Okay, this chapter gets a little smutty involving Sark. And I'm changing
the rating for this chapter only to PG-13
"I'm not telling you anything." Sydney said defiantly, as she was strapped into a wooden chair. Her body was aching with broken bones and bruises that seemed to consume her body. The newest one to torture her had come in and was examining the contents of the room. She seemed unsure of what she wanted to do with Sydney. But, she was elegantly dressed. She wore a neat black suit with a white lacey blouse beneath. Her stiletto heels clicked delicately across the pavement. Her hair was done perfectly, swept into a neat little bun.
"We didn't ask you anything." The guard, who was standing near the door snapped.
"It's only a matter of time." She retorted, happy with her attitude about the situation. She felt like she had nothing to lose but she knew in her heart that she had everything and anything to lose.
"What? Have you nothing to lose?" The guard, dressed in a black business suit joked.
She just smiled a reply and refused to say nothing. What was it, five years ago that she stated something similar?
"I've got nothing to lose." She stated, her words dripping with sarcasm.
"That's not true. You have your teeth." Suit and glasses had replied, pulled her back right molar from her jaw line.
But now that was not the case. At that point, she had nothing to live for anymore. There was no guiding light in her life. She thought that he had died. But, it turns out, that Danny wasn't her true love. He wasn't the one that was meant to be. She shook her head to hopefully get some clarity on her thoughts. What was she thinking? Of course Danny was her love. She was going to marry him...sure, and she also thought that SD- 6 was a covert branch of the CIA. How could have she been so naïve? Was she really that stupid?
She sighed heavily and watched the woman walk around the room.
"Leave me!" A feminine voice shook the room, making Sydney and the guard jump out of shock. "Leave me alone with her!"
"But Miss-"
"Leave. Me." She hissed, turning her head towards the guard and dropping her voice so low that it gave Sydney chills.
"But Mister-"
"I don't care what he thinks!" She snapped sharply. "You get out of this room or I'll make you get out!" To take out her frustration, she swept her arm across the table, sending viles and metal objects flying in all directions. They clattered against the cement walls. "Get out!"
The guard nodded curtly and hurried from the room, slamming the door behind him.
The woman kept her tough exterior and strutted over to Sydney, bending next to her ear, "You have absolutely no reason to trust me and I understand that but we have to make this look real if you want to get out here alive. Michael's not doing well. Sark knows about the cancer and he's using it against him." Her words were sincere and obviously, she cared about Sydney. This was very strange.
Sydney felt her blood run cold and her eyes get wide. Sark. Cancer. Those two words were enough to burn a hole through her heart any other time but when used in the same sentence, they might as well have just shot her.
"Listen, there is a security camera above my right shoulder. I'll keep my back to it as long as you can keep up the act that I'm hurting you. Are we agreed to that? Right now, they think I'm whispering threats. It's apparently my trademark." The woman took a step back and smiled, her smokey made up eyes shining and deep crimson lips curling into a smile.
"Who are you?" Sydney's eyes were popping out of their swollen sockets.
Jeanette didn't answer. She crossed briskly over and grabbed a vile and a needle, one that had survived her temper into her hand. "I need you," she whispered softly, her lips barely moving, "to pretend like I'm about to inject you with a depilating drug."
"Oh G-d. No, please." She started to beg but she wasn't acting. How did she know that this wasn't going to kill her?"
"It's a pain killer." Jeanette whispered and filled the syringe, finally talking at normal volume. "You have no idea, do you? We've tested this on all sorts of animals and they've all wound up dead. It attacks the nervous system. Causes terrible twitches and spasms that are uncontrollable. Sad thing is, we're sure it causes a great deal of pain but my employer is curious to see how it will work on humans. I'm sorry, darling, but I believe you are about to be the first test subject." She squirted a little bit into the air, taking careful measurement of how much was left before plunging it deep in Sydney's exposed arm. "That will last you long enough to get you on the plane. Don't worry, Vaughn's fine. Everything's going to be okay." She whispered into Sydney's ear again.
