Chapter 7 - Cell Talk
The silence is broken by the metal doors sliding to the side. The air hums with the noise of the spokes turning and squeaking I zone in the sound of the footsteps. The steps are heavy, and quick, they sound like Jack's, I do believe he has received the message. I smile, and continue to lie on the cot, I don't even bother to look up at him. "Ahhh... Mr. Bristow, I was wondering when I would be graced by your presences, but I don't believe the message was left with you, now was it?"
Jack steps up to the glass and stops. "What message?" He replies. If I didn't know Jack better, I would have believed he hadn't received it, but working for Irina, I learned a few of his secrets. He's growing impatient, "Do you want to inform me of what message I was meant to receive." I can feel him staring at me, trying to read my mood. I have to laugh.
"Oh Jack, why don't you just ask me. Is it that hard for you?" I sit up and look at him in the eyes. His not amused.
He lowers his voice to a harsh whisper, "Do I need to remind you, that I will use whatever I need to, to get answers from you."
I walk over to the glass, Jack never seems to cease from amusing me. "Where is she Jack?"
"Sark this isn't about Sydney."
"I'm not asking about Sydney." Jack's anger is rising.
"Then who are you inquiring about?" He's about ready to snap. I shake my head at him.
"Now, now Jack, where do you think your temper is going to get you, hum?" I start to walk away back to the cot.
"Sark!" he barks at me. "I thought your loyalties were flexible."
I turn around and look Jack square in the eyes. "They are."
"Then tell me, what is going on." I turn back around and walk back to the cot.
"Jack, Jack, Jack. I think it's simple. My employer wants me back." With that I lay down on the cot and close my eyes again. The metal wheels grind again, and Jack storms out.
*****
She hasn't spoken a word since we left the conference room. I open her door, and let her sit down in the passenger seat. I close the door and walk around to the other side. As I shut the door, I see Vaughn and Sydney pull up. I wave at them and get in the car. I back-up and start to head to the safe house. I hear a soft rumble noise. Zanna lets out a laugh. I look over at her and hear it again. "Is there a small creature living in your stomach?"
She laughs again, and continues to stare straight ahead. "I can't remember when the last time I ate was."
"Well if it's okay with you, do you want to go grab something to eat. I know a nice little café really close to the safe house."
She nods and looks over at me, "sure, I don't have any cash though."
"Well I think we can work something out." I raise one of my eyebrows, but she wasn't too amused by that comment. "You k now I was shot once."
She looks at me, her eyes are squinted up, "What does that have to do with dinner?"
"Everything!" She smirks at me. "Well, you have just been through a horrible day, and I thought maybe you would like to know that I too had been through a horrible time." She shakes her head.
"You're a weird one." We lock eyes and smile each other, and return to silence. This time though, it's a comfortable silence
*****
We enter the conference room. There Dixon sits scanning over a pile of photos and records. He glances up, "Thank goodness you two made it back. Come sit down." He reaches for two of the folders sitting next to him. He hands one to me and one to Vaughn. 'Mission Doctor Who' is written down the tab of the folder. I look up at Dixon.
"This is what we were sent to Libya for, right?" He nods his head. "Why were we called back?"
"I think we should wait for your father to return before we tackle this one." With that my father enters the room. He always has impeccable timing. He sits down and continues to tell us about the happenings of the past hours. I flip through the file, one picture catches my eye, it's the woman who was with Weiss. I slid it over to Vaughn, and look up at him, then return my attention to my father.
"So what does this all mean? Obviously Sloane wants Sark back, and obviously Zanna has some tie into all of this that's not in this file. Is there any sign that mom's attached to this too?" Dad shakes his head no.
"So where are we going from here?" Vaughn asks.
"Well I've talked to Sark, and he knew before I said a word that Sloane had contacted us about Sark's release. Then he asked, 'Where is she?'."
My head spins, "Who does he mean? Alison? Mom? Zanna? Who?"
My dad looks back through the file, "I don't know."
