Title: Escape
Rating: At the moment we shall stick with a PG, but it might get up to a PG- 13, who knows
Summary: Vaughn and Sydney have been captured by Cuvee and Jack and Irina must race to save them
Notes: Yes, another one, I'm a bit stuck with the other two, so I figured do something else. This started with a song, I won't name it, but then I figured I should make it into a proper fic, so now I want reviews if you want more. : Be impressed, be very impressed, I hope you like it and keep reading and reviewing cause that's why I'm writing so much so fast!
Author: Aeria, Doona, Aeryn depending.
Chapter Six
The café's name is Café Toboka, an exotic name but it means nothing to me or Jack, I don't think as he is looking up and down the street, a sower look still on his face. Taking my glasses off, I follow Sark in and find myself in a small room with perhaps twelve tables, each with a dark red table cloth, a small vase of dead flowers and varying numbers of sets of knives, forks and spoons accompanied by a rotting wooden chair.
Sark moves over to where a petite little Malaysian woman is standing near a door. Whispering something in her ear, I'm once again shocked at how easily Sark manages to charm the ladies. She grins and laughs, looking from me to where Jack in standing in the door way.
No one else is in here, just the three of us and the woman and possibly a few chefs getting ready for the breakfast crowd out the back. And as Sark continues to whisper things, none of which I really want to know about in her ear, I look around more carefully, keeping an eye on Jack the whole time. There are no windows, but the front of the shop is all glass, slim cream blinds are pulled back to the side allowing anyone to look in as they walk up or down the street. The walls are a peach colour which is mixing with the red tables and carpet to make me sick. There are two doors leading out, one that I believe to be heading to the kitchen and another for the toilets.
There are lights everywhere, all turned off as the early sun shines in, and two fans hanging from the roof due to the hot weather that is so common here in the tropics, the kind of weather I love. Sark finishes his little whispered speech and the woman giggles, again looking at me. She calms down and nods to Sark. Disappearing into the kitchens, she returns after perhaps thirty seconds and locks the front door, locking us all in and arousing a look of suspicion from Jack. I, on the other hand, completely trust Sark. The woman unhooks the blinds, making sure no one can see in and turns some of the lights and both fans on. She smiles at Sark who just winks seductively and watches her back as she leaves, returning to the kitchens.
Turning, he grins spreading his arms, "Pick a table."
Jack is still watching us with growing dislike from near the door. I look at him, slightly upset that he would put getting mad at me before rescuing Sydney. I shake my head, knowing this isn't the time nor place to start an argument. Moving, I choose the large round table in the middle and move to sit down, still beaming at me, Sark pulls my chair out and I take a seat, smiling at him as he continues to play.
Disappearing outside, he leaves Jack and me alone. Jack wanders over to the table and sits down directly opposite me. He glares at me, leaning back in his seat and with his arms crossed over his chest. Rolling my eyes, I try to reassure him, "Relax, it'll all go off without a hitch." He just continues to glare at me, leaning forward a little and moving the vase, salt and pepper out of the way so that we can see each other.
Still his face is steely hard, not a flicker of emotion or warmth just a cold stare. I sigh and look down, hoping my show of submission will dim his anger. He suddenly speaks, "Why have you agreed to go back to the cell? Even if you aren't planning on returning you wouldn't have to lie, you're the one in control."
Seeing what he means, my passion flashes as I realise how horrible Jack really thinks I am, "It's simple, I am going back to that cell." Jack smirks, nothing like a smile, just a disdain filled smirk; his lips twitching up for a moment before returning to their standard frown. "It's true, because, unlike you, I put Sydney's life before everything else."
Jack just glares at me, a small pin prick of confusion clouding his vision. I elaborate, "If I had to choose between escaping and rescuing Sydney, I'd choose to save my daughter."
Stupidly, he just remarks, his voice now passionate and with a little life in it, "You're lying." It's a stupid thing to say and automatically my face turns until I'm looking at him as though he were a young child who had just contradicted himself for the tenth time. My mouth opens a little, the millions of come backs fighting to come out first, my eyes move until they have a look of disbelief, my eyebrows high and my forehead furrowed.
"Then why the hell am I here?" Jack's eyes flicker for a moment, realising that if I truly wanted to escape without care for Sydney of Agent Vaughn I would have killed him and left by now.
Of course, a few seconds later his face returns to looking at me with anger and rage piled up and he spits out, "You're sadistic, I've always known that, you want to see how much more damage you can do."
I roll my eyes to hide the pain and am about to say something else when Sark walks back through the front door, a large black folio at his side and his head cocked as he blatantly shows that he knows he has interrupted something. Frowning, I look at him, telling him with my eyes to get on with it.
