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Chapter 7~ Codename: Moth

***Sydney's POV***

****Flashback is still going on****

Sydney sat back in the seat while Lauren laughed at her situation. At first she had thought Dixon was kidding, but he wasn't. Pilar didn't look too happy about the situation either. Well, as long as we stay in

The public, then we will not have to do anything. The problem is that we wont stay in public for very long. She hated thinking about the more than usual perverted mission, but it was the only thing that kept her from thinking about Sark. She needed a clear mind in this mission. This might make or break their chance to take down the Covenant. If they found out that the CIA and others were just about ready to take them down, then who knows what would happen. Her attention turned towards the bathroom door as she heard it close and Pilar come out of it. Sydney got up and went in to get ready.

They had landed more abruptly than Sydney expected, but she didn't show it. Once in the bathroom they each changed into casual clothes and left the airport in different taxis. Heading to different places they changed into outfits that ranged from being a look-a-like for a hooker to a beautiful evening gown. Vaughn and Weiss both wore suits although they seemed to be a mix also with a tuxedo. Sydney's taxi (driven by a CIA agent) pulled up to a limo and Sydney got out. Opening the door and getting in the limo, Sydney wasn't surprised at who she saw inside.

***end flashback*** (A/N: I am so evil)

***Sark's POV***

He let his collaborator stick her tongue down his throat while he tried to roll his eyes in boredom. (Lol, that would look so weird.) He heard Lauren scoff behind them as he wrapped his arms around the woman.

***Lauren's POV***

She turned her eyes away from the couple in disgust. What does he see in her anyway? She turned her attention on Sydney as she strolled in with a woman hanging on her arm. Bristow? Gay? Bi? No way!

***Sydney's POV***

Pilar had been waiting in the limo when Sydney got in it. Sydney smiled as she walked up to Sark (with a little help form the woman linking arms with her.)

"Hey Antonio, off with another one of your floozies, are you? What's this one's bedtime? 8? 10? 9:30?" She asked him falling into character. She smirked, and turned to introduce them. "Honey, this is Carmen. Carmen, this is Antonio, and his floozies." Pilar smiled.

"Ahh, yes, Kendra. This is my date, Stacey," he introduced, his complete attention on Sydney. "Stacey, Kendra is a friend of mine ,and this is her lover Carmen."

Sydney struggled to remain composure as she counted the seconds go by.

"Ohhh lesbians," the young woman squealed. "Or are you bi? Oh well, can I see you two kiss? Please?"

Sydney was thinking of something to say when a voice came from behind her.

"You must be Miss Mortenson, no?" the voice asked.

"Yes," Sydney answered relieved. "I am Mr. Slockhorin, and you are here for a position. Tell your friend to follow me please. And call me Riley" He ordered her and walked away. Sydney and Pilar followed behind him. Mr. Slockhorin was wearing a suit and was practically Kendal bald.

"Hey, Mr. Slockhorin, err, Riley, I was just wondering what the mascot for the Tampa Bay B-" Sydney stopped herself, and finished. "Was. Do you happen to know?" Sydney asked loping an arm around his. "I mean surely a big, strong man, like yourself would know."

"Of course I do. I believe it's the Buccaneers." He told her.

"Really? So then.. What would be the one person form on that? You know for one person?" Pilar asked.

"you mean the singular? It would be Buccaneer." Riley answered unsuspecting.

"So, where is your office?" Sydney asked. "Is it big?"

"Like certain other things?" Pilar picked up her eyes scanning down his pants. Riley smiled and led them into his office. Taking a seat Sydney eyed a piece of paper.

"Ooo, look a crossword puzzle! I love these! Hey… what's a 9 letter word for ruler?" Sydney asked crossing her legs slowly capturing his attention.

"uhh, Sovereign." He told her. "So, what's your position?" He asked her.

This job is so degrading. Sydney thought before answering and smiling lustfully. "Anyway you like it."

***Sark's POV***

He wrapped an arm around his partner's shoulders as they walked around looking for the "bathroom." Eyeing the same hallway that Sydney had went down, Lauren eyed back at the party and mouthed to Sark that it was clear. They silently made their way, dodging windows and doorways.

***Sydney's POV***

Riley's face suddenly hardened up in realization. "Miss Mortenson, we are here for an interview, not for some kinda of verbal lap dance." he yelled. "Well, unless I know how far you're willing to go for this job."

Sydney's insides were cringing, but Dixon's words kept coming back to laugh in her face. "If you do this mission, besides when we take down the Covenant you will never have to go on another mission ever again." Walking up to Pilar she stuck her tongue down her throat while the bastard (Riley, not Pilar) grinned in satisfaction.

