The street glistened in the rain, the opposite of what Sydney felt.
Shivering, she clutched her coat tighter around her. She leaned against the
wall attempting to stay dry. Dreading what would happen after Sark's escort
came. She listened intently for the car. It was already two minutes late.
The screech of tires in the water caught her attention. A black car pulled
up. A young man smiled nervously and opened the back door.
"Ms.Bristow?" he asked. He quickly became soaked from the pouring rain.
"You're late," she replied.
Embarrassed he continued, "Just get in please, Sark is waiting." Moving to take the briefcase containing the artifact, she twisted away and got in the car and slammed the door. "Any other night, I would have been nice to the kid," she thought, "not tonight." Starring out the window, everything began to sink in. Everything was in jeopardy. She hadn't been to church since Irena "died" when she was six. Figuring now was as good as anytime she began to pray, to Jesus, Mary, whoever was listening. She prayed for Will, that he was safe. Then she prayed that Sark would die, a really long painful death. So much for Christian charity and compassion. Screw it. Leaning her head on the foggy window, she prayed so hard for her dad, that he was still safe. She couldn't handle him dying. It would be yet another destroyed life she was accountable for. She had the heart wrenching vision of having to tell her mom he was dead. She always made herself believe Irena came to the CIA for her, to see her daughter, but all she had to do was watch them together. It was so sad to watch her dad try to hide his love but everyone saw through it. What was harder to miss was Irena's pain when Jack left. She wondered if Kendall had told Irena what was happening, yet. She doubted it. Swallowing a sob, she starred out the window, trying to see where they were going. Leaning into her hands, cold metal scorched her flushed cheek. Realizing it was the ring from her dad on her 16th birthday caused her heart to ache even more. To what extent was every life she destroyed excusable in the name of the one life SD-6 destroyed?
The car stopped in front of an old apartment building. Following the young man, she carried the briefcase up the steps. She didn't know what to expect as she walked through the front door. Instead of an apartment, it was a large room with two doors going to the left and a door in the back apparently the back door. Everything was gray and damp. The only light came from the floresant lights in random spots in the ceiling. The whole room was eerily quiet. Silently, she debated what to do. Sark walked in through the back door soaking wet.
"Ms.Bristow, so glad you decided to cooperate." Sark approached her with a blanket.
Shrugging her shoulders in refusal, "Sark where's my dad?" She was sick of all the games.
"Back there," he responded, nodding towards the doors on the left. Putting an arm out to stop her from advancing. "The mirror, Ms.Bristow."
Handing him the case, her curiosity got the best of her. "How did you find out?"
"Find out what?" he asked distractedly, examining the mirror.
"About the CIA."
"You told me."
"Me? I told you? What are you talking about?" She shouted.
"The day I ran into you in the door. I put a bug on your sleeve. I had my suspicions, rightly so it appears. When you whispered to your dad about the mission, he mentioned the CIA so I talked to some people, called in some favors and found it all out." He explained with no trace of emotion in his voice. Glancing at her face, he continued, "I find it quite humorous. I made you mad, and found out your little secret, all in the same hour. You didn't think I was really flirting that day, did you?"
"No. I though you were just your being your annoying little self." She lied. Shivering, she hugged her arms around her tighter. "Sark it's real. Just let me see my dad. I don't have time for this."
Motioning over to the nervous young man, "Take her to him, Luke."
Luke walked forward and motioned for Sydney to follow. She almost smiled, the kid was scared of her. She slowly turned the door knob. The room was dark and cold. She almost didn't seem him. Jack was crumpled in the corner. She looked to her right and saw a table with leather straps all over it. Above was a bullet hole. Running over her fathers lifeless body, she started to cry. "Dad," she sobbed, "Dad, I'm so sorry! I'm so sorry." Her face crumble in pain. "I love you, I'm so sorry." Kneeling next to him, she felt his pulse. It was weak but there, A sigh escaped her tired body. Rolling him over, she almost cried out in relief, he was beat up pretty bad on his head and bruises were already showing, but he hadn't been shot. Taking her jacket, she rolled it up and put it under his head. Tears of relief fell onto his face and she wiped away the blood on his face. The loud ringing of a cell phone brought her back.
