Chapter 4- Indulgences
Location- Wales, England
Date- October 3, 2003
It had been almost two months since he had last seen her. After Lynx and Sark had left Cairo, Carson had wanted to know more about the young woman. She captivated him. For example, how had she found Sark? Why did she contact him and not Derevko? She'll answer my questions, Carson thought. Right after I finish this stupid hike. Carson had broken into Sark's grounds from the front door. He simply walked up the winding, white gravel path from the gate, and was now about to the manor. Either Lynx knew he was here and didn't care, or she wasn't as adept as Sark praised her to be. Carson preferred the first option.
"Hello," he smiled at the guard stationed at the manor door.
"Mr. Sark has been expecting you," the guard opened the door slowly to allow Carson to enter.
"Thank you," Carson said as the door slammed shut behind him and he was left alone in the dim hallway. Carson has been to Greenshire Hall (the official name of Sark's manor) before and, knowing Sark, the man was most likely on his computer in a study; usually the one in the old keep. There was no way in hell Sark would let him in there. Sark's dislike for the young man was evident, and Carson was sure the Englishman would trigger the keep's alarm just to kill him. Keeping this in mind, Carson decided to look in the tower.
Surprisingly, Sark was in the tower. He stood with his back turned to the door, staring out the window. He seemed to be in deep thought, and only turned around when Carson had slammed the door shut.
"What," asked Sark, who had jumped, "are you doing here?"
"Just looking for Lynx," Carson looked around the room. Then, deciding to make polite conversation, he said, "So, is this paint job-"
"Lynx. What do you with her?" Sark asked, suspicious.
"To talk. Oh, and Derevko wants her and me to go to Mexico on a short trip," Carson said.
Sark frowned, "Why didn't Derevko contact me herself about this?"
Carson shrugged, "Couldn't be bothered, I suppose. Now, Mademoiselle Lynx?"
"Lynx isn't here. I sent her off on holiday a few weeks ago," Sark went back to his window. "She's in Moscow,"
"What on earth is she doing there?" Carson was puzzled. This wasn't like Sark to send his best and brightest off on vacation at a moments notice.
Sark was the one who shrugged this time, "Don't know. But this time of year, she's most likely ice-skating. Good day Mr. Carson,"
Just then, the door was opened by one of the butlers of the house, "Excuse me, sir, but young Mistress Lynx is back from Russia,"
"Hey, Master!" Lynx called as she gave the butler her two very large, very heavy bags. "Moscow was great! I went ice-skating, skiing, snowboarding, and," Lynx did a double take, "what's he doing here?"
"Lynx! How are you?" Carson came over and shook her hand vigorously. "I heard you recently returned from Russia."
"Uh, yeah," Lynx walked past him and stood in front of Sark. "Master, what's he doing here?"
Sark breathed in heavily, "Derevko wants you and Carson to go to Mexico for a trip. At least that's what he says," Sark gave Carson a calculating look.
"Yes," Carson was now all business. "We gave received information that a computer chip with exclusive translated Rembaldi articles has surfaced and is in the possession of an American Army official. This official, General Marcus Watson, is currently vacationing in Cancun, Mexico. Derevko has received orders from Sloane for Lynx and I to go and commandeer this chip."
"Sloane knows about me?" Lynx was shocked that the head of their operations knew about her.
"Of course. Ever since your trip last month in Barcelona, Sloane has held a particular interest in you," Carson continued, "In fact, he requested you personally. Our cover will be a young, newlywed couple, Mr. and Mrs. Frederick and Heather Graham, on our honeymoon. We are to infiltrate General Watson's security around the chip and obtain it by any means necessary. I'm sorry to tell you this Lynx, what with just getting back, but we leave this afternoon,"
"Okay," Lynx was calculating; chewing her lip. "Good,"
Sark stepped up, "Mr. Carson, please leave this room so that I may talk to my associate alone,"
"As you wish," Carson turned away and walked towards the door. "I'll be in the pool. See you, Lynx!" he called as he shut the door.
"Lynx," Sark said seriously. "I want you to bring that chip to me first before it goes to Derevko and then to Sloane. This just doesn't add up,"
"Master, are you sure," Lynx asked. "What's wrong?"
