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Chapter 2
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Sark grinned as he stood up from the couch and walked into the kitchen with his empty glass. "I'm glad you decided to help me."
"Yeah, so what do I have to do?"
"Actually," he began, stopping to look at his watch, "I was thinking we could arrange the details and such at a better time, and not 15 minutes till 2 in the morning. I believe both of us should get some sleep." Before Sydney could get a word out, he moved towards the door, before turning back to Sydney, "And I should tell you, your pretty little handler, father, or anyone from the CIA will not know of any of this."
With that, he left.
Shaking her head she thought, 'I'm crazy. No, I'm dreaming. Yeah, this is all a dream. But no, no it isn't. Great…'
~Meanwhile, on the other side of the front door, Sark took in a deep, sharp breath. 'What have I gotten myself into…this could only lead to one ending, I hope.' Happy little thoughts of Vaughn suddenly 'disappearing' filled Sarks mind.~
*Next day, at Credit Dauphine*
"You will be going to Tokyo. There is some important information I need you to find and retrieve."
"Excuse my asking sir, but what sort of information? Rambaldi?" her curiosity getting the best of her.
"No Sydney. This information has nothing to do with Rambaldi. You will find out it's meaning when you find the papers. Here is your alias and everything else you may need." Sloane said smoothly, sliding the manila folder across his desk towards Sydney. "Your plane leaves at 8 tonight."
"Yes Mr. Sloane." And with that, she headed towards the door.
"Oh, and Sydney?" She cringed when she heard him call her back.
"Yes?"
"This isn't included with the information in the folder, but Sark will be joining you on this mission."
Sydney's heart leapt for a split second but was overcome by the power she had acquired to control her emotions.
"Alright." not giving him anymore time to say something else, she was on her way to Marshall's office.
~~
An hour or two later, she was walking through the parking garage looking for her car which she had stupidly forgotten where it was.
"I believe that piece of metal you call a car will be right over there." the cocky accent informed her.
She swirled around to find Sark leaning against a black Mercedes. 'How did he get there?! I didn't even see him!' she thought, 'Man, that guy is sneaky…'
Following where his finger was pointing, she found her car parked only a few cars down from where she was. Suddenly, a thought came to her mind.
"How did you know that car was mine?"
"I have my ways, Miss Bristow." he said nonchalantly.
Nodding her head slowly up and down, she said a quick thanks and quickly headed to her car.
"Miss Bristow." he called.
'Wow, being called back two times in less than 3 hours, must be a record.' she amused herself in her mind.
"Yes?"
"I believe you and I will be on the mission to Tokyo together, right?"
She gave a simple nod.
"Have you gone through the information Sloane handed to you about the mission?"
"No…" 'Where is he gong with this?'
"Well, I must say, you will find them very interesting. See you on the plane."
Before she could think through what he just said, he was in his car and peeling out of the garage. Running to her car, her curiosity to the breaking point by now, and flipped through the papers. Her heart nearly stopped when she read:
"…Mr. And Mrs. Diero, newly-weds."
Reviewing the page for any misprints, she came to the, not so bad once you think about it, conclusion. Her and Sark will be playing lovey-dovey newly weds.
"This mission will be one to remember." she thought to herself putting the key into the ignition. She noticed the green digits showing 6:30PM on the radio. 'Good, just enough time to run home, get some things, explain to Francie, and meet Vaughn.' Pulling out of the parking spot, she began mentally preparing herself for the upcoming mission.
~~~
"Hello…?" she called out to the what seemed to be empty house. She stood in front of the door waiting for an answer, but decided that there was none and threw her purse onto the table.
She packed a few things into her carry-on and started to scribble down a note for Francie when the phone rang.
"Hello?"
"Uh…Joey's Pizza?"
"Sorry, wrong number."
'Next stop, old grungy warehouse. Yippee…' she thought sarcastically, grabbing her purse and heading towards the door.
~~~
Her heels made clicking noises on the cold pavement as she entered the warehouse. She glanced down at her watch, and saw 7:00PM.
Vaughn stood against the over-turned crate, his usual position. He raised his head in her direction when he heard her coming. She stopped in front of him with her arms crossed over her chest.
"Hey."
"Hey."
"I'm going to Tokyo to get some information. But Sloane wouldn't tell me what it was of."
"It isn't Rambaldi?"
'No it isn't Rambaldi! If it was, then I would have just told you that! Jeesh…' "No, it isn't." She replied, keeping her thoughts inside her head.
"Hmm…When do you leave?"
"At 8 tonight."
"That soon?"
"I guess…"
"Well good luck."
"Yeah, thanks. I should get going."
"Uh, yeah. See you when you get back."
"Bye." she turned to leave when she remembered that she hadn't told him about her and Sarks 'relationship' in this mission, and was glad she did.
A/N~ Yeah, I know. Odd ending, but do not fret! I will attempt to update this or my other story as soon as possible! But please, let me know that you read my story, and review! Thanks bunches!!