Luke stood by Sark nervously as he waited for the call to end. "Bloody hell" Sark screamed in disbelief. "The bitch, I know it was her!" He picked up the chair and through it across the room. "You should be f****** proud Sydney, your mom has just destroyed everything. That woman will stop at nothing. Damnit!"
Sydney just stood there. Sark looked so young and angry. She was truly scared.
Sark continued, "What? Don't you want to hear what she did? She has the whole f****** world convinced I'm working for the CIA. They have tapes and recordings of conversations with CIA agents I have never even heard of. She has so much fake s*** about it. Its unbelievable. How ironic," he glared.
"That's a shame Sark, really, but its just not my problem I haven't seen or heard from my mom in a year and I don't really care." For the second time today, she prayed he didn't know. She was in disbelief. She began to put everything together.
Leaning on the table, he turned to Luke. "Find out if anyone will let me come with in 20 feet of them alive." Nodding, Luke walked over to the computer in the corner. It seemed so out of place.
Not sure what to do she walked back over to her dad and tried to wake him up. Squeezing his hand, he began to stir.
"Irena? I knew you would come save me." he wispered.
Beginning to panic, she shook him, "Dad its me, sydney! Dad, Sark has the artifact."
"Why, I could have handled it. You should have left her out of it," he yelled to noone in particular.
"Mr.Sark, it doesn't look good," Luke answered, trying to hide his trembling hands in his pockets. "What now?"
"I.," Sark stared into space then looked at Sydney and Jack. Suddenly his face changed., "I go into hiding."
Sydney tried to hide her shock. Luke didn't. "Hiding?"
"Yes and Ms.Bristow?"
"Yes Sark?" She tried to read his expression, but she couldn't.
"You are going to come with me."
"No I'm not. This isn't part of the deal," She thought her heart was going to explode.
Sark reached down and pulled out a gun. Throwing Jack against the wall, he jammed the gun into his side. "If you don't he dies."
"And if I do?" She asked, standing up to face him.
"He lives, I'll call an ambulance and make it look like he was mugged Well Sydney?"
With silent tears streaming down her face, she nodded. As she ran to her dad, a large man stepped out of the shadows, startling her. He grabbed Jack and dragged him out the back door. Collapsing to the floor, Sark jabbed the gun into her side and forced her out the door to the car. She considered trying to fight but caught a glimpse of the large man standing in the shadows with a gun pointed at Jacks heart. Sobbing hysterically she got into the car.
and so it begins......
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"Ms.Bristow?" he asked. He quickly became soaked from the pouring rain.
"You're late," she replied.
Embarrassed he continued, "Just get in please, Sark is waiting." Moving to take the briefcase containing the artifact, she twisted away and got in the car and slammed the door. "Any other night, I would have been nice to the kid," she thought, "not tonight." Starring out the window, everything began to sink in. Everything was in jeopardy. She hadn't been to church since Irena "died" when she was six. Figuring now was as good as anytime she began to pray, to Jesus, Mary, whoever was listening. She prayed for Will, that he was safe. Then she prayed that Sark would die, a really long painful death. So much for Christian charity and compassion. Screw it. Leaning her head on the foggy window, she prayed so hard for her dad, that he was still safe. She couldn't handle him dying. It would be yet another destroyed life she was accountable for. She had the heart wrenching vision of having to tell her mom he was dead. She always made herself believe Irena came to the CIA for her, to see her daughter, but all she had to do was watch them together. It was so sad to watch her dad try to hide his love but everyone saw through it. What was harder to miss was Irena's pain when Jack left. She wondered if Kendall had told Irena what was happening, yet. She doubted it. Swallowing a sob, she starred out the window, trying to see where they were going. Leaning into her hands, cold metal scorched her flushed cheek. Realizing it was the ring from her dad on her 16th birthday caused her heart to ache even more. To what extent was every life she destroyed excusable in the name of the one life SD-6 destroyed?
The car stopped in front of an old apartment building. Following the young man, she carried the briefcase up the steps. She didn't know what to expect as she walked through the front door. Instead of an apartment, it was a large room with two doors going to the left and a door in the back apparently the back door. Everything was gray and damp. The only light came from the floresant lights in random spots in the ceiling. The whole room was eerily quiet. Silently, she debated what to do. Sark walked in through the back door soaking wet.
"Ms.Bristow, so glad you decided to cooperate." Sark approached her with a blanket.
Shrugging her shoulders in refusal, "Sark where's my dad?" She was sick of all the games.