"Sloane already has the Rembaldi documents, and he knows the code by heart. It is possible that newer manuscripts could turn up, but we already have Ildire. There's nothing else now except the prophecy," Sark looked down quickly. "I don't trust Carson at all,"
"Master, is it not also possible for the new documents to hold the answer to the prophecy? A name or birthday could be in there. And Ildire has never been put to work. Is it possible that secret is there as well?" Lynx pondered.
Sark looked up, his eyes big, "Yes, the answers could be there. Even still, Lynx, I want that chip. I don't care how or what you do to get it. Just make sure it goes to me,"
Lynx smiled. Her master was so good at going against his superiors, "Yes, sir,"
* * *
Location- Los Angeles
Date- October 3, 2003
"Sydney, your planner wants to know, blue bridesmaids dresses or lilac?" Sydney Bristow's young intern assistant, Marcia, asked as she followed Sydney to the meeting room while on a cell phone and head set.
"Lilac, the ones with the strapless tops," Sydney smiled as she heard the girl repeat this on the phone. The wedding was only six months until her marriage to Vaughn and her excitement was growing everyday.
"When will you be available for your gown fitting?" The girl asked, as she got out a palm organizer, ready to fill in a date and time.
"I think I could go today, if that's alright with my boss," Sydney answered as she sat down in her chair. Her assistant sat down to her left.
"Sorry, Syd, you'll be out of town," Dixon told her as he walked into the room. Jack followed and sat down opposite her at the table. Dixon waited for every thing and every one in the room, including Vaughn and Marshall, to settle down before he continued. "We have Intel that a certain chip is in danger of falling into the hands of our enemies, namely Irina Derevko. We don't know why, but the chip's keeper, General Marcus Watson, has contacted us from Cancun and has expressed his concern for the chip's safety. Due to this chip's importance, I'm asking Sydney Bristow to go to Mexico and retrieve it herself."
"What exactly is on the chip?" Vaughn asked.
"A complete translation into English of a new Rembaldi manuscript retrieved from Chile by an agent called Brandon Latyner. This manuscript is so new, no one has ever read what is on it," Dixon answered. "You can all guess the importance of this chip,"
There were nods all around the table. Sydney finally spoke up after a period of silence, "Who will be trying to take the chip?"
Dixon sighed, "This is one thing we don't know. Derevko and Sloane will probably send some of their best associates to retrieve it, but there is no way in knowing what kind of people you may face,"
Sydney nodded, "Okay, I'll go,"
"Wait a minute," Vaughn interjected. "There is no way I'm going to let her go alone,"
Jack agreed, "I concur. If we knew the enemy, it would be different. But, opponents you don't even know are a whole new scenario. Sydney, you are not goiung,"
"Dad, yes I am. I can do this. And, Michael, I'll be fine. I've taken on worse before," Sydney defended herself.
"Agent Bristow is going, end of story," Dixon said with a tone of finality. "Marshall?"
"Right, um," Marshall stuttered as he patted down his jacket, searching for something. He half smiled, "Um, heh, just a moment," His face dropped as he reached inside his suit and finally found what he was looking for: a silver make-up compact. "Here it is, now the chip is highly important. So, to insure that it's returned here safely, voila!" He flipped the compact open. Inside were a mirror and a make-up pad.
"It's a mirror," Jack said incredulously.
"So it seems, but" Marshall said, pulling at a minuscule tab and lifting up the mirror to reveal a sort of small, fitted, empty space, "when you lift the mirror, a nice little spot that will fit the chip perfectly." He refitted the mirror and snapped the compact shut, right on his fingers. "Ouch, that kind of hurts,"
* * *
Location- Cancun, Mexico
"Have a nice stay, Mr. and Mrs. Graham," The check-in attendant said cheerfully. "Enjoy your honeymoon,"
"We sure will," Lynx decided Carson was playing his part a little too well, especially when he turned her face up to his and kissed her full on the mouth. "My wife and I will enjoy your resort immensely, if we ever leave the room that is,"
"Now honey, we don't want to keep that suite waiting," Lynx said with a giggle as she led Carson off toward the elevators with their bags. "What was that for?" she asked crossly as they stood alone in the elevator, going up to their room.