He just grins again and for a second I imagine wiping the smug look from his face, some times his charm turns to annoyance and I wonder why I put up with him. Still, I would never just leave him, fair is fair and he trusts me so I trust him. I smile as he sits down and claps his hands loudly, neither I nor Jack flinching at the sudden bang.
The girl rushes out, her long hair having been brushed since we last saw her and a little make up around her eyes, I cough to cover a laugh. She glares at me, obviously seeing me as competition and goes straight to Sark. Leaning over him, Sark whispers again in her ear, she giggles and is gone.
My curiosity finally wins out and I ask him, "What have you been saying to her?"
Sark, looks up from where he is pulling papers out of the folio onto the table and looks startled for a second. "Just the usual, that I am a James Bond," he pours more and more British into each word and I want to shudder and laugh at the same time, but I don't, "That I need the space because I am trying to save the world." I look at him disbelievingly. "And then I slipped her the equivalent to a thousand American dollars and she agreed to do what ever I asked."
He grins at me and goes back to pulling large sheets of paper out of the black folio. I smile at him and ask him further, "So you're James Bond and we are?"
He grins his eyes flashing with mischief, "My recently divorced, squabbling parents." He looks up quickly at Jack before continuing with an air of indifference and snobbishness. "She's very pretty, but very gullible, I don't see any resemblance to either of you."
Jack turns his glare from me to Sark and I relax a little out of his line of view. The cover is stupid and won't hold if the girl is questioned, but still, this will, I hope, all be over by the end of the day and Vaughn, Jack, Sydney and I will all be on a plane back to LA where I will be thrown into my cell, Jack will probably be arrested for breaking me out and Vaughn and Sydney, without further ado, will, I hope, get married and get my some grandchildren.
I grin at the thought but cover it with a hand as Jack's eyes move back up to meet mine, his glare slightly different now, softer and more like scrutiny and deliberation than flat out hatred, of course, in an hours time, it will probably be back to hatred, but for the moment I relish the thought that he might not hate me right now.
A half hour later, Sark is still pointing out points of entry and escape on the blueprints of the third and second story of the building while Jack has decided to put his dislikes behind him and concentrate on the mission at hand. Smiling, I point out a door that appears to lead no where and ask, "Where does this one go?"
Sark looks at it and flips through the blue prints of the other stories, he shrugs and looks at some papers he has on his lap, no room remaining on the table. "Oh, hang on," he reads a little more and nods answering, "We seem to think that that particular door goes into a lab that Cuvee was developing for the flower."
I grin, the memories of India flooding back and risk commenting, "Which he will no longer be using, thanks to us." I emphasise the word and hope it affects Jack in some way. On the outside his eyes remain on the papers, his mind working to memorise them.
Eventually, after we are all sure we know the place like the back of our hands; Sark begins to detail the mission he has planned out. "Okay, so we get in, go straight to the second floor." He waits for me to interrupt, knowing that I'll ask how he plans on getting us in.
Obviously very pleased with himself, he held his breath and I eventually asked, not prepared to waist time playing games with him, "How do we get in?"
"Ah, that's the fun bit," I have a brief vision of Sark looming over the world laughing like a maniac and rubbing his hands together, but don't let him see what I'm thinking. "You are the incredibly rich, incredibly satiable Miss Rouge," I laugh at the name, "Just do what you usually do, apparently Cuvee is too embarrassed to tell anyone, including the receptionists that you, the woman who visited him so many times is no longer welcome."
I'm slightly shocked that Cuvee would be so careless and ask him, "Are you sure?" He nods, grinning still, "So I just walk in and say he will be expecting me?" He nods again, "You're sure it's that simple?"
He raises his eyebrows are shrugs, "You will be escorted to the elevator and left there, instead of pressing two, press three and you'll be on the right level in seconds." He pauses, looking at Jack, still not sure where he stands before continuing, "We'll be there as you usual henchmen."
I nod, carefully pondering the situation, it seems too easy. "What about security?" I see Jack nod out of the corner of my eye and automatically my head whips around to face him, he looks down, realising that he's just agreed with my question. I smile softly and turn back to Sark, waiting for an answer.
"Tough," he explains and getting out the blueprint of level three, he starts pointing out the positions. "Your daughter could be in any of these rooms, most likely, one of these," he points to two rooms on opposite sides of the building and to several more scattered about. "There's no way of knowing unless we go and check manually." I nod, noticing this is the hard part. "There will probably be just fewer than thirty men on the floor and another ninety scattered above and below. I know for a fact that most of them will be patrolling this hallway," he points out an area we shouldn't need to go near and I breathe a sigh of relief. "Another ten will concentrate on the area around here, it's the labs and Cuvee has become more and more paranoid lately. He told me himself."
