CHAPTER 2
Sydney couldn't see anything. They had blindfolded them both. There was about a 2 hour car drive to wherever they were going. Vaughn had asked Lauren about a million questions by now; she had not answered one. As the car screeched to a stop, Sydney cocked her head to the strange sounds. A parking garage? Sydney thought if they were going to kidnap them, then the least place to expect them to stop is a parking garage-well, at least it sounded like one. The 2 captives heard the 2 people in the front seat (which one of them was Lauren) unlock the car doors, and step out. Sydney felt for her door handle. No handle?! This was just WEIRD. Vaughn and Sydney heard a buzz, then an automated sound. The door was opening. Aaaah, I see...automatic doors. Clever. A hand guided them both out, to which from there they began walking...down. Vaughn could barely keep his foothold, he never really had good balance, anyways. Then, an unexpected left turn was made; to where it felt like an elevator going down, to Sydney and Vaughn. Sydney took a deep breath. She knew that whatever knowledge she was lacking of the situation, she'd soon find out. Vaughn had a confused look. Why had she done this? His own wife. Perhaps she never REALLY was his wife...maybe a double- agent. No, not Lauren...it couldn't be. Soon, the elevator door opened and Sydney and Vaughn were pushed out of the elevator, and were guided to 2 chairs, abviously right next to each other. Then, the moment of relief: Lauren and her companion untied the blindfolds. Sydney cocked her head this way and that. An empty, concrete, building. One table, a computer, and 6 chairs. "Where are we?" Sydney asked. Lauren smiled and stepped forward. "Right where I want you," Vaughn held back tears. "Where do you want us?" He asked, choking down a scream. Lauren turned her attention to her husband, walking even closer. "I'm sorry, I know we made a great couple, but I just couldn't resist..." She taunted. "Resist what?" Sydney asked. DING The elevator door sounded before Lauren could answer; there was no need to. Mr. Sark was here. Vaughn kept his cool, feeling the anger flush to his face. All this time... "Hello, how are you 2 this fine day?" Sark asked as he smiled mischieviously. They didn't answer. Sydney kept eye contact, and Vaughn kept his eyes on Lauren. Sark laughed. "Well, I have to admit, I feel pretty bad about stealing Lauren...but, then again, I don't. You see, I have thue best 2 agents in the CIA, which I'm sure Kendel will pay every bit of ranson I ask for, but also information," He paused a moment putting his hands in his pocket as he paced back and forth. "I can get whatever I want right now...information out of you 2, and money, so thank you so much for volunteering," Sark smiled as he handed a briefcase to Lauren, and she took it to the table, set it down, and opened it. Vaughn cleared his throat, trying to control his emotions. "What's in the briefcase?" Vaughn asked, craning his neck to see. "Oh, you'll see. You'll see it right up close and personal," Sark's expression faded and walked over to Lauren, taking a small, black square from her. "Alright, those chairs you're in have at least 30,000 bolts of electricity running through them right now. Luckily, we've got them contained-for now," Sark turned to Sydney. "Ms. Bristow, I'm going to ask you a simple question, and here it is: What are the codes?" Sark asked. Sydney played dumb; she had to start somewhere. "What codes?" A small shock ran through Vaughn's chair, and he jolted. Sydney looked at Sark menacingly. He raised his eyebrows at her. "One more time: What are the codes?" He asked, setting the volt even higher this time. "The codes to what?" Sydney dared to ask. She really had no idea of what he was talking about. A larger shock ran through Vaughn's chair, his legs jumped and his hands were shaking. He had actually let out a yell that time. Sark smiled. "The codes to your access computer core, what are they?" Sark was getting frustrated, she could tell. "ATF-0978, UJK-6576. That's all I know," Sydney replied. She couldn't watch other people be in pain, especially because of her. Sark smiled at his success. "Thank you, Ms. Bristow...see? That wasn't hard at all. We'll see you 2 tomorrow."