"Had to make it look natural," Carson shrugged. "Besides, all work and no play would make you a very dull girl,"
Lynx felt a smile form at the corners of her mouth, "Yes, but we're hear to work, not to play," She promptly took off the loose shirt she had on, revealing a tight black tank top. She took off her high-heeled shoes and laced up her combat boots from one of the suitcases Carson had opened. She was completely dressed in black from head to toe when she looked over and was blessed with the sight of Carson changing his shirt. Not bad at all, she thought as she quickly diverted her eyes. "Ready?" she asked when Carson had finally laced up his own boots.
"Let's go," Carson said as the door slid open. They dropped the bags off at the room before proceeding down the hall towards the general's room. When they got to the plain white, gold numbered door, Lynx took out what looked like a credit card and slid it into the door key slot. The light immediately turned green, and she quietly opened the door.
"How on earth did you do that?" Carson whispered in her ear.
"Universal key. It can open any door, any where," Lynx answered as she crept into the room. Carson followed closely.
"Yes, yes it's all good," A man's voice said. He appeared to be talking on a cell phone. "Yes, and order a dozen roses from the florist. Yes, they're Eileen's favorite,"
Lynx and Carson stood up as they crept down the short hall that separated the bathroom from the living area of the suite. They quietly removed the handguns they'd stored in the pockets of their cargo pants. They turned the corner and stood facing the army general. The tall man turned around and a look of shock and horror filled his face as he stared at the two black figures.
"General Watson, surprised to see us?" Carson asked mockingly.
"You have something we want. Something invaluable to us," Lynx said in a monotone. She slowly walked toward him; he backed up. "My Master wants the Rembaldi chip, and I must have it,"
* * *
The scene twenty minutes later was totally different. Carson was kneeling on the bed in the room; the general was under him. Carson's arms flexed as he choked the man to death.
"I will repeat," Lynx was unpulsed with the man's gasps and pleading, "tell me where the chip is,"
"Never," the man choked out, "I will never betray my country,"
"Then Eileen will suffer, General," Lynx leaned over, her hair slightly brushing Carson head. "We heard you order flowers for her. You must really love her. You don't want her to suffer do you?"
The big man began to sob now as he shook his head, "My watch, it's in the face of my watch," Lynx stooped over and retrieved the band. She took the glass face off and removed the tiny chip from its niche over the gears. She undid the safety of her gun as Carson stood up and took the chip and put it in a hidden strip of his boxers that showed a bit from under his pants. "Thanks, it was nice doing business with you," And with that, Lynx shot him in the head. "Let's go," she told Carson.
"Hey, you're brilliant," Carson caught her arm as she turned to go.
"It's just a job," Lynx looked at him. "Please, release me,"
"Why?" Carson slowly was coming closer.
"Because small spaces make me uncomfortable," Lynx tried to twist out of his iron-like grip. "And I'm a little uncomfortable right now,"
"Don't be," Carson pulled her closer and kissed her on the lips for real this time.
"Playboy, we can't," Lynx said his call sign as he went down for her neck. "My Master will kill me,"
"No, he won't" Carson pecked her lips. "I won't let him, because you're just like me," He kissed her neck again and again.
"What do you mean?" Lynx didn't care anymore.
"I can't remember my previous life either," Carson whispered in her ear.
From behind them, they heard a gun click. "Drop the weapon," ordered a female voice. They turned around and saw a tall, brunette woman about three meters away. She looked mad. "Drop your weapon and put your hands behind your head," she ordered.
"Make me," Lynx threw down her weapon, right at the strange woman. The woman ducked, and Lynx and Carson split and flanked her now from both sides.
"In the name of the United States, I herby-" Sydney Bristow began.
"Go to hell," Carson twisted his lithe body and aimed a kick at the agent's head. The agent ducked and promptly kicked the young man in the stomach. Carson went down with a groan.
"Hey!" Lynx called. "Pick on someone your own size!"
"Kitty Kat, no!" Carson groaned from the floor, but Lynx didn't listen. She was already locked in a vicious battle with the CIA agent.
