"I think that's him." Dixon said, zooming in on the blonde figure exiting
the building. Marshal had been right, the car he'd retrofitted had amazing
capabilities. There was a 8 x 12 high definition screen sitting on the
front dash, which connected to the many surveillance devices the car was
equipped with.
"Yes that's definitely Sark," Sydney sighed. She wasn't fully sure that she wanted to come face to face with him again. Well at least this soon after learning that he was her brother.
"How do you want to play this Sydney?"
"Well I don't want to blow his cover.I'll go in." She said grabbing the bag Marshall had given her. In it was a blonde wig, a large pink jacket and a bag of make-up. She quickly got ready and Dixon drove toward the warehouse where Sark was waiting outside. Sydney got out of the car and Dixon sped off. With the technology in this car, it wasn't necessary for him to remain close to the warehouse, in order to know exactly what was going on.
"Well.it took you longer than I'd expected..and that's a rather nice outfit." He was amused by her disguise for some reason.
"Well are we going to stand outside all day or can we talk?"
"We can talk." He said as he began walking toward the entrance to the warehouse. "But first I think I should show you this." He kept walking, and Sydney followed in silence. She had so many questions she wanted to ask him, but now wasn't the time.
She followed him through the large main room of the warehouse and to an office in the back. He opened the door for her and then went to the desk which sat in the corner. Sydney watched as he opened a drawer and flipped a switch. The switch evidently activated a door in the ground against the far wall. A large stairwell opened and Sark began to descend without a word. She followed him. At the bottom of the stairs a large hall began to appear. It seemed to lead on forever. As Sark led the way down the hall, Sydney noticed that the floor sloped down. As time passed she wondered if Dixon was still able to get a signal from this deep underground. Sark stopped eventually, though the hallway appeared to keep descending. He turned down another long dark passage way, but this time only went about ten feet before stopping. The passageway was almost pitch black, except for the little bit of light from the adjoining hallway.
"Oh bloody hell, I can never find this switch." He said as he felt the wall to his right. Finally he smiled, evidently finding the switch, which glowed green. It looked just like an elevator button, and sure enough a few seconds later two doors opened up and Sark led the way onto an elevator. There were no buttons on the inside of this elevator, but it began to descend as soon as the door closed.
"Where are we going?" Sydney was tired of blindly following her brother through this maze.
"You'll see soon enough."
"Now that we're.well siblings, would you mind telling me you're real name, or would you prefer that I call you Sark, brother?" She was tired of this whole charade.
"My name." He chuckled a little. "Well dear sister I do believe that the name Sark would do for all appropriate purposes. But in the name of trust I do suppose that it is fitting I tell you." He looked at her in the dim light of the elevator. It had been descending for over a minute now. "My real name is Damien." He said this as the elevator stopped, and opened it's doors.
Sark.or Damien, led the way out of the elevator and down another long, dark tunnel.
"Where are we?" Sydney said with more than just a hint of exasperation in her voice.
"We're directly under the warehouse we were in before."
"How far under, brother dearest." As soon as she said that he stopped walking and turned around to face her.
"If you're trying to contact you're partner, it won't work. We're over 200 feet under ground measures have been taken to assure that no signals of any kind can travel in or out of this area."
"How did you know I was trying to contact anyone?" She asked, surprised that he'd picked up her code-word.
"Brother dearest is not in your normal vocabulary." He began walking again. He was been right. She had been hoping that Dixon would contact her but he hadn't. So she tried using their code word to get him to begin transmitting a radio signal, but it hadn't worked.
"Ah, here we are." He opened a door at the end of the hallway. It was marked 47. They entered the dark room, which Sydney could tell was small just from the feel of it. Sark turned on the lights, and led the way across the room to another door at the far side. He turned to her before opening it. "Are you sure you're ready."
"You waited until we were all the way down here before asking that. Let's go."
He pulled a key from his pocket and inserted it into the knob of the door, turned in and opened the door. This room was much bigger, and was well lit. The entrance they had passed through was in the corner and as the stepped through it Sydney could see the entire expanse of the room. It must have been just as big as the warehouse they had entered in the first place. The ceiling was at lest three stories high and it must have been three hundred feet across. It was lit by florescent lights, which shone with a sort of blue haze. Finally movement across the room caused Sydney's eyes to focus on the far corner. Sark began leading the way toward that corner.
As they neared the other side Sydney could make out the identity of one of the three figures sitting at a table. It was her father. Sark maintained his pace walking nonchalantly, and Sydney began to pick up speed. She watched her father stand up, and this caused her to break out into an all out run. She ran right into him, and almost knocked him over. They hugged intensely for several minutes before either spoke.
"Dad I."She could express how wonderful she was feeling.
