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AN/ Hey guys, I do not watch the Alias show and have not for a while, so I will just be finishing my current Alias fics and not writing any more of them. My fics are not based on anything that is currently happening on the show. Please enjoy the rest of this story. =D

"No time for chit chat, Syd. We must get you all tied up before you can escape, mustn't we?" Sark replied snidely as he quickly cuffed her hands and feet.

"Sark…"

"No, no. No talking. We must get you gagged before the masseuse comes back." He went on as he proceeded to gag her.

"Hurumph!" she tried to speak but it came out muffled.

Sark threw her over his shoulder and was lifted up, by a rope, into the ceiling through a ceiling vent.

Once inside the vent, Sark replaced the grate, set her down in front of him, and commented on the nifty gadgets that his team was able to rig up, most recently, the automatic pulley that had hoisted them into the vent moments earlier.

He then set her on a piece of wood that had wheels attached to it, and pushed her through the network of vent passageways until he reached the opening that led outside to the back of the building. All the while keeping a close eye on her.

Sydney lye still on the board, not knowing what to do.

Suddenly, she remembered the shock ring that she had put into her pocket that morning.

Marshall had advised her to keep it and use it as a weapon for self-defense.

If she could only get to it…

But with Sark keeping such a close eye on her and her hands being bound, she found it impossible.

She would have to wait for her moment of opportunity.

Sark slung her into the back seat of an awaiting limo, slammed the door, and slapped the car twice.

Sydney puzzled over why he hadn't come with her.

"Hello, Miss Bristow."

Sydney quickly turned her head to look to her right.

There was a familiar face staring back…Anna Espinosas.

She reached over and un-gagged Sydney.

"Excuse me if I don't shake your hand." Sydney remarked coldly.

"Aren't you the clever one? Don't worry. This won't hurt a bit." Anna knocked her out quickly.

When Sydney awoke she was strapped to a chair.

She immediately glanced at the front pocket of her Capri jeans, where the ring should have been creating a slight bulge.

But she didn't see one.

They had taken all of her escape devices.

She glanced around at her surroundings.

She was in a metal room.

The only exit was a metal door at the front of the cold room.

Sark entered and gave her a phony smile, "You're awake! Perfect."

"What do you want, Sark?"

"I want to know everything that you know. I want the 411 on Sd-6 and the CIA. And any other tid-bits that you might know."

"I won't tell you anything."

"Stubbornness. How charming. I don't think that you understand, sweetness. I'm not asking. I'm telling." Sark said.

"No. I don't think that you understand. I'm not talking."

"You have made a serious mistake, Miss Bristow. We will be speaking again." With that he turned and left without another word.

AN/ I hope that you enjoyed it! Please review and let me know! Please keep all reviews G rated with no bleeped out with stars, implied, or actual cuss words! Thanks! Thanks for reading, have a great day, and remember to SMILE! =D

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