"Who are you?" She managed to groan, feeling the toxin seep through her veins.
"I'm Jeanette."
"So, love, I'm off tonight. Will you be able to manage things on your own? I want Bristow terminated and if you could take care of the other one, then life would just be wonderful. They're not that valuable to me. We've tried to tap that well one too many times. Especially that Vaughn girl. Lord, was she ever the ideal stupid child."
"And to think that you developed feelings for her." Jeanette crossed her legs and started to play with the hem of her skirt as she sat on the corner of Sark's business desk upstairs.
Sark stopped what he was doing and looked at her. He was dressed in a gray business suit and looked like every other businessman across the world. "Oh love." He sighed heavily. "How could I ever love anyone but you? You...." He crossed over to the desk and finding a space to the side of her legs. He cupped her face in his hand and felt her lean into it, her eyes brimming over false sadness. "..are the only one I could ever love."
"Then why were you so eager to work with her?" She pouted falsely. She started to fumble with the buttons on his shirt. She refused to let eyes meet his. She licked her lips and pouted even further, pressing her bottom lips as far as it would possible go. She even managed to produce a few tears that fell over her foundation covered face. "You loved her, didn't you?"
He forced her to look at him, "I never loved her. I love you." He took his other arm and wrapped it around her waist, pulling them closer still.
"Good." She managed to utter. Her minds started to race. She didn't know when she was going to do this but it had to be within the next few minutes. "Cancel your trip then. It's not imperative that you leave tonight. Leave tomorrow. I'll make it worth your while." She tempted, letting her hands slip into the belt loops on his pants. She pulled him closer, almost letting his lips touch hers. "Please baby."
He barely said a word. He unwrapped an arm from her and reached into his pocket for his cell phone. He hit three buttons and pressed it up to his ear as Jeanette started to press her lips against his neck, causing him to stir with excitement. "Yes, it's me. I'm not leaving tonight. I'm leaving tomorrow. Why? I've got some unfinished business to attend to." He snapped the flip phone and tossed it over his shoulder. It landed on the floor, almost shattering on contact. It was a rather stupid move but it didn't really matter. He lunged towards her, closer than before until abdomen was pressed up against abdomen. He started to kiss her patiently, his hands groping all over her body. He moaned her name as she kissed the sweet spots along his neck, leaving marks along his jugular. Somewhere, he peeled off her suit jacket, followed by his own. He unfastened her shoulder holster and let it drop with a thud next to her and started to unbutton the white lacey button down shirt beneath. She reached down and helped him finish the buttons and "Wasn't this worth postponing your little business trip?" She parted her lips from his and smiled.
"Oh yeah." He managed to moan.
That was the only answer she needed. Uncrossing her legs, she whipped them around, executing a kick straight to the base of his neck, sending him barreling over. Before he had time to react and attack, she pulled a gun, with a silencer of course, from the fallen holster and held it, cold, in her hands.
"You b-tch!" He screamed, holding his face, which already beginning to swell. From his position on the ground, he glared at her. "What was that for?" And then he realized the gun.
"Don't move." She hissed. He didn't expect that much power from her. She didn't look especially strong. Grant it, she was extremely muscular but the power in her moves was definitely unforeseen.
"Jeanie....Jeanie, I don't understand. Why?"
Her blood curled as she heard him call her that. That was Michael's nickname for her. No one else was allowed to call her that. She was Michael's Jeanie.
She inhaled deeply and stepped over him, the gun still cocked and poised at him. "You really have to ask, Stephen? You blackmailed me into working for you. You deceived me. And now you have to ask why?" Somehow, she managed to feel no emotion. She had seen what he had done and what he was going to do and felt nothing. Not even the slightest twinge of regret. She watched his young form shake down to the floor. She stood over him, watching him die and shot him four more times. He stopped moving. He stopped breathing. He stopped pleading for her to do something. He stopped being. He was no longer a threat.
She gathered her shirt and buttoned it calmly. Her black blazer and her holster came next. She took a deep inhale, stepped over the body and walked towards the door. Phase one was over. Time for phase two.