~Abbie~ (tootiefruitiegurl)
Chapter 2
~~~~~
Sark grinned as he stood up from the couch and walked into the kitchen with his empty glass. "I'm glad you decided to help me."
"Yeah, so what do I have to do?"
"Actually," he began, stopping to look at his watch, "I was thinking we could arrange the details and such at a better time, and not 15 minutes till 2 in the morning. I believe both of us should get some sleep." Before Sydney could get a word out, he moved towards the door, before turning back to Sydney, "And I should tell you, your pretty little handler, father, or anyone from the CIA will not know of any of this."
With that, he left.
Shaking her head she thought, 'I'm crazy. No, I'm dreaming. Yeah, this is all a dream. But no, no it isn't. Great…'
~Meanwhile, on the other side of the front door, Sark took in a deep, sharp breath. 'What have I gotten myself into…this could only lead to one ending, I hope.' Happy little thoughts of Vaughn suddenly 'disappearing' filled Sarks mind.~
*Next day, at Credit Dauphine*
"You will be going to Tokyo. There is some important information I need you to find and retrieve."
"Excuse my asking sir, but what sort of information? Rambaldi?" her curiosity getting the best of her.
"No Sydney. This information has nothing to do with Rambaldi. You will find out it's meaning when you find the papers. Here is your alias and everything else you may need." Sloane said smoothly, sliding the manila folder across his desk towards Sydney. "Your plane leaves at 8 tonight."
"Yes Mr. Sloane." And with that, she headed towards the door.
"Oh, and Sydney?" She cringed when she heard him call her back.
"Yes?"
"This isn't included with the information in the folder, but Sark will be joining you on this mission."
Sydney's heart leapt for a split second but was overcome by the power she had acquired to control her emotions.
"Alright." not giving him anymore time to say something else, she was on her way to Marshall's office.
~~
An hour or two later, she was walking through the parking garage looking for her car which she had stupidly forgotten where it was.
"I believe that piece of metal you call a car will be right over there." the cocky accent informed her.
She swirled around to find Sark leaning against a black Mercedes. 'How did he get there?! I didn't even see him!' she thought, 'Man, that guy is sneaky…'
Following where his finger was pointing, she found her car parked only a few cars down from where she was. Suddenly, a thought came to her mind.
"How did you know that car was mine?"
"I have my ways, Miss Bristow." he said nonchalantly.
Nodding her head slowly up and down, she said a quick thanks and quickly headed to her car.
"Miss Bristow." he called.
'Wow, being called back two times in less than 3 hours, must be a record.' she amused herself in her mind.
"Yes?"
"I believe you and I will be on the mission to Tokyo together, right?"
She gave a simple nod.
"Have you gone through the information Sloane handed to you about the mission?"
"No…" 'Where is he gong with this?'
"Well, I must say, you will find them very interesting. See you on the plane."
Before she could think through what he just said, he was in his car and peeling out of the garage. Running to her car, her curiosity to the breaking point by now, and flipped through the papers. Her heart nearly stopped when she read:
"…Mr. And Mrs. Diero, newly-weds."
Reviewing the page for any misprints, she came to the, not so bad once you think about it, conclusion. Her and Sark will be playing lovey-dovey newly weds.
"This mission will be one to remember." she thought to herself putting the key into the ignition. She noticed the green digits showing 6:30PM on the radio. 'Good, just enough time to run home, get some things, explain to Francie, and meet Vaughn.' Pulling out of the parking spot, she began mentally preparing herself for the upcoming mission.
~~~
"Hello…?" she called out to the what seemed to be empty house. She stood in front of the door waiting for an answer, but decided that there was none and threw her purse onto the table.
She packed a few things into her carry-on and started to scribble down a note for Francie when the phone rang.
"Hello?"
"Uh…Joey's Pizza?"
"Sorry, wrong number."
'Next stop, old grungy warehouse. Yippee…' she thought sarcastically, grabbing her purse and heading towards the door.
~~~
Her heels made clicking noises on the cold pavement as she entered the warehouse. She glanced down at her watch, and saw 7:00PM.
Vaughn stood against the over-turned crate, his usual position. He raised his head in her direction when he heard her coming. She stopped in front of him with her arms crossed over her chest.
"Hey."
"Hey."
"I'm going to Tokyo to get some information. But Sloane wouldn't tell me what it was of."
"It isn't Rambaldi?"
'No it isn't Rambaldi! If it was, then I would have just told you that! Jeesh…' "No, it isn't." She replied, keeping her thoughts inside her head.
"Hmm…When do you leave?"
"At 8 tonight."
"That soon?"
"I guess…"
"Well good luck."
"Yeah, thanks. I should get going."
"Uh, yeah. See you when you get back."
"Bye." she turned to leave when she remembered that she hadn't told him about her and Sarks 'relationship' in this mission, and was glad she did.
A/N~ Yeah, I know. Odd ending, but do not fret! I will attempt to update this or my other story as soon as possible! But please, let me know that you read my story, and review! Thanks bunches!!
~Abbie~ (tootiefruitiegurl)