Sark received his news of transfer quietly. He was surprised that they had
waited so long. But, it worked to his advantage. He was still here when
Sydney returned. That was all that mattered. Now, he was ready. He had
more information for Irina, and he would be able to help Sydney.
He had meant it when he had told Sydney that he was always prepared. That was just second nature to him. Living the life that he did, it was always in his best interest to be ready for anything. Especially when his life was at stake. He still wasn't sure of the plan that Irina had, but he knew that he could count on her. She could always be counted on when it came to Sydney. Granted, she had always tried to help him when he needed it, but her daughter and her husband were always first. Silly people. Thinking that Irina was so obsessed with Rambaldi just for herself. She was one of the most fiercely loyal people that he'd ever met. She would do anything to protect her family, even if it meant to betray them. Sark had not seen Sydney again. He was sure that Irina would try to do this without her help. He knew it would be a greater risk if the CIA thought that Sydney had something to do with it. Still, he wanted to see her. After she had come to his cell that night, he thought about her more than ever. He wondered if he was imagining the connection that he felt with her. He wondered if she felt the same way. He looked forward to the day when he could have those questions answered.
When the guards came in, he stood up. He was going to have some dignity. He allowed them to shackle his hands and feet. Little did they know that they wouldn't be unshackling them at Camp Harris. Ah well, everyone has to learn sometime, he thought.
He was escorted out and loaded onto a bus. There was an escort in front of the bus, and one behind. He couldn't help but think that this wasn't going to be easy, especially with his hands chained behind him. He remembered hearing rumors of the way Will Tippin had escaped when he was transferred. He wondered if Irina had something similar planned.
He looked around him. Without warning, the man seated next to the driver turned around and shot the two men guarding Sark. Sark was shocked. He had been immersed in his own thoughts and hadn't even recognized the man. That could be dangerous. He would have to be sure not to let it happen again. Fortunately for him, it was someone that he knew. It was Jean Rennee, one of Irina's associates. Jean then held the gun to the driver's neck and instructed him to keep driving. The driver complied.
"Jean, it's good to see you." Sark said. "I apologize for not having recognized you before, but I wasn't expecting this. How did you get in here?"
"I've been working with the CIA for over a year now, Mr. Sark. Just for this purpose. Irina knew that one day this opportunity would come, so we were prepared. The men in the other two vehicles are also Irina's associates."
"Very clever of you. I must say, I'm impressed." And, it was not often that he admitted that weakness. "What is going to happen to the driver?"
"Oh, we're going to send him back to the CIA. We want to make sure that they know what happened." Jean chuckled. "They really must learn to be a little more selective in who they hire." He instructed the driver to turn into an abandoned airfield. "We made sure to knock out the satellite, so they have no way to track us right now. As the bus stopped, Jean unlocked Sark's hands and feet.
As Sark stepped off the bus into the harsh sunlight, he felt a burst of energy, and also, an unfamiliar feeling of hope. He was free again. It had been a while.
They were all hustled onto a plane. The driver was left chained to the bus rail. Let the CIA find him there. Maybe they would learn. Sark couldn't help but be a little disappointed when they took off and Sydney was not there. As he was offered some food and a glass of wine, Irina came to sit next to him.
"Sark, it's good to see you. I trust that the CIA kept you comfortable?" Irina laughed. "I was lucky enough to sample some of their hospitality myself, although, my time there wasn't as extensive as yours."
"Bloody hell, Irina, have your joke". Sark said, only half amused. "I, however, think their hospitality, as you call it, leaves something to be desired. At least I have more information about the prophecy."
"Leave that for now. I don't want to talk about it until we have Sydney with us. It is time for her to learn everything, Aidan. I've kept things from her for far too long. There are also some things that you need to know. Things that I haven't told you." Irina had her reasons for not telling him how he figured into the prophecy. She knew that he wouldn't have understood before. But, now he would.
Sark was more than a little disquieted at her statement. "You only call me Aidan when you have something serious to discuss. You worry me."
"Don't be worried. I just thought that since my daughter referred to you as Aidan, that I might do so as well." Irina was enjoying this immensely. She had not missed Sydney's slip, and she would not miss the opportunity to nettle Sark about it. "It's not every day that you share your name with someone."
"Well, I thought that it would be the least that I could do, considering all that she's been through." Sark stammered. Damn. Irina always had a way of unsettling him. "She needs to feel connected to someone."
"I see. Well, Aidan, I think she does." Yes, thought Irina. And he feels connected to her. She couldn't help but think that this would be very interesting.
The rest of the trip was spent in silence. Sark kept replaying Irina's words in his head. Somehow the prophecy included him too? He had never heard of it. The woman was definitely good at keeping secrets. He also thought of Sydney and he wondered how long it would be until she joined them.
As the plane landed in Ireland, Irina spoke again. "Sydney will be here in less than two weeks. Until then, we'll wait."