"Back there," he responded, nodding towards the doors on the left. Putting an arm out to stop her from advancing. "The mirror, Ms.Bristow."
Handing him the case, her curiosity got the best of her. "How did you find out?"
"Find out what?" he asked distractedly, examining the mirror.
"About the CIA."
"You told me."
"Me? I told you? What are you talking about?" She shouted.
"The day I ran into you in the door. I put a bug on your sleeve. I had my suspicions, rightly so it appears. When you whispered to your dad about the mission, he mentioned the CIA so I talked to some people, called in some favors and found it all out." He explained with no trace of emotion in his voice. Glancing at her face, he continued, "I find it quite humorous. I made you mad, and found out your little secret, all in the same hour. You didn't think I was really flirting that day, did you?"
"No. I though you were just your being your annoying little self." She lied. Shivering, she hugged her arms around her tighter. "Sark it's real. Just let me see my dad. I don't have time for this."
Motioning over to the nervous young man, "Take her to him, Luke."
Luke walked forward and motioned for Sydney to follow. She almost smiled, the kid was scared of her. She slowly turned the door knob. The room was dark and cold. She almost didn't seem him. Jack was crumpled in the corner. She looked to her right and saw a table with leather straps all over it. Above was a bullet hole. Running over her fathers lifeless body, she started to cry. "Dad," she sobbed, "Dad, I'm so sorry! I'm so sorry." Her face crumble in pain. "I love you, I'm so sorry." Kneeling next to him, she felt his pulse. It was weak but there, A sigh escaped her tired body. Rolling him over, she almost cried out in relief, he was beat up pretty bad on his head and bruises were already showing, but he hadn't been shot. Taking her jacket, she rolled it up and put it under his head. Tears of relief fell onto his face and she wiped away the blood on his face. The loud ringing of a cell phone brought her back.
Luke stood by Sark nervously as he waited for the call to end. "Bloody hell" Sark screamed in disbelief. "The bitch, I know it was her!" He picked up the chair and through it across the room. "You should be f****** proud Sydney, your mom has just destroyed everything. That woman will stop at nothing. Damnit!"
Sydney just stood there. Sark looked so young and angry. She was truly scared.
Sark continued, "What? Don't you want to hear what she did? She has the whole f****** world convinced I'm working for the CIA. They have tapes and recordings of conversations with CIA agents I have never even heard of. She has so much fake s*** about it. Its unbelievable. How ironic," he glared.
"That's a shame Sark, really, but its just not my problem I haven't seen or heard from my mom in a year and I don't really care." For the second time today, she prayed he didn't know. She was in disbelief. She began to put everything together.
Leaning on the table, he turned to Luke. "Find out if anyone will let me come with in 20 feet of them alive." Nodding, Luke walked over to the computer in the corner. It seemed so out of place.
Not sure what to do she walked back over to her dad and tried to wake him up. Squeezing his hand, he began to stir.
"Irena? I knew you would come save me." he wispered.
Beginning to panic, she shook him, "Dad its me, sydney! Dad, Sark has the artifact."
"Why, I could have handled it. You should have left her out of it," he yelled to noone in particular.
"Mr.Sark, it doesn't look good," Luke answered, trying to hide his trembling hands in his pockets. "What now?"
"I.," Sark stared into space then looked at Sydney and Jack. Suddenly his face changed., "I go into hiding."
Sydney tried to hide her shock. Luke didn't. "Hiding?"
"Yes and Ms.Bristow?"
"Yes Sark?" She tried to read his expression, but she couldn't.
"You are going to come with me."
"No I'm not. This isn't part of the deal," She thought her heart was going to explode.
Sark reached down and pulled out a gun. Throwing Jack against the wall, he jammed the gun into his side. "If you don't he dies."
"And if I do?" She asked, standing up to face him.
"He lives, I'll call an ambulance and make it look like he was mugged Well Sydney?"
With silent tears streaming down her face, she nodded. As she ran to her dad, a large man stepped out of the shadows, startling her. He grabbed Jack and dragged him out the back door. Collapsing to the floor, Sark jabbed the gun into her side and forced her out the door to the car. She considered trying to fight but caught a glimpse of the large man standing in the shadows with a gun pointed at Jacks heart. Sobbing hysterically she got into the car.
and so it begins......
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