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PART FOURTEEN
She felt like she was running in slow motion. No matter how far she ran, she wasn't getting any closer. Sydney closed her eyes - blocking out the gunfire around her - calling out to Sark in her mind, begging him to stand, to fight, not to give up.
Sark lay dying. He could feel his life slip out with every drop of blood that fell onto that brilliant white floor. He heard her voice calling him through the whiteness.
He wasn't afraid of dying, but he was afraid of her losing her. So he climbed to his feet, almost unthinkingly, and grappled for a bloodied scalpel on the tray.
He stood at the door, his body swaying, and called out. He didn't know what he was yelling - he didn't much care, but he needed to let her know where he was - he needed her to find him.
***
Moore heard the chopper approaching and smiled. So it had come to this. She pulled a gun from it's holster around her thigh and stood up slowly. She knew this was it. Both of them couldn't walk out of this one - and she sure as hell wasn't going to let Sark be the last one left standing.
The chopper circled the base, its guns shooting anything and everything, Marshall's slightly unsteady hands ushering it from side to side.
"Where the hell are our defenses? Where are our surface to airs?" Moore screamed at a soldier as she entered the mayhem.
"They're, they're not online ma'am. We've got technicians working to restore them as we speak."
She squinted up at the helicopter, before grabbing the soldier by the collar forcefully.
"That thing's got more guns than the French armory and is rigged with enough explosives to take out this entire base."
"What does this mean?" The soldier looked at her, waiting instruction.
"It means tell the technicians to put down their computers and pick up their guns, this is a war I do not think we can win..."
The soldier swallowed and nodded.
"Whatever happens - " Moore's eyes were steady as she looked at him. "- don't retreat - keep shooting that damn thing until it goes down - and preferably not over HQ, wherever it goes down it will go down with a bang!"
He saluted her and she nodded before running to where Sark was held.
***
Sydney pushed the door open and her mind blanked at the sight of him. She was stunned and all that managed to escape from her through her exhaustion was a muffled statement.
"You're bleeding..."
"Yeah, bullets and torture will do that to you..."
They stood for only a moment longer before she pulled him out of the room.
Vaughn and Weiss nodded at Sark, who struggled to keep up with Sydney's pace.
Sark stumbled as they ran, Weiss pulling an arm over his shoulder to steady him.
"We've got to get clear of these buildings!" Sydney yelled over the sound of gunfire.
"I know!" Weiss yelled back, "I don't know how long Marshall can keep that chopper in the air!"
As if in answer to some pre-written cue Marshall's voice crackled over the radios. "I'm taking serious fire here, she's gonna go down soon!"
"We're almost out Marshall, just a few more minutes!" Sydney's voice was desperate.
"We've got to get Tarra out too!" Vaughn half dragged Sark as well.
"There's not enough time" Sydney was breathless.
"Syd, she's not one of the bad guys..."
Sydney looked down at Sark's blood-encrusted body. "Really?"
"Where are we going?" Sark's voice was weak but his eyes shone.
"To the river, we have an alternate means of transportation awaiting our arrival..." Weiss looked to Syd, shaking his head at Sark's condition.
Don't worry, I'll make it... I mean, I'm practically indestructible, although this whole 'working for the powers of good' has really lessened my abilities as an agent. I mean, what am I now? A bullet magnet?
Sark tried to quell Sydney's unspoken fear, but it bubbled inside of her.
Please don't let him die...
I heard that...
"She's going down!" Marshall yelled over the coms, and just as Vaughn, Weiss, Sydney and Sark exited the main quad they saw a trail of black smoke spewing from the helicopter.
Covenant soldiers dropped their weapons and ran toward the forestry - running for their lives.
The helicopter spun uncontrollably, Marshall struggled to maintain control.
"We're clear Marshall! We're clear!" Vaughn shouted as the group reached the safety of the treeline and the chopper plummeted to the ground, fire rising from it's demise and licking at the Covenant buildings, smoke burning Sydney's lungs as she drew long, exhausted breaths.
Sark leaned against a tree and smiled, watching as the explosion tore through the buildings, the entire scene playing out silently as the only thing he heard was Sydney's voice in his head...
We made it, we made it...
***
The fire was reflected in Moore's incandescent eyes. She watched it burn. She was free now - free of the covenant. Surely they would presume her dead.
She smiled an lit a cigarette casually. But she wasn't free of him. She saw her soldiers regrouping near the treeline. This wasn't over, not by a long shot.
***
A light rain had gathered and, combined with the smoke from extinguishing and burning fires, provided them some cover from the soldiers they could here combing the forestry - searching for them.
"It's not long until sunrise... Marshall we need you to find us a way to that river soon..." Vaughn rubbed a hand through his hair.
Marshall's voice crackled over coms. "I'm working on it, but satellite imagery shows at least a unit of Covenant soldiers right smack bang between you and your destination. You'll just have to wait until they move..."
"We don't have time..." Sydney stated the obvious.
Vaughn furrowed his brow, thinking. "We need a plan..."
"Seeing as I am the evil espionage agent, I think I should come up with the cunning plan…" Sark looked to Sydney for support.
"I'm doing just fine" Vaughn was defensive.
"Please, you're CIA, you're idea of a cunning plan is 'everyone on the count of three'"
Vaughn rolled his eyes.
"Perhaps a diversion. We know that Sark is the one they want - we can draw their attention with him... It'll be fine."
"No it won't be!" Sark was almost incredulous. They would come this far to rescue him only to let him be killed as they escaped.
"It'll work..." Vaughn was decisive.
"Yer, but I am the one who will get my ass shot up…"
"If you don't shut up, you'll be wearing your ass as a hat…" Vaughn narrowed his eyes as Sark rolled his.
"I apologize. Following your assertion of male dominance, I withdraw my previous inappropriate statement."
"Just cut it out, the both of you..." Weiss looked to Sark. "Vaughn's not a bad guy, just because he's CIA... Look, you can't judge a book by it's cover alright..."
Sark sighed. "And you can't confuse Vaughn with a book... for one thing, a book has a spine..."
"Alright that's it!" Sydney almost yelled, before she whispered again so as to not give away their position. "All of you be quiet... I've got a plan that will hopefully involve no-one getting shot..."
"What is it?" Vaughn looked at her questioningly.
Sark nodded knowingly as their thoughts merged, and both Sark and Sydney spoke in unison.
"The trees..."