"Sydney I'm sorry for all of the secrecy, but .we had to make sure Slone wasn't still watching you." Just then her mother stepped forward, and smiled at her daughter.
"Yes that's definitely Sark," Sydney sighed. She wasn't fully sure that she wanted to come face to face with him again. Well at least this soon after learning that he was her brother.
"How do you want to play this Sydney?"
"Well I don't want to blow his cover.I'll go in." She said grabbing the bag Marshall had given her. In it was a blonde wig, a large pink jacket and a bag of make-up. She quickly got ready and Dixon drove toward the warehouse where Sark was waiting outside. Sydney got out of the car and Dixon sped off. With the technology in this car, it wasn't necessary for him to remain close to the warehouse, in order to know exactly what was going on.
"Well.it took you longer than I'd expected..and that's a rather nice outfit." He was amused by her disguise for some reason.
"Well are we going to stand outside all day or can we talk?"
"We can talk." He said as he began walking toward the entrance to the warehouse. "But first I think I should show you this." He kept walking, and Sydney followed in silence. She had so many questions she wanted to ask him, but now wasn't the time.
She followed him through the large main room of the warehouse and to an office in the back. He opened the door for her and then went to the desk which sat in the corner. Sydney watched as he opened a drawer and flipped a switch. The switch evidently activated a door in the ground against the far wall. A large stairwell opened and Sark began to descend without a word. She followed him. At the bottom of the stairs a large hall began to appear. It seemed to lead on forever. As Sark led the way down the hall, Sydney noticed that the floor sloped down. As time passed she wondered if Dixon was still able to get a signal from this deep underground. Sark stopped eventually, though the hallway appeared to keep descending. He turned down another long dark passage way, but this time only went about ten feet before stopping. The passageway was almost pitch black, except for the little bit of light from the adjoining hallway.
"Oh bloody hell, I can never find this switch." He said as he felt the wall to his right. Finally he smiled, evidently finding the switch, which glowed green. It looked just like an elevator button, and sure enough a few seconds later two doors opened up and Sark led the way onto an elevator. There were no buttons on the inside of this elevator, but it began to descend as soon as the door closed.
"Where are we going?" Sydney was tired of blindly following her brother through this maze.
"You'll see soon enough."
"Now that we're.well siblings, would you mind telling me you're real name, or would you prefer that I call you Sark, brother?" She was tired of this whole charade.
"My name." He chuckled a little. "Well dear sister I do believe that the name Sark would do for all appropriate purposes. But in the name of trust I do suppose that it is fitting I tell you." He looked at her in the dim light of the elevator. It had been descending for over a minute now. "My real name is Damien." He said this as the elevator stopped, and opened it's doors.
Sark.or Damien, led the way out of the elevator and down another long, dark tunnel.
"Where are we?" Sydney said with more than just a hint of exasperation in her voice.
"We're directly under the warehouse we were in before."
"How far under, brother dearest." As soon as she said that he stopped walking and turned around to face her.
"If you're trying to contact you're partner, it won't work. We're over 200 feet under ground measures have been taken to assure that no signals of any kind can travel in or out of this area."
"How did you know I was trying to contact anyone?" She asked, surprised that he'd picked up her code-word.
"Brother dearest is not in your normal vocabulary." He began walking again. He was been right. She had been hoping that Dixon would contact her but he hadn't. So she tried using their code word to get him to begin transmitting a radio signal, but it hadn't worked.
"Ah, here we are." He opened a door at the end of the hallway. It was marked 47. They entered the dark room, which Sydney could tell was small just from the feel of it. Sark turned on the lights, and led the way across the room to another door at the far side. He turned to her before opening it. "Are you sure you're ready."
"You waited until we were all the way down here before asking that. Let's go."
He pulled a key from his pocket and inserted it into the knob of the door, turned in and opened the door. This room was much bigger, and was well lit. The entrance they had passed through was in the corner and as the stepped through it Sydney could see the entire expanse of the room. It must have been just as big as the warehouse they had entered in the first place. The ceiling was at lest three stories high and it must have been three hundred feet across. It was lit by florescent lights, which shone with a sort of blue haze. Finally movement across the room caused Sydney's eyes to focus on the far corner. Sark began leading the way toward that corner.
As they neared the other side Sydney could make out the identity of one of the three figures sitting at a table. It was her father. Sark maintained his pace walking nonchalantly, and Sydney began to pick up speed. She watched her father stand up, and this caused her to break out into an all out run. She ran right into him, and almost knocked him over. They hugged intensely for several minutes before either spoke.
"Dad I."She could express how wonderful she was feeling.
"Sydney I'm sorry for all of the secrecy, but .we had to make sure Slone wasn't still watching you." Just then her mother stepped forward, and smiled at her daughter.