Sydney couldn't see anything. They had blindfolded them both. There was about a 2 hour car drive to wherever they were going. Vaughn had asked Lauren about a million questions by now; she had not answered one. As the car screeched to a stop, Sydney cocked her head to the strange sounds. A parking garage? Sydney thought if they were going to kidnap them, then the least place to expect them to stop is a parking garage-well, at least it sounded like one. The 2 captives heard the 2 people in the front seat (which one of them was Lauren) unlock the car doors, and step out. Sydney felt for her door handle. No handle?! This was just WEIRD. Vaughn and Sydney heard a buzz, then an automated sound. The door was opening. Aaaah, I see...automatic doors. Clever. A hand guided them both out, to which from there they began walking...down. Vaughn could barely keep his foothold, he never really had good balance, anyways. Then, an unexpected left turn was made; to where it felt like an elevator going down, to Sydney and Vaughn. Sydney took a deep breath. She knew that whatever knowledge she was lacking of the situation, she'd soon find out. Vaughn had a confused look. Why had she done this? His own wife. Perhaps she never REALLY was his wife...maybe a double- agent. No, not Lauren...it couldn't be. Soon, the elevator door opened and Sydney and Vaughn were pushed out of the elevator, and were guided to 2 chairs, abviously right next to each other. Then, the moment of relief: Lauren and her companion untied the blindfolds. Sydney cocked her head this way and that. An empty, concrete, building. One table, a computer, and 6 chairs. "Where are we?" Sydney asked. Lauren smiled and stepped forward. "Right where I want you," Vaughn held back tears. "Where do you want us?" He asked, choking down a scream. Lauren turned her attention to her husband, walking even closer. "I'm sorry, I know we made a great couple, but I just couldn't resist..." She taunted. "Resist what?" Sydney asked. DING The elevator door sounded before Lauren could answer; there was no need to. Mr. Sark was here. Vaughn kept his cool, feeling the anger flush to his face. All this time... "Hello, how are you 2 this fine day?" Sark asked as he smiled mischieviously. They didn't answer. Sydney kept eye contact, and Vaughn kept his eyes on Lauren. Sark laughed. "Well, I have to admit, I feel pretty bad about stealing Lauren...but, then again, I don't. You see, I have thue best 2 agents in the CIA, which I'm sure Kendel will pay every bit of ranson I ask for, but also information," He paused a moment putting his hands in his pocket as he paced back and forth. "I can get whatever I want right now...information out of you 2, and money, so thank you so much for volunteering," Sark smiled as he handed a briefcase to Lauren, and she took it to the table, set it down, and opened it. Vaughn cleared his throat, trying to control his emotions. "What's in the briefcase?" Vaughn asked, craning his neck to see. "Oh, you'll see. You'll see it right up close and personal," Sark's expression faded and walked over to Lauren, taking a small, black square from her. "Alright, those chairs you're in have at least 30,000 bolts of electricity running through them right now. Luckily, we've got them contained-for now," Sark turned to Sydney. "Ms. Bristow, I'm going to ask you a simple question, and here it is: What are the codes?" Sark asked. Sydney played dumb; she had to start somewhere. "What codes?" A small shock ran through Vaughn's chair, and he jolted. Sydney looked at Sark menacingly. He raised his eyebrows at her. "One more time: What are the codes?" He asked, setting the volt even higher this time. "The codes to what?" Sydney dared to ask. She really had no idea of what he was talking about. A larger shock ran through Vaughn's chair, his legs jumped and his hands were shaking. He had actually let out a yell that time. Sark smiled. "The codes to your access computer core, what are they?" Sark was getting frustrated, she could tell. "ATF-0978, UJK-6576. That's all I know," Sydney replied. She couldn't watch other people be in pain, especially because of her. Sark smiled at his success. "Thank you, Ms. Bristow...see? That wasn't hard at all. We'll see you 2 tomorrow."