Well, so, it's hurry up and wait, is it? Thought Sark. He was patient. He did have to admit to himself, however, that his anticipation was greater than he had expected.
He had meant it when he had told Sydney that he was always prepared. That was just second nature to him. Living the life that he did, it was always in his best interest to be ready for anything. Especially when his life was at stake. He still wasn't sure of the plan that Irina had, but he knew that he could count on her. She could always be counted on when it came to Sydney. Granted, she had always tried to help him when he needed it, but her daughter and her husband were always first. Silly people. Thinking that Irina was so obsessed with Rambaldi just for herself. She was one of the most fiercely loyal people that he'd ever met. She would do anything to protect her family, even if it meant to betray them. Sark had not seen Sydney again. He was sure that Irina would try to do this without her help. He knew it would be a greater risk if the CIA thought that Sydney had something to do with it. Still, he wanted to see her. After she had come to his cell that night, he thought about her more than ever. He wondered if he was imagining the connection that he felt with her. He wondered if she felt the same way. He looked forward to the day when he could have those questions answered.
When the guards came in, he stood up. He was going to have some dignity. He allowed them to shackle his hands and feet. Little did they know that they wouldn't be unshackling them at Camp Harris. Ah well, everyone has to learn sometime, he thought.
He was escorted out and loaded onto a bus. There was an escort in front of the bus, and one behind. He couldn't help but think that this wasn't going to be easy, especially with his hands chained behind him. He remembered hearing rumors of the way Will Tippin had escaped when he was transferred. He wondered if Irina had something similar planned.
He looked around him. Without warning, the man seated next to the driver turned around and shot the two men guarding Sark. Sark was shocked. He had been immersed in his own thoughts and hadn't even recognized the man. That could be dangerous. He would have to be sure not to let it happen again. Fortunately for him, it was someone that he knew. It was Jean Rennee, one of Irina's associates. Jean then held the gun to the driver's neck and instructed him to keep driving. The driver complied.
"Jean, it's good to see you." Sark said. "I apologize for not having recognized you before, but I wasn't expecting this. How did you get in here?"
"I've been working with the CIA for over a year now, Mr. Sark. Just for this purpose. Irina knew that one day this opportunity would come, so we were prepared. The men in the other two vehicles are also Irina's associates."
"Very clever of you. I must say, I'm impressed." And, it was not often that he admitted that weakness. "What is going to happen to the driver?"
"Oh, we're going to send him back to the CIA. We want to make sure that they know what happened." Jean chuckled. "They really must learn to be a little more selective in who they hire." He instructed the driver to turn into an abandoned airfield. "We made sure to knock out the satellite, so they have no way to track us right now. As the bus stopped, Jean unlocked Sark's hands and feet.
As Sark stepped off the bus into the harsh sunlight, he felt a burst of energy, and also, an unfamiliar feeling of hope. He was free again. It had been a while.
They were all hustled onto a plane. The driver was left chained to the bus rail. Let the CIA find him there. Maybe they would learn. Sark couldn't help but be a little disappointed when they took off and Sydney was not there. As he was offered some food and a glass of wine, Irina came to sit next to him.
"Sark, it's good to see you. I trust that the CIA kept you comfortable?" Irina laughed. "I was lucky enough to sample some of their hospitality myself, although, my time there wasn't as extensive as yours."
"Bloody hell, Irina, have your joke". Sark said, only half amused. "I, however, think their hospitality, as you call it, leaves something to be desired. At least I have more information about the prophecy."
"Leave that for now. I don't want to talk about it until we have Sydney with us. It is time for her to learn everything, Aidan. I've kept things from her for far too long. There are also some things that you need to know. Things that I haven't told you." Irina had her reasons for not telling him how he figured into the prophecy. She knew that he wouldn't have understood before. But, now he would.
Sark was more than a little disquieted at her statement. "You only call me Aidan when you have something serious to discuss. You worry me."
"Don't be worried. I just thought that since my daughter referred to you as Aidan, that I might do so as well." Irina was enjoying this immensely. She had not missed Sydney's slip, and she would not miss the opportunity to nettle Sark about it. "It's not every day that you share your name with someone."
"Well, I thought that it would be the least that I could do, considering all that she's been through." Sark stammered. Damn. Irina always had a way of unsettling him. "She needs to feel connected to someone."
"I see. Well, Aidan, I think she does." Yes, thought Irina. And he feels connected to her. She couldn't help but think that this would be very interesting.
The rest of the trip was spent in silence. Sark kept replaying Irina's words in his head. Somehow the prophecy included him too? He had never heard of it. The woman was definitely good at keeping secrets. He also thought of Sydney and he wondered how long it would be until she joined them.
As the plane landed in Ireland, Irina spoke again. "Sydney will be here in less than two weeks. Until then, we'll wait."
Well, so, it's hurry up and wait, is it? Thought Sark. He was patient. He did have to admit to himself, however, that his anticipation was greater than he had expected.