Show No Emotion
Spoilers: No
Archive: Yes, but please let me know at sarkaholic23@hotmail.com
A/N: This takes place after Truth Takes Time. Tenses in this story will change. When it is in first person POV, it will be in present tense. When it is in third person POV, it will be in past.
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"So you know the exact location of Irina Derevko and Arvin Sloane?" Kendall asked, standing among Jack Bristow, Sydney, Vaughn and Dixon.
Sark smirked. "Yes, I believe that's been my mantra since I've arrived, Agent Kendall."
Kendall muttered a few muted words to himself before continuing on, "You passed the polygraph test. What exactly do you think you're going to be receiving for your help in this matter."
Sark paused. "I want full immunity."
Kendall let out an incredulous laugh and looked at Jack. "Did you hear that? He wants full immunity!" he exclaimed. He looked back at the young man behind the glass. "I'm afraid that's impossible. We don't have the power to grant immunity."
Sark shrugged. "Then I'm afraid I don't have the power to lead you to Ms. Derevko and Mr. Sloane."
Kendall's amused smile melted into a frown. "You cocky son of a bitch--" he started.
Jack put a hand on Kendall's shoulder. "Kendall, stop," Jack warned. He gazed at Sark. "Can you assure us that Derevko and Sloane will be where you lead us?"
"Can you assure me immunity?" Sark shot back, crossing his arms.
Jack looked at Sydney, who gave him a small nod. "We'll get the immunity," Jack said. "I promise you that."
Sark nodded. "I can get you Sloane and Irina. However, I'd like the immunity agreement in writing before I take you halfway across the world. I don't want to have any nasty surprises when I return."
"Fine," Jack said through gritted teeth. He turned to his fellow CIA agent. "Let's go."
"And I'd like something to sleep on, if you don't mind!" Sark called as the group walked away.
"What are we going to do, Jack?" Kendall asked, putting a hand to his forehead.
"Listen, Kendall," Jack said calmly, "contact your superiors and get them to contact the President. Inform him about the situation. Have them convince the President to grant Sark the immunity."
Kendall snorted. "Do you really think that'll work? Sark is a murderer. He doesn't deserve immunity!"
"Criminals don't deserve immunity, Kendall, but how many of them have received it?" Jack asked harshly. "You know just as well as I do that this is the only way that we're going to get our hands on Arvin Sloane and Irina Derevko. Just do it."
Kendall sighed, then nodded. "You're right, Jack. I'm going to go make a few calls."
Sark looked over the immunity agreement for the third time. "You got this agreement rather quickly, Agent Kendall. I'm impressed," he commented as he leafed through the tall stack of papers.
"If it's not what you had in mind, we can just drop this right here," Kendall said irritably.
Sark smiled at the agent. "That won't be necessary. Besides, where would that put you?"
Kendall's insides raged as the young assassin gave him a cocky look. "Listen, Mr. Sark, I'm in no mood for your games. If in any way you compromise my agents on this mission, I will personally take you apart, limb-by-limb. If you screw this up, that immunity agreement will be thrown out the window, do you understand?"
"Yes, I understand," Sark replied coolly.
"Good. Now, where are they?"
Sark looked Kendall over. "They're in Zurich. Taking care of business. Now, I'll need my suit back, please. I made the mistake of wearing my favorite one on my way in."
Three hours later, Sydney, Vaughn, Jack and Sark were sitting in the cargo hold of a plane, making their way to Zurich. Vaughn and Jack had gone toward the front of the plane to talk some things over.
"What are they trying to do?" Sydney asked.
"They're looking for Rambaldi artifacts," Sark replied.
When he didn't elaborate, Sydney asked, "Why?"
Sark looked her in the eye. "For reasons yet to be revealed."
"What is that supposed to mean? You don't know?"
"I don't want to know. Unfortunately, I do, but there's not a chance in hell I'm going to let you in on it. This Rambaldi business is very complex. You shouldn't get involved with it if you don't have to."
Sark's comment left Sydney wondering about his connection with Rambaldi, but she didn't push the conversation. "Can I ask you something?"
"I suppose."
"Why are you helping the CIA? I mean, why are you really helping us? If you hadn't turned yourself in, you wouldn't need immunity. You're smart enough to keep out of the CIA's way, you didn't need us."
"I gave you my reasons, Ms. Bristow. I had enough of Sloane and Irina. There's only so much one can take."
"You know what I think?"
"What's that?"
"I think you're lying."
Sark raised an eyebrow. "Do you now? Why?"
Sydney shrugged. "You say you're an impatient person, and that may be true, but I don't think you're the kind of guy who would drop his associates because he was getting bored."
"You think you've got everyone figured out, don't you? You don't know anything about me, Ms. Bristow. I doubt that you even know you're little boyfriend. A word of advice, Ms. Bristow: don't try to convince yourself that you can break people down because you can't. Thinking you have that ability will come back and destroy you."
Sydney glared at him. "Screw you, asshole."