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Chapter 4...
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"Syd, you and Sark need to get out of there right now and I mean NOW! It was a set-up." Vaughn informed her in a hurried voice.
"Wait, what?! What do you mean set-up?" Sydney questioned quietly.
"Sloane found out that you're a double. He's on his way to the hotel where you guys are as we speak."
"Vaughn, this makes no sense! How could he have found out?"
"I'm not sure. But you need to get out of there right now. And yes, Sark has to come with you."
Her mind was racing as she held the phone, now sitting up when she heard the shower turn off.
"Ok, Vaughn. I'll tell Sark and we'll get out of here, but where do we go?"
"Get to the safe house. I assume you know where to go to get to it?"
She rolled her eyes, "Yeah, I know where it is." 'I'm not stupid…'
"Ok. Good luck."
"Yeah, thanks. Bye."
Before she put the phone back down on the hook she heard Vaughn start to say something.
"Syd?"
"Yeah…?"
"Be careful, we don't know what Sloane is planning."
"Ok Vaughn, I will. Bye." she said, putting the phone down before he could say anything else.
She jumped off of the bed and started to pack the few things she had taken out of her bag.
"What was that about, Miss Bristow?" Sark questioned, walking out of the bathroom.
Keeping her eyes on her bag, she answered, "Sloane found out I was a double. We have to get to a safe house." She finished zipping up her bag and threw the strap over her shoulder and looked at Sark's emotionless face. His still-wet hair was sticking up everywhere, and he had put on navy blue boxers.
"We?" he asked, his face still unreadable for Sydney.
"Yeah. I guess. Do you have something more important to do that I don't know about?" Sydney sharply asked him, trying to get an idea of what he was thinking.
"No." came the reply, as he walked back into the bathroom to get his things.
A few minutes later, Sark emerged from the bathroom, now in another suit. Sydney had already quickly changed into her common black attire.
"How do you suppose we get out of here?" Sydney asked, looking at him intently.
"Well, we'll just get out passed Sloane, and get to the safe house"
"Sounds too simple." she stated, watching Sark walk over to the door and quickly followed him.
"Nothing ever is." she heard him say next to her as they made their way down the hall.
They didn't know it, but both of them were each grateful that their room was on the main level.
They walked briskly down the hall when they heard voices coming from around the corner they were just about to take. Sydney sent a panicked look to Sark as he looked behind them, scanning for any place they could go.
"Come on." he whispered roughly, pulling her arm as he ran to a door he found. She silently ran along side him, keeping enough pace to stay beside him.
They reached the door Sark had found and Sydney read the sign on the door that read 'kitchen'.
'Great…' she thought as he pushed open the door and dragged her into the kitchen.
They broke into a run as they passed curious chef's and apprentices that watched the two make their way to the far back. Taking sharp turns every few seconds, they weaved their way through the kitchen until they got to the fire exit.
"Are you crazy, Sark?" she asked, a little out of breath.
"What other choices do we have?" he answered, pushing open the door and setting off the alarm.
Once again they were running, this time to somewhere they didn't know.
"This way." Sark ordered, Sydney quickly obliged.
He headed them around the corner to the side of the building, where the trucks with supplies were. Lucky for them, a small truck was being unloaded and the driver was inside the hotel, leaving the truck on as the workers did their job.
They kneeled down behind a trash can and waited until the workers were preoccupied with something else. Again, Sark's hand was around Sydney's arm as they sprinted to the truck.
Sydney pulled the door on the passenger side open , Sark on the drivers side and quickly got in. They gave each other a quick glance before Sark readied himself and pushed the gas pedal to the floor, the tires squealing loudly.
"The safe house is about 50 miles from here I believe." Sydney said a few minutes later, breaking the silence that had formed.
"Ok." Sark simply said back, keeping his eyes on the road.
The silence returned after Sydney told Sark the directions to the safe house, before it became too much for Sydney to handle.