The silence is broken by the metal doors sliding to the side. The air hums with the noise of the spokes turning and squeaking I zone in the sound of the footsteps. The steps are heavy, and quick, they sound like Jack's, I do believe he has received the message. I smile, and continue to lie on the cot, I don't even bother to look up at him. "Ahhh... Mr. Bristow, I was wondering when I would be graced by your presences, but I don't believe the message was left with you, now was it?"
Jack steps up to the glass and stops. "What message?" He replies. If I didn't know Jack better, I would have believed he hadn't received it, but working for Irina, I learned a few of his secrets. He's growing impatient, "Do you want to inform me of what message I was meant to receive." I can feel him staring at me, trying to read my mood. I have to laugh.
"Oh Jack, why don't you just ask me. Is it that hard for you?" I sit up and look at him in the eyes. His not amused.
He lowers his voice to a harsh whisper, "Do I need to remind you, that I will use whatever I need to, to get answers from you."
I walk over to the glass, Jack never seems to cease from amusing me. "Where is she Jack?"
"Sark this isn't about Sydney."
"I'm not asking about Sydney." Jack's anger is rising.
"Then who are you inquiring about?" He's about ready to snap. I shake my head at him.
"Now, now Jack, where do you think your temper is going to get you, hum?" I start to walk away back to the cot.
"Sark!" he barks at me. "I thought your loyalties were flexible."
I turn around and look Jack square in the eyes. "They are."
"Then tell me, what is going on." I turn back around and walk back to the cot.
"Jack, Jack, Jack. I think it's simple. My employer wants me back." With that I lay down on the cot and close my eyes again. The metal wheels grind again, and Jack storms out.
*****
She hasn't spoken a word since we left the conference room. I open her door, and let her sit down in the passenger seat. I close the door and walk around to the other side. As I shut the door, I see Vaughn and Sydney pull up. I wave at them and get in the car. I back-up and start to head to the safe house. I hear a soft rumble noise. Zanna lets out a laugh. I look over at her and hear it again. "Is there a small creature living in your stomach?"
She laughs again, and continues to stare straight ahead. "I can't remember when the last time I ate was."
"Well if it's okay with you, do you want to go grab something to eat. I know a nice little café really close to the safe house."
She nods and looks over at me, "sure, I don't have any cash though."
"Well I think we can work something out." I raise one of my eyebrows, but she wasn't too amused by that comment. "You k now I was shot once."
She looks at me, her eyes are squinted up, "What does that have to do with dinner?"
"Everything!" She smirks at me. "Well, you have just been through a horrible day, and I thought maybe you would like to know that I too had been through a horrible time." She shakes her head.
"You're a weird one." We lock eyes and smile each other, and return to silence. This time though, it's a comfortable silence
*****
We enter the conference room. There Dixon sits scanning over a pile of photos and records. He glances up, "Thank goodness you two made it back. Come sit down." He reaches for two of the folders sitting next to him. He hands one to me and one to Vaughn. 'Mission Doctor Who' is written down the tab of the folder. I look up at Dixon.
"This is what we were sent to Libya for, right?" He nods his head. "Why were we called back?"
"I think we should wait for your father to return before we tackle this one." With that my father enters the room. He always has impeccable timing. He sits down and continues to tell us about the happenings of the past hours. I flip through the file, one picture catches my eye, it's the woman who was with Weiss. I slid it over to Vaughn, and look up at him, then return my attention to my father.
"So what does this all mean? Obviously Sloane wants Sark back, and obviously Zanna has some tie into all of this that's not in this file. Is there any sign that mom's attached to this too?" Dad shakes his head no.
"So where are we going from here?" Vaughn asks.
"Well I've talked to Sark, and he knew before I said a word that Sloane had contacted us about Sark's release. Then he asked, 'Where is she?'."
My head spins, "Who does he mean? Alison? Mom? Zanna? Who?"
My dad looks back through the file, "I don't know."