Sark grins and I nod, waiting for him to continue, "I don't know how bad it will be nearer to Sydney, there's no way of telling, but I wouldn't expect too many as Cuvee thinks that you're in America and unable to attend." He smiles, showing he knows something I don't, but I leave it. "Other than that, it's just if any guard gets a call out that we're there, we'll have a lot of trouble." I nod, happy with the situation, knowing it could be worse.
I look at Jack, his face has become serious as he realises how bad this is and I state, "So, it's about speed and getting out." I look to Sark and he quickly points out our means of escape.
"Here, through the ducts and then off the third story wall, here, straight out this window, or this one and down, or up and off the roof." I nod, turning my head so I have a better view of the papers."
Sark raises his eyebrows and looks at his watch, he grins secretively and claps his hands again.
Very long chapter for me, so please, read and review!!!!! Remember, keep reviewing, I'll keep updating this quickly.
Rating: At the moment we shall stick with a PG, but it might get up to a PG- 13, who knows
Summary: Vaughn and Sydney have been captured by Cuvee and Jack and Irina must race to save them
Notes: Yes, another one, I'm a bit stuck with the other two, so I figured do something else. This started with a song, I won't name it, but then I figured I should make it into a proper fic, so now I want reviews if you want more. : Be impressed, be very impressed, I hope you like it and keep reading and reviewing cause that's why I'm writing so much so fast!
Author: Aeria, Doona, Aeryn depending.
Chapter Six
The café's name is Café Toboka, an exotic name but it means nothing to me or Jack, I don't think as he is looking up and down the street, a sower look still on his face. Taking my glasses off, I follow Sark in and find myself in a small room with perhaps twelve tables, each with a dark red table cloth, a small vase of dead flowers and varying numbers of sets of knives, forks and spoons accompanied by a rotting wooden chair.
Sark moves over to where a petite little Malaysian woman is standing near a door. Whispering something in her ear, I'm once again shocked at how easily Sark manages to charm the ladies. She grins and laughs, looking from me to where Jack in standing in the door way.
No one else is in here, just the three of us and the woman and possibly a few chefs getting ready for the breakfast crowd out the back. And as Sark continues to whisper things, none of which I really want to know about in her ear, I look around more carefully, keeping an eye on Jack the whole time. There are no windows, but the front of the shop is all glass, slim cream blinds are pulled back to the side allowing anyone to look in as they walk up or down the street. The walls are a peach colour which is mixing with the red tables and carpet to make me sick. There are two doors leading out, one that I believe to be heading to the kitchen and another for the toilets.
There are lights everywhere, all turned off as the early sun shines in, and two fans hanging from the roof due to the hot weather that is so common here in the tropics, the kind of weather I love. Sark finishes his little whispered speech and the woman giggles, again looking at me. She calms down and nods to Sark. Disappearing into the kitchens, she returns after perhaps thirty seconds and locks the front door, locking us all in and arousing a look of suspicion from Jack. I, on the other hand, completely trust Sark. The woman unhooks the blinds, making sure no one can see in and turns some of the lights and both fans on. She smiles at Sark who just winks seductively and watches her back as she leaves, returning to the kitchens.
Turning, he grins spreading his arms, "Pick a table."
Jack is still watching us with growing dislike from near the door. I look at him, slightly upset that he would put getting mad at me before rescuing Sydney. I shake my head, knowing this isn't the time nor place to start an argument. Moving, I choose the large round table in the middle and move to sit down, still beaming at me, Sark pulls my chair out and I take a seat, smiling at him as he continues to play.
Disappearing outside, he leaves Jack and me alone. Jack wanders over to the table and sits down directly opposite me. He glares at me, leaning back in his seat and with his arms crossed over his chest. Rolling my eyes, I try to reassure him, "Relax, it'll all go off without a hitch." He just continues to glare at me, leaning forward a little and moving the vase, salt and pepper out of the way so that we can see each other.
Still his face is steely hard, not a flicker of emotion or warmth just a cold stare. I sigh and look down, hoping my show of submission will dim his anger. He suddenly speaks, "Why have you agreed to go back to the cell? Even if you aren't planning on returning you wouldn't have to lie, you're the one in control."
Seeing what he means, my passion flashes as I realise how horrible Jack really thinks I am, "It's simple, I am going back to that cell." Jack smirks, nothing like a smile, just a disdain filled smirk; his lips twitching up for a moment before returning to their standard frown. "It's true, because, unlike you, I put Sydney's life before everything else."