Sydney blocked a few of her punches, and the girl blocked Sydney's savage kicks and chops. They were very equally matched. Eventually, Lynx had backed Sydney into a corner and pushed the sole of her boot into Sydney's neck. Lynx stared at her gasping victim, perplexed by what she saw. There was something subtly familiar about the woman, but Lynx couldn't find it. "Good bye, and good night," Lynx said as she kicked Sydney across the face. The woman fell down the wall, and rested unconscious on the floor.
"Let's go," Carson said huskily as he led Lynx out of the room while holding his bruised stomach.
They raced down the hall to their room and locked the door. "She'd never suspect us of staying in the same hotel," Carson said as he paced the room, "let alone know what room we're in,"
"Yes, we'll simply wait until tomorrow morning to leave," Lynx was trying to figure out how she was going to get the chip out of Carson's pants and into the case Sark had given her to put on her collar necklace.
"Ah," Carson's face fell as he grasped his abdomen and fell on the bed.
"Carson, what's wrong?" Lynx rushed over just as Carson took his hands and cracked his ribs.
"Just popped out of place when that bitch kicked me," Carson leaned back and closed his eyes.
Lynx suddenly had an idea. She knew her Master wouldn't like it, but he said he didn't care how she got the chip. It would be a big step, but she'd complete her mission to the best of her ability; the very best. Lynx slowly lay down next to a still cringing Carson, "Are you alright?"
"Yeah, I'll be fine soon enough," Carson still had his eyes shut. "Hey, Lynx, about what I said earlier, about my memory-"
"We'll talk about that later," Lynx leaned over and kissed him lightly on the lips.
Carson opened his eyes and smiled slightly, "What are you doing?"
"We're supposed to be on honeymoon, aren't we?"
"Yeah . . ."
"So let's act like it," Lynx said as she turned off the light.
* * *
The sunlight lit up the bedroom early the next morning. Lynx stirred in her sleep and yawned slightly. She moved very little under the weight of Carson's arm as she rummaged around on the floor and finally found what she was looking for: his boxers. She'd felt the chip in the elastic band the night before. She slowly slipped them on, careful not to wake-up Carson with her movements. Lynx inched out from under Carson's arm and tumbled out of the bed. She was ready to leave within five minutes. "You're great, even cute," Lynx told Carson's sleeping form. "Thanks for last night. It was a real pleasure to work with you," She turned to go and walked out of the room without another sound.
"You too," Carson mumbled, and then turned over smiling in his sleep.
* * *
Location- Wales, England
Lynx threw the pair of boxers onto Sark's desk. The old keep never looked so good, she decided. Man, I'm glad to be back. "What on God's green earth are you doing with my underwear?" He asked her with a shocked voice as he held them up.
"Those are Carson's," Lynx sat down on Sark's desk. "And thanks for the mental picture."
"That is repulsive!" Sark threw them at her.
"Relax, Master. The chip's in the elastic," Lynx found the secret opening and took out the small computer chip. She handed it to her Master with a smile.
"How did you do this?" Sark asked as he fitted the chip into a disk, preparing to bring up the files on his computer.
"Trust me, you don't want to know,"
"I have someone special who wants to meet you," Sark said.
Lynx was perplexed, "Who? Another associate?"
"No," came a calm, low voice from behind her. "Me," Arven Sloane stepped out from the maiden's portrait. He wore a light grey suit and a slight smile on his face. "Hello, you must be Lynx. I'm Arven Sloane, and it's very nice to meet you,"
"The, the pleasure's all mine?" Lynx looked at her master, then at Sloane. "Um, pardon my rudeness, but what are you doing here?"
Sloane half chuckled, "I'm here to make you a full operative, of course,"
* * *
"I'm sorry, Michael. I just was out numbered," Sydney's shoulder's slumped. "I failed,"
"Syd, it will be alright," Vaughn comforted her as they walked into the office together.
"But the chip was of high importance! And I lost it to a couple of petty thieves!" She was almost crying; Sydney did not take defeat well.
"Agent Bristow!" Marcia ran up. "The director and your father want to speak to you in private right away!"
"Great, now I'm in trouble," Sydney mumbled.
Vaughn tried to cheer her up, "Hey, what's he going to do, ground you?"
Twenty minutes later, Sydney sat in a single chair facing Dixon and Jack. They were questioning her on her recent mission, especially about her two opponents.
"What did the woman look like?" Dixon questioned.