"So, Mr. Riley." Sydney said "I think the only question besides when do I start, would be, are you a gentleman or not?"

He smiled. "Then, no, I guess I am not a gentleman. So you gonna do a lap dance for me now?" he asked pushing himself away form the desk he sat behind, waiting expectantly. Sydney's face morphed into a blank expression.

"I can't have myself working for someone who is so easily persuaded as you are." She notified him, eying Sark, Lauren and "Stacey" walking back towards the party .

"you should be ashamed of yourself." she chastised before sending a blow to his head. He fell down on the first hit and she went to kick him, when he kicked them legs out from under her. He jumped on top of Sydney to strangle her when Pilar threw him off the agent. Banging his head into the wall she threw him to Sydney who banged his head against the desk. He attempted to reach for something into his pocket when Sydney kicked (supposed to be kneed but don't know how to spell it) him in his groin. He fell to the ground supposedly unconscious. Sydney went to go check him and when she did he pulled a gun on her which she easily kicked away. Pilar didn't seem to be giving her any backup so she focused on him alone. Flipping her self off the ground she gave him a spin kick. Sydney gasped for breath as she felt someone come from behind her and strangle her. She could only turn her head enough to see Pilar struggling to breka free from the grasp of her captor.

Riley sneered at Sydney. "Say goodnight, agent Bristow." He told her coking his gun and aiming it at her. Pilar was still trying to either scratch, bite her captor, or kick him in the balls.

The door opened abruptly and in it's doorway stood Sark (^_^) wielding a gun. He muttered only, "Goodnight." and shot the old guy. The person holding Sydney gasped and loosened their grip on her. Catching a brief breath Sydney used the newly given room and used the table to flip her backwards behind her captor. Punching him the middle of his back he crumbled in pain. Grabbing him by his shirt Sydney rammed him into a drawer and a wall, knocking him unconscious. Pilar took only a few seconds more took knock out her captor before staring at her.

She stared wide eyes at Sark, her savior, their savior.

"You ready to go?" he asked more to Sydney than to Pilar.

"Hold on." Sydney ordered him and whipped out a phone to take the picture of Slockhorin's hand. Fishing around in his pocket, Sydney pulled out a care and hurried out of the room.

"So, who are the new girls?" Sydney asked walking back to the party.

"New recruits." he answered.

Pilar looked uncomfortable and crossed her arms.

"This mission was so perverted." Pilar complained almost at the beginning on the hallway now.

"Well, at least it could have been worse you could have had to kiss each other." Sark joked. Sydney and Pilar exchanged knowing glances. Sark just smirked. "What's her name?" Sark mouthed to Sydney.

"Pilar." She mouthed back.

"Uh, Pilar, can you give us a second, I gotta talk to Sydney." Sark told her.

"Sure." Pilar answered walking back to the party.

"Should we tell them?" Sydney asked.

"I think we should come clean." Sark insisted.

"But the CIA doesn't have to know about it. Look, right now that would complicate things." Sydney explained. Sark sighed and nodded in agreement.

***Pilar's POV***

She stood pressed against the wall and hurried quickly into the party.

***Sark's POV***

"Look, Sark about what happened. I'm sorry, that was selfish of me. I, I never meant to hurt you and I never initiated that kiss. I did, at that point have lingering feelings for him. But I don't anymore. I still think that you should have let me explain. I-" Sydney started before Sark silenced her with a forgiving kiss.

"I know, I was just, sad, angry. But, still, how are we gonna do this? How are we gonna make us work? This can't work without consequences?" Sark asked her looking into her eyes.

"I don't know, but we'll figure it out." Sydney insisted.

"Sleep on it, because they have to dissect and absorb the new information. Make sure you sleep well, because tomorrow, we're gonna take down the Covenant." he whispered. She just smiled and turned to walk away.

"Hey Sydney-" he said grabbing her arm and spinning her around.

"Yeah?" she asked.

"I love you, baby." He told her warping his arms around her.

"I love you, too." she answered, the sound muffled in his hair.

***Pilar's POV***

Pilar turned on her Com. Link connected with Ops Center.

"Hello? Home Base, (that's her codename for them) this is Penguin and I'd like to report moth." she whispered in a corner.

"A Mole?" the other end asked. "Who?"

"Mountaineer." she answered looking back at the now dimly lit hallway.

A/N: If you don't know who mountaineer is, then you have some issues. I used moth because it was close to the word mole. Review, review, review and find out what happens next. Please? *holds out plate of cookies*