"Why do you think Sloane sent me on this mission, if he knew I was a double? Why didn't he just blow my house up when he knew I'd be home?" Sydney questioned, not entirely directing the question to Sark, but speaking her thoughts out loud as well.
"It was a set-up. Why he sent you on this mission, I'm not sure."
She was slightly surprised that Sark had answered her, but took the chance of conversation before it was gone again.
"Why are you doing this?" Sydney asked, turning her body so she was facing his side.
"Excuse me?"
"I mean, why are you doing all of this? Going to the safe house without even complaining or giving me some remark or anything."
"I've told you this before, Miss Bristow. And as for not saying any 'remarks', I didn't find it necessary in a case such as this."
Sydney kept quiet, trying to remember what he told her, when it finally came to her. Satisfied with very short lived conversation, Sydney turned to look out the window.
~~Safe house, rural Tokyo~~
By the time they reached the safe house, they had switched cars by means of stealing another. Stepping out of the car, Sydney quickly walked into the house and walked into a bedroom down the hall across from the front door. Sark soon followed, assessing the house and finding it up to his high expectations.
"There's only one bedroom." Sydney informed him.
"The couch will work fine for me." Sark said with a smirk.
"Good." Sydney said sharply, walking into the kitchen and looking through the cupboards and refrigerator.
Finding a few items of food in the kitchen, Sydney walked back into the living room where Sark sat on the couch peering around the room.
"What are we supposed to do until the CIA comes?" Sark asked, looking at Sydney as she sat down in a chair opposite Sark.
"Well, I saw a pack of cards in one of the rooms." Sydney said sarcastically, expecting a smirk and quick remark in return.
"That would work." Sark answered her, enjoying Sydney's surprised face.
~A/N~ So…? Is it good? Bad? Horrible enough to stop all together? Tell me, by pressing that BEAUTIFUL purple/blue button on the bottom! If you do, I'll give you another French pastry and English muffin!~
Chapter 4...
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"Syd, you and Sark need to get out of there right now and I mean NOW! It was a set-up." Vaughn informed her in a hurried voice.
"Wait, what?! What do you mean set-up?" Sydney questioned quietly.
"Sloane found out that you're a double. He's on his way to the hotel where you guys are as we speak."
"Vaughn, this makes no sense! How could he have found out?"
"I'm not sure. But you need to get out of there right now. And yes, Sark has to come with you."
Her mind was racing as she held the phone, now sitting up when she heard the shower turn off.
"Ok, Vaughn. I'll tell Sark and we'll get out of here, but where do we go?"
"Get to the safe house. I assume you know where to go to get to it?"
She rolled her eyes, "Yeah, I know where it is." 'I'm not stupid…'
"Ok. Good luck."
"Yeah, thanks. Bye."
Before she put the phone back down on the hook she heard Vaughn start to say something.
"Syd?"
"Yeah…?"
"Be careful, we don't know what Sloane is planning."
"Ok Vaughn, I will. Bye." she said, putting the phone down before he could say anything else.
She jumped off of the bed and started to pack the few things she had taken out of her bag.
"What was that about, Miss Bristow?" Sark questioned, walking out of the bathroom.
Keeping her eyes on her bag, she answered, "Sloane found out I was a double. We have to get to a safe house." She finished zipping up her bag and threw the strap over her shoulder and looked at Sark's emotionless face. His still-wet hair was sticking up everywhere, and he had put on navy blue boxers.
"We?" he asked, his face still unreadable for Sydney.
"Yeah. I guess. Do you have something more important to do that I don't know about?" Sydney sharply asked him, trying to get an idea of what he was thinking.
"No." came the reply, as he walked back into the bathroom to get his things.
A few minutes later, Sark emerged from the bathroom, now in another suit. Sydney had already quickly changed into her common black attire.
"How do you suppose we get out of here?" Sydney asked, looking at him intently.
