned her around and examined her searchingly as if expecting some kind of effect from the wine. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and looked at him.
"Do you like what you see?" She teased.
"What are you up to?" Sark asked narrowing his eyes. He'd expected the wine to be drugged and it wasn't. He didn't like not being in control of the situation.
"Just a little bit of play. When was the last time you were with a women?" She offered him her neck, which was still wet with wine.
"Why are you doing this?" He asked as he caught a droplet of wine on her neck with his tongue. He then fastened his lips on her neck, sucking lightly. A groan escaped her lips. He held her face in his hands and looked into her eyes. "Is he really worth all this?" He whispered as he pulled her in for a kiss.
"I'd give him my life." She responded right before his lips covered hers. He didn't notice as Sydney reached back and took small syringe from the heel of her shoe. "Checkmate!" She said as she jabbed the tiny syringe into his neck. He pushed her away from him and pulled out the tiny syringe as it hung obscenely from his neck. But the damage was done. He looked at it in shock. Anger quickly took over. "What is it?" He asked coldly, the question whipping her causing her to flinch. He stood up and walked toward her menacingly.
"Incentive." She took a step back. Her scenario hadn't included Sark getting so angry.
"Incentive?" He repeated still stalking of her.
"In getting the cure for Vaughn." She stood her ground remembering what she was here for. The knowledge gave her the strength to face Sark.
"What makes you think that I'd help you now?" He stopped in front of her, his expression unreadable. She eyed the syringe that was still in his hand.
"Maybe because you're now infected with the same disease." She closed her eyes as the hand with the needle came toward her face. She felt the back of is hand brush her cheek and her eyes shot open in surprise.
Sark laughed, the effect was chilling.
"I'm glad that you're finding the situation humorous." Sydney felt a stab of worry. What if Sark had lied about a cure? "There is a cure?"
"No need to worry Ms. Bristow, there's a cure. Unfortunately, it's in North Korea. I can get us in but I can't guarantee that we'll both get out."
"I'll find a way." Sydney said fiercely.
Five hours later, Sydney and Sark skydived from a stealth plane into the outskirts of Sunch on, North Korea. Sark hadn't spoken to her other then to tell her that if she wanted the cure she should follow every command he gave her without question. The silent treatment had given Sydney plenty of time to think.
It took the Koreans less then a minute to find them and surround them after they hit the ground. Sark and Sydney held up their hands in surrender.
"Indentify yourself!" The leader of the group ordered in Korean, pointing his gun at Sark's throat.
"The Ying and Yang symbolizes the balance in each of us." Sark replied in Korean.
The leader gave a comical face and spoke in flawless English. "You're Korean is atrocious Sark!" He lowered his gun and shook Sark's hand. "And you're slipping, you're 15 minutes late!"
"I was detained." Sark replied in English jerking his head in Sydney's direction.
The Korean smiled and gave a wolf whistle. "Sark always told me that he worked alone. If I had a partner like you I wouldn't hide it, I'd would be telling every Tom, Dick, or Harry, I'd died and gone to heaven. My Korean name is Ingku but my American name is Taylor. You can call me anything you want." He held out his hand and smiled roguishly.
"Bristow, Sydney Bristow." She held out hers and she smiled as he kissed it instead of shaking it.
"Enough with the introductions. What's the status?" Sark asked pulling out a floor plan from his pack.
"They're keeping Yon Hee here in this lab. My intel is that there are no longer guards outside the door 24/7. Either she's dead or they have her on a leash. It's going to be like breaking into a candy store after Halloween. The majority of soldiers have gone to P'Yong Yang and won't be back for another 12 hours. We've counted 20 men manning the base." He paused as his two way beeped.
"Alpha, this is Charlie, the base has been secured." The voice on the two said.
"Damn, you made me miss all the action." Complained Taylor. "Ok, let's go in."
The base was eerily silent as they weaved through the maze of corridors to the center of the base. When they reached the center they found an iron door.
"Can we wield through?" Sark asked searching around the door to see if there was a keypad or lock.
"I have a feeling that it's going to be thick." Taylor pounded on the door with his butt of his Daewoo K2 and yelled "Open Seseme!" The door groaned and then started to open. He jumped back in surprise. "Holy shit!"
Once the door had opened enough Sydney, Taylor, and Sark slipped under it. The room was in fact a huge lab with rows of vials of different chemicals lined up and carefully labeled. They silently slipped into the room. In the back they found a beautiful Korean women sleeping on a cot. Sark covered her mouth before waking her. "Is there anyone else in the room?" He whispered. She responded by throwing her arms around him.
"Sark! I knew you'd come." Yon Hee said kissing him. "Oh my god, we have to get out of here." She jumped off the bed and pulled him toward the exit. "The door only stays open for 2 minutes and wont open again for 12 hours." She explained.
"Do you have an antidote for C-352 already made?" He asked urgently.
"Only one dose, it's next to my computer. It'll only work for cases up to stage three. We've got to go!" She said futilely pulling him toward the door. "I can start from scratch and find it again, it'll take a little more time."
"Sydney, we have to go." Sark yelled to Sydney who was standing at the computer with the vial in her hand.
"I have to get her research!" She said tapping the return key.
Sark pushed Yon Hee toward Taylor. "Get her out of here!" He ordered Taylor. Taylor also received the silent message as well. If Sark didn't make it out, Taylor had to leave without Sark and Sydney.
He grabbed Sydney and tried to force her away from the computer. "I'm not leaving without the research." Sark backed off as her fist tightened around the vial.
"Give me the antidote Sydney!" Sark ordered. Sydney ignored him and stared at the computer.
The computer finally downloaded all the information and she grabbed the disk and ran toward the exit. The door shut with a thump as they reached it.