"I'm not telling you anything." Sydney said defiantly, as she was strapped into a wooden chair. Her body was aching with broken bones and bruises that seemed to consume her body. The newest one to torture her had come in and was examining the contents of the room. She seemed unsure of what she wanted to do with Sydney. But, she was elegantly dressed. She wore a neat black suit with a white lacey blouse beneath. Her stiletto heels clicked delicately across the pavement. Her hair was done perfectly, swept into a neat little bun.
"We didn't ask you anything." The guard, who was standing near the door snapped.
"It's only a matter of time." She retorted, happy with her attitude about the situation. She felt like she had nothing to lose but she knew in her heart that she had everything and anything to lose.
"What? Have you nothing to lose?" The guard, dressed in a black business suit joked.
She just smiled a reply and refused to say nothing. What was it, five years ago that she stated something similar?
"I've got nothing to lose." She stated, her words dripping with sarcasm.
"That's not true. You have your teeth." Suit and glasses had replied, pulled her back right molar from her jaw line.
But now that was not the case. At that point, she had nothing to live for anymore. There was no guiding light in her life. She thought that he had died. But, it turns out, that Danny wasn't her true love. He wasn't the one that was meant to be. She shook her head to hopefully get some clarity on her thoughts. What was she thinking? Of course Danny was her love. She was going to marry him...sure, and she also thought that SD- 6 was a covert branch of the CIA. How could have she been so naïve? Was she really that stupid?
She sighed heavily and watched the woman walk around the room.
"Leave me!" A feminine voice shook the room, making Sydney and the guard jump out of shock. "Leave me alone with her!"
"But Miss-"
"Leave. Me." She hissed, turning her head towards the guard and dropping her voice so low that it gave Sydney chills.
"But Mister-"
"I don't care what he thinks!" She snapped sharply. "You get out of this room or I'll make you get out!" To take out her frustration, she swept her arm across the table, sending viles and metal objects flying in all directions. They clattered against the cement walls. "Get out!"
The guard nodded curtly and hurried from the room, slamming the door behind him.
The woman kept her tough exterior and strutted over to Sydney, bending next to her ear, "You have absolutely no reason to trust me and I understand that but we have to make this look real if you want to get out here alive. Michael's not doing well. Sark knows about the cancer and he's using it against him." Her words were sincere and obviously, she cared about Sydney. This was very strange.
Sydney felt her blood run cold and her eyes get wide. Sark. Cancer. Those two words were enough to burn a hole through her heart any other time but when used in the same sentence, they might as well have just shot her.
"Listen, there is a security camera above my right shoulder. I'll keep my back to it as long as you can keep up the act that I'm hurting you. Are we agreed to that? Right now, they think I'm whispering threats. It's apparently my trademark." The woman took a step back and smiled, her smokey made up eyes shining and deep crimson lips curling into a smile.
"Who are you?" Sydney's eyes were popping out of their swollen sockets.
Jeanette didn't answer. She crossed briskly over and grabbed a vile and a needle, one that had survived her temper into her hand. "I need you," she whispered softly, her lips barely moving, "to pretend like I'm about to inject you with a depilating drug."
"Oh G-d. No, please." She started to beg but she wasn't acting. How did she know that this wasn't going to kill her?"
"It's a pain killer." Jeanette whispered and filled the syringe, finally talking at normal volume. "You have no idea, do you? We've tested this on all sorts of animals and they've all wound up dead. It attacks the nervous system. Causes terrible twitches and spasms that are uncontrollable. Sad thing is, we're sure it causes a great deal of pain but my employer is curious to see how it will work on humans. I'm sorry, darling, but I believe you are about to be the first test subject." She squirted a little bit into the air, taking careful measurement of how much was left before plunging it deep in Sydney's exposed arm. "That will last you long enough to get you on the plane. Don't worry, Vaughn's fine. Everything's going to be okay." She whispered into Sydney's ear again.
"Who are you?" She managed to groan, feeling the toxin seep through her veins.
