Little Child Lost
Chapter Six
Silence
Sark slammed the car door, his attitude resembling a two-year-old who was just told he couldn't have a cookie. Sydney had withdrawn into herself and they hadn't even left Irina's property. Sark was speechless for once in his life. He wasn't sure how to react to the news Irina had provided. He started the engine and waited for it to warm. He doubted the engine would be able to head up with the frigid atmosphere reflecting in the car. Sydney was wringing her hands nervously, as if she was positive he would pull out one of the Glocks from the backseat and shoot her. Sark didn't know if he should talk to her or completely ignore her.
"Sydney…"
She stiffened at his voice.
"You knew about Julia Thorne's little meeting with my father, didn't you?"
Sydney hesitated, not sure what the right answer would be.
"Yes." There was no use lying to Sark now.
"You didn't feel the need to share that with me that you already knew about Julia Thorne and that you murdered my father."
"I didn't know Andrian Lazarey was your father at first."
"I have been completely honest with you since we ran away from the CIA and The Covenant. You couldn't show me the same courtesy?" He kept his voice steady, which almost magnified his anger.
"Well, what did you want me to say? Oh, Sark, by the way, I killed your father 8 months ago."
"It would have been a start. Better than letting Irina Derevko throw it at me. I wasn't expecting it. Irina had the upper hand for a minute. Bloody Hell, Sydney, you could have shown me a little respect, even if you don't really have any for me."
"Well, I didn't know about your relationship with Lazarey. I didn't even know my relationship with Lazarey."
Sark pulled out, his hands gripping the steering wheel. He stared straight ahead, still feeling surprisingly unstrung. He sped up, going at least fifteen miles over the speed limit. He felt like flying down the road. The sooner he got away from Irina, the better. He hated Sydney at the moment. She'd killed his father, a man he'd hardly had the chance to know and she hadn't had the decency to even mention it to him.
"Sark. I am sorry I murdered him."
Was he supposed to reassure her now? 'Oh, Sydney, it's okay. It's not a big deal.' Not likely. But a little voice in his head said to him mockingly, "You've done much worse to her. You killed one of her best friends and put in a clone, you kidnapped and tortured her other best friend, and teamed up with Arvin Sloane to make her life a living Hell. How did he have any right to be angry?" Now he was having a debate, passion and reason were battling. Unfortunately, reason was winning out. He decided to say something in the neutral territory.
"You didn't know what you were doing, necessarily. I won't kill you over it until we find out more about what happened to you. Now I really do not feel like discussing it any farther, so let's not talk at all."
Sydney nodded solemnly, for once not arguing with him. She sunk down into the seat, remaining silent. She stared at the passing trees and waited impatiently for their arrival at the airport.
Jack pulled Weiss into a conference room when he passed by. Weiss jumped in surprise from the motion and prepared to fight. Lucky for him, Jack was the one standing there.
"I found out through my sources that Sydney and Sark are heading to Kosovo. I intend to meet them there. I'd like to have some back-up and I think that you might work out. You think that Sydney had reason to run off with Sark, so you won't report my intel to the others."
"What about Vaughn? Or Marshall?"
"Marshall is hardly dependable for back-up in battle and Vaughn is concerned about that NSC wife of his. He'd tell Miss Reed in an instant."
"You underestimate Vaughn's dedication to Sydney."
"Maybe what it was two years ago. Not now. Perhaps I overestimated your dedication to my daughter."
Jack's face remained stoic, as if it didn't matter to him if Weiss helped or not.
"No. I'll help. I was just suggesting some others who may be willing."
"I see. I plan to leave in two hours. Be at the airport."
Weiss nodded, feeling only slightly torn. What was it about Sydney Bristow that made agents around the world break the rules for her?