Disclaimer in chapter 1.
This is going to be a short chapter based only on Sydney, Sierra, and Sark's POV.
Sydney wiped the sweet of her brow, they had been stuck in wherever they were for two hours now. An unconscious Sierra was lying next to Syd, they had knocked the girls out after getting into the van. Sydney spotted Sark sitting across from them cleaning his gun with his eyes trained on the girls.
"Your sister is quite attractive." Sark commented, Sydney stiffened.
"Don't you dare put a hand on her." Sydney began to warn.
"Don't worry, Sloane is taking a personal interest into yours and your sister's well being, I swear he cares for you like you were his own daughters." Sark snickered.
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Sark had been watching Sydney and Sierra ever since they were dragged in. Asleep the girls were practically identical, but both had characteristics that separated them. He once had an interest in Sydney, but now he was sure he was falling for Sierra. Sydney woke up first to his disappointment, he was hoping Sierra would so he would have an opportunity to talk to her without Sydney making sneering comments. Both had suffered from a severe blow to the head, perhaps even a mild concussion nothing to serious. Sloane was finishing up the Bristow's arrangements upstairs after placing a call to Jack Bristow. Sark wondered how much longer it'd take before they got a response from Jack.
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Sierra woke up with a pounding headache, she cursed aloud in Italian, before remembering what happened. Her eyes popped open as she tried to take in the surroundings, she noticed Sydney beside her and the man Syd called Sark watching her carefully from across the room.
"Do you mind?" She snapped not appreciating the looks she was receiving. Sydney smiled loving the tone her sister used.
"Sorry." Sark apologized, but didn't look anywhere else. Sierra tried to rub her neck when she realized her wrists were tied.
"Comfortable." She said with sarcasm.
"Sloane is upstairs making better arrangements for you as we speak." Sark informed.
"Sloane." Sierra shot up in interest.
"You know him?" Sydney asked.
"Other than what I learned from the CIA, but he made frequent visits when I was in Rome, always bringing me gifts and inquiring about my work. I wondered if he was like an uncle or director or something." Sierra shrugged it off.
"He was the head of SD-6, before it collapsed, now he's the CIA's most wanted." Sierra rolled her eyes.
"I still got a lot to learn."
I know its kind of bad, but I just threw it out for the sake of updating, please review and I'll update again soon!