"Well, we'll just get out passed Sloane, and get to the safe house"
"Sounds too simple." she stated, watching Sark walk over to the door and quickly followed him.
"Nothing ever is." she heard him say next to her as they made their way down the hall.
They didn't know it, but both of them were each grateful that their room was on the main level.
They walked briskly down the hall when they heard voices coming from around the corner they were just about to take. Sydney sent a panicked look to Sark as he looked behind them, scanning for any place they could go.
"Come on." he whispered roughly, pulling her arm as he ran to a door he found. She silently ran along side him, keeping enough pace to stay beside him.
They reached the door Sark had found and Sydney read the sign on the door that read 'kitchen'.
'Great…' she thought as he pushed open the door and dragged her into the kitchen.
They broke into a run as they passed curious chef's and apprentices that watched the two make their way to the far back. Taking sharp turns every few seconds, they weaved their way through the kitchen until they got to the fire exit.
"Are you crazy, Sark?" she asked, a little out of breath.
"What other choices do we have?" he answered, pushing open the door and setting off the alarm.
Once again they were running, this time to somewhere they didn't know.
"This way." Sark ordered, Sydney quickly obliged.
He headed them around the corner to the side of the building, where the trucks with supplies were. Lucky for them, a small truck was being unloaded and the driver was inside the hotel, leaving the truck on as the workers did their job.
They kneeled down behind a trash can and waited until the workers were preoccupied with something else. Again, Sark's hand was around Sydney's arm as they sprinted to the truck.
Sydney pulled the door on the passenger side open , Sark on the drivers side and quickly got in. They gave each other a quick glance before Sark readied himself and pushed the gas pedal to the floor, the tires squealing loudly.
"The safe house is about 50 miles from here I believe." Sydney said a few minutes later, breaking the silence that had formed.
"Ok." Sark simply said back, keeping his eyes on the road.
The silence returned after Sydney told Sark the directions to the safe house, before it became too much for Sydney to handle.
"Why do you think Sloane sent me on this mission, if he knew I was a double? Why didn't he just blow my house up when he knew I'd be home?" Sydney questioned, not entirely directing the question to Sark, but speaking her thoughts out loud as well.
"It was a set-up. Why he sent you on this mission, I'm not sure."
She was slightly surprised that Sark had answered her, but took the chance of conversation before it was gone again.
"Why are you doing this?" Sydney asked, turning her body so she was facing his side.
"Excuse me?"
"I mean, why are you doing all of this? Going to the safe house without even complaining or giving me some remark or anything."
"I've told you this before, Miss Bristow. And as for not saying any 'remarks', I didn't find it necessary in a case such as this."
Sydney kept quiet, trying to remember what he told her, when it finally came to her. Satisfied with very short lived conversation, Sydney turned to look out the window.
~~Safe house, rural Tokyo~~
By the time they reached the safe house, they had switched cars by means of stealing another. Stepping out of the car, Sydney quickly walked into the house and walked into a bedroom down the hall across from the front door. Sark soon followed, assessing the house and finding it up to his high expectations.
"There's only one bedroom." Sydney informed him.
"The couch will work fine for me." Sark said with a smirk.
"Good." Sydney said sharply, walking into the kitchen and looking through the cupboards and refrigerator.
Finding a few items of food in the kitchen, Sydney walked back into the living room where Sark sat on the couch peering around the room.
"What are we supposed to do until the CIA comes?" Sark asked, looking at Sydney as she sat down in a chair opposite Sark.
"Well, I saw a pack of cards in one of the rooms." Sydney said sarcastically, expecting a smirk and quick remark in return.
"That would work." Sark answered her, enjoying Sydney's surprised face.
~A/N~ So…? Is it good? Bad? Horrible enough to stop all together? Tell me, by pressing that BEAUTIFUL purple/blue button on the bottom! If you do, I'll give you another French pastry and English muffin!~