Sydney took a deep breath, "She was more like a girl than a woman. Very young, maybe eighteen or nineteen. She had short brown hair, green eyes, and she was as tall as me. She was a bit muscular and skinny,"
Jack stepped in, "Did she or the man give you their names?"
"No, they never said their real names. They used their call signs,"
Dixon typed a bit n his computer before asking, "What were they?"
Sydney thought back, "The girl's name was 'Kitty Kat'. The man's was "Playboy' like the magazine,"
"Describe the man again for us," Jack crossed his arms.
"He had black hair, and I think his eyes were either blue or gray. He was very tall and seemed to be about twenty. His body type was kind of like Michael's. I can't remember much else," Sydney shook her head in disgust.
"Thanks, that's all we'll need," Jack smiled at his daughter as she left Dixon's office.
"Jack, it sounds like those people were who you thought they were," Dixon said as Jack made to leave the room.
Jack turned around slightly, "Do me a favor, don't tell Vaughn about them. It would just bring up too much,"
Dixon creased his eyebrows, "Like what?"
Jack shook his head, "Just a little investigation he did back in July,"
* * *
"I don't care, it still hurts! Why on earth did I have to get this thing anyway?" Lynx looked down at the small black burn on her right hip: the symbol of Rembaldi. Sloane had burned it into her side, and now he was nonchalantly moving about the room, looking at Sark's private library.
Sark applied some salve to the still flaming burn mark, "It's a sort of initiation. I have one, so does Irina and Sloane. You're on the same level as me now, and, since you're still so young, you should be very honored and proud. You'll have access to more contacts and associates now. You might even be allowed one of your own."
"But, I have no one to serve now," Lynx dropped her eyes to the floor. "I have no purpose,"
"Of course you do. You serve Sloane, and that's what should really matter,"
"But, what about you? Who will serve and protect you?"
"I'll have a guard take up your position. You'll still continue to live here, if you desire of course. If not, Sloane said he'd provide you with your own estate. He has a nice Tuscan villa he hasn't used in almost a year," Sark nodded to the man as he looked through Sark's books. He taped a wad of gauze over the burn. "Think of it this way, you won't have to stay up all night anymore listening to me snore,"
"Whatever, Master," Lynx went for the portrait of the maiden, wanting to get back to her own room.
"You don't have to call me that anymore, you know," Sark called.
"No, but I want to," Lynx ducked as she went down the dank passage into the dark.
"She doesn't seem happy, does she?" Sark asked as he sat down behind his desk.
"I think she liked having a definite purpose. Now, she just has to sit around and wait for orders," Sloane shrugged.
"I don't think she wanted to be a full operative," Sark glanced at Sloane. "Why did you do it?"
"You know just as well as I do,"
"I know what?"
Sloane looked in the bright flames burning in the fireplace in back of Sark's desk, "That she's the Chosen One,"
AUTHOR'S NOTE- La la la lah! Chap 4 is done! Yeah! I know I didn't have Vaughn investigation in here, but I'm saving that for further on. Next chapter- find out what was on the Rembaldi chip. Sark and Lynx go on their first mission together. Carson comes back for his underwear . . .and Lynx. Sydney and her crew aren't featured much.
Character Bio- Lynx
Name: Lynx
Call Sign: Kitty Kat
Birthday: December 13, 1985
Age: 17
Height: 5'8"
Weight: 130 lb.
Eye: Green
Hair: Brown and shoulder length
Blood Type: B+
Characteristics: Tattoo of Rembaldi sign on her right hip, double jointed, berserker blood
Parents: Unknown
Special Skills: Stealth, numerous martial arts, theatre arts, death artist, musician, high intelligence
Education: Unknown
Personal Connections: Sark; Derevko, Irina; Sloane, Arven; Holloway, Carson
Personality- suffers from amnesia. Strives for purpose and service to a superior. Likes to sing and will occasionally play a guitar if she wants to (hobby). Loves to serve her masters Sark and Sloane. Is very intelligent and strong for a girl her age. Tries to stay a professional lady, but has trouble with it sometimes when her emotions interfere. Can't control her actions or emotions when she gets angry, hence her unique killing style.
Note- each chapter would equal about two episodes.
Buh Bye!
Tsuri