Disclaimer: I own nothing in this story except for the character of jean.
Authors Note: This kinda coincides with the whole ramboldi thing but does not strictly follow its exact storyline.
Chapter One
Sark woke up in a darkened room, working with sloane made it difficult to actually ever go home and sleep. He knew where he was though. A room in Mexico, in Armhad Kabali's residence, apparently kabali was a vital correlation to the uncovering of the ramboldi secret.
Sark had a shower and went downstairs as note from Sloane instructed.
" Where exactly in England is the artefact?"
Sark heard sloane's voice and for a second felt guilty for being late to the meeting, but that soon passed when he remembered his horrible sleep.
" Sorry sir," said Sark entering the elaborately decorated room and sitting down on the floor, on a cushion next to sloane " there was no one to wake me"
" Ah, Mr. Kabali, you have not been formally introduced to my associated Mr. Sark"
Sark shook hands with Kabali and looked at his grimacing face, it disturbed him.
" Mr. Sark, I am curious, one so young can not have much knowledge, how was it that you came to be an associate to such a knowledgably and wealthy man?"
Sark opened his mouth to speak but was interrupted.
" You underestimate Sark greatly, he is perhaps my most valuable asset."
Sark shifted uneasily, he wanted this meeting to be over, and he wanted it all to be over. Hearing Sloane speak so highly of him made him feel suspicious and uneasy.
" Now Mr. Kabali, where in England is the last artefact?"
" Straight to the point as always with you Mr. Sloane, thing is no one knows, all anyone knows is that it is in England"
Kabali moved very uneasily on his cushion. Beads of sweat dropped down his forehead.
Sloane nodded to Sark. Sark got up, pulled Kabali up and pushed him up against the wall, then pulled out a gun.
" Don't bother lying to me Kabali, it never goes down well. You will die if you do not tell me the location of the last artefact."
Kabali looked at the gun, then at Sarks menacing eyes, then at Sloane.
" London, that's as much s I can tell you, I swear to you Arvin, I don't know anymore!"
Sark pushed the gun to Kabali's head.
" Alright, alright! A family has it, its been passed down for generations. Saunders, the family name is Saunders, that's all anyone knows, I swear it!"
" Oh Kabali, so naïve, seems you did underestimate Mr. Sark."
Sark pulled loaded the trigger.
" Arvin, I told you that's all I know! I swear!"
" You swore last time."
And with that said, Sark pulled the trigger and kabali fell to the floor, dead.
Authors Note: This kinda coincides with the whole ramboldi thing but does not strictly follow its exact storyline.
Chapter One
Sark woke up in a darkened room, working with sloane made it difficult to actually ever go home and sleep. He knew where he was though. A room in Mexico, in Armhad Kabali's residence, apparently kabali was a vital correlation to the uncovering of the ramboldi secret.
Sark had a shower and went downstairs as note from Sloane instructed.
" Where exactly in England is the artefact?"
Sark heard sloane's voice and for a second felt guilty for being late to the meeting, but that soon passed when he remembered his horrible sleep.
" Sorry sir," said Sark entering the elaborately decorated room and sitting down on the floor, on a cushion next to sloane " there was no one to wake me"
" Ah, Mr. Kabali, you have not been formally introduced to my associated Mr. Sark"
Sark shook hands with Kabali and looked at his grimacing face, it disturbed him.
" Mr. Sark, I am curious, one so young can not have much knowledge, how was it that you came to be an associate to such a knowledgably and wealthy man?"
Sark opened his mouth to speak but was interrupted.
" You underestimate Sark greatly, he is perhaps my most valuable asset."
Sark shifted uneasily, he wanted this meeting to be over, and he wanted it all to be over. Hearing Sloane speak so highly of him made him feel suspicious and uneasy.
" Now Mr. Kabali, where in England is the last artefact?"
" Straight to the point as always with you Mr. Sloane, thing is no one knows, all anyone knows is that it is in England"
Kabali moved very uneasily on his cushion. Beads of sweat dropped down his forehead.
Sloane nodded to Sark. Sark got up, pulled Kabali up and pushed him up against the wall, then pulled out a gun.
" Don't bother lying to me Kabali, it never goes down well. You will die if you do not tell me the location of the last artefact."
Kabali looked at the gun, then at Sarks menacing eyes, then at Sloane.
" London, that's as much s I can tell you, I swear to you Arvin, I don't know anymore!"
Sark pushed the gun to Kabali's head.
" Alright, alright! A family has it, its been passed down for generations. Saunders, the family name is Saunders, that's all anyone knows, I swear it!"
" Oh Kabali, so naïve, seems you did underestimate Mr. Sark."
Sark pulled loaded the trigger.
" Arvin, I told you that's all I know! I swear!"
" You swore last time."
And with that said, Sark pulled the trigger and kabali fell to the floor, dead.