"I'm Jeanette."
"So, love, I'm off tonight. Will you be able to manage things on your own? I want Bristow terminated and if you could take care of the other one, then life would just be wonderful. They're not that valuable to me. We've tried to tap that well one too many times. Especially that Vaughn girl. Lord, was she ever the ideal stupid child."
"And to think that you developed feelings for her." Jeanette crossed her legs and started to play with the hem of her skirt as she sat on the corner of Sark's business desk upstairs.
Sark stopped what he was doing and looked at her. He was dressed in a gray business suit and looked like every other businessman across the world. "Oh love." He sighed heavily. "How could I ever love anyone but you? You...." He crossed over to the desk and finding a space to the side of her legs. He cupped her face in his hand and felt her lean into it, her eyes brimming over false sadness. "..are the only one I could ever love."
"Then why were you so eager to work with her?" She pouted falsely. She started to fumble with the buttons on his shirt. She refused to let eyes meet his. She licked her lips and pouted even further, pressing her bottom lips as far as it would possible go. She even managed to produce a few tears that fell over her foundation covered face. "You loved her, didn't you?"
He forced her to look at him, "I never loved her. I love you." He took his other arm and wrapped it around her waist, pulling them closer still.
"Good." She managed to utter. Her minds started to race. She didn't know when she was going to do this but it had to be within the next few minutes. "Cancel your trip then. It's not imperative that you leave tonight. Leave tomorrow. I'll make it worth your while." She tempted, letting her hands slip into the belt loops on his pants. She pulled him closer, almost letting his lips touch hers. "Please baby."
He barely said a word. He unwrapped an arm from her and reached into his pocket for his cell phone. He hit three buttons and pressed it up to his ear as Jeanette started to press her lips against his neck, causing him to stir with excitement. "Yes, it's me. I'm not leaving tonight. I'm leaving tomorrow. Why? I've got some unfinished business to attend to." He snapped the flip phone and tossed it over his shoulder. It landed on the floor, almost shattering on contact. It was a rather stupid move but it didn't really matter. He lunged towards her, closer than before until abdomen was pressed up against abdomen. He started to kiss her patiently, his hands groping all over her body. He moaned her name as she kissed the sweet spots along his neck, leaving marks along his jugular. Somewhere, he peeled off her suit jacket, followed by his own. He unfastened her shoulder holster and let it drop with a thud next to her and started to unbutton the white lacey button down shirt beneath. She reached down and helped him finish the buttons and "Wasn't this worth postponing your little business trip?" She parted her lips from his and smiled.
"Oh yeah." He managed to moan.
That was the only answer she needed. Uncrossing her legs, she whipped them around, executing a kick straight to the base of his neck, sending him barreling over. Before he had time to react and attack, she pulled a gun, with a silencer of course, from the fallen holster and held it, cold, in her hands.
"You b-tch!" He screamed, holding his face, which already beginning to swell. From his position on the ground, he glared at her. "What was that for?" And then he realized the gun.
"Don't move." She hissed. He didn't expect that much power from her. She didn't look especially strong. Grant it, she was extremely muscular but the power in her moves was definitely unforeseen.
"Jeanie....Jeanie, I don't understand. Why?"
Her blood curled as she heard him call her that. That was Michael's nickname for her. No one else was allowed to call her that. She was Michael's Jeanie.
She inhaled deeply and stepped over him, the gun still cocked and poised at him. "You really have to ask, Stephen? You blackmailed me into working for you. You deceived me. And now you have to ask why?" Somehow, she managed to feel no emotion. She had seen what he had done and what he was going to do and felt nothing. Not even the slightest twinge of regret. She watched his young form shake down to the floor. She stood over him, watching him die and shot him four more times. He stopped moving. He stopped breathing. He stopped pleading for her to do something. He stopped being. He was no longer a threat.
She gathered her shirt and buttoned it calmly. Her black blazer and her holster came next. She took a deep inhale, stepped over the body and walked towards the door. Phase one was over. Time for phase two.