Jack just glares at me, a small pin prick of confusion clouding his vision. I elaborate, "If I had to choose between escaping and rescuing Sydney, I'd choose to save my daughter."
Stupidly, he just remarks, his voice now passionate and with a little life in it, "You're lying." It's a stupid thing to say and automatically my face turns until I'm looking at him as though he were a young child who had just contradicted himself for the tenth time. My mouth opens a little, the millions of come backs fighting to come out first, my eyes move until they have a look of disbelief, my eyebrows high and my forehead furrowed.
"Then why the hell am I here?" Jack's eyes flicker for a moment, realising that if I truly wanted to escape without care for Sydney of Agent Vaughn I would have killed him and left by now.
Of course, a few seconds later his face returns to looking at me with anger and rage piled up and he spits out, "You're sadistic, I've always known that, you want to see how much more damage you can do."
I roll my eyes to hide the pain and am about to say something else when Sark walks back through the front door, a large black folio at his side and his head cocked as he blatantly shows that he knows he has interrupted something. Frowning, I look at him, telling him with my eyes to get on with it.
He just grins again and for a second I imagine wiping the smug look from his face, some times his charm turns to annoyance and I wonder why I put up with him. Still, I would never just leave him, fair is fair and he trusts me so I trust him. I smile as he sits down and claps his hands loudly, neither I nor Jack flinching at the sudden bang.
The girl rushes out, her long hair having been brushed since we last saw her and a little make up around her eyes, I cough to cover a laugh. She glares at me, obviously seeing me as competition and goes straight to Sark. Leaning over him, Sark whispers again in her ear, she giggles and is gone.
My curiosity finally wins out and I ask him, "What have you been saying to her?"
Sark, looks up from where he is pulling papers out of the folio onto the table and looks startled for a second. "Just the usual, that I am a James Bond," he pours more and more British into each word and I want to shudder and laugh at the same time, but I don't, "That I need the space because I am trying to save the world." I look at him disbelievingly. "And then I slipped her the equivalent to a thousand American dollars and she agreed to do what ever I asked."
He grins at me and goes back to pulling large sheets of paper out of the black folio. I smile at him and ask him further, "So you're James Bond and we are?"
He grins his eyes flashing with mischief, "My recently divorced, squabbling parents." He looks up quickly at Jack before continuing with an air of indifference and snobbishness. "She's very pretty, but very gullible, I don't see any resemblance to either of you."
Jack turns his glare from me to Sark and I relax a little out of his line of view. The cover is stupid and won't hold if the girl is questioned, but still, this will, I hope, all be over by the end of the day and Vaughn, Jack, Sydney and I will all be on a plane back to LA where I will be thrown into my cell, Jack will probably be arrested for breaking me out and Vaughn and Sydney, without further ado, will, I hope, get married and get my some grandchildren.
I grin at the thought but cover it with a hand as Jack's eyes move back up to meet mine, his glare slightly different now, softer and more like scrutiny and deliberation than flat out hatred, of course, in an hours time, it will probably be back to hatred, but for the moment I relish the thought that he might not hate me right now.
A half hour later, Sark is still pointing out points of entry and escape on the blueprints of the third and second story of the building while Jack has decided to put his dislikes behind him and concentrate on the mission at hand. Smiling, I point out a door that appears to lead no where and ask, "Where does this one go?"
Sark looks at it and flips through the blue prints of the other stories, he shrugs and looks at some papers he has on his lap, no room remaining on the table. "Oh, hang on," he reads a little more and nods answering, "We seem to think that that particular door goes into a lab that Cuvee was developing for the flower."
I grin, the memories of India flooding back and risk commenting, "Which he will no longer be using, thanks to us." I emphasise the word and hope it affects Jack in some way. On the outside his eyes remain on the papers, his mind working to memorise them.
Eventually, after we are all sure we know the place like the back of our hands; Sark begins to detail the mission he has planned out. "Okay, so we get in, go straight to the second floor." He waits for me to interrupt, knowing that I'll ask how he plans on getting us in.
Obviously very pleased with himself, he held his breath and I eventually asked, not prepared to waist time playing games with him, "How do we get in?"
"Ah, that's the fun bit," I have a brief vision of Sark looming over the world laughing like a maniac and rubbing his hands together, but don't let him see what I'm thinking. "You are the incredibly rich, incredibly satiable Miss Rouge," I laugh at the name, "Just do what you usually do, apparently Cuvee is too embarrassed to tell anyone, including the receptionists that you, the woman who visited him so many times is no longer welcome."
I'm slightly shocked that Cuvee would be so careless and ask him, "Are you sure?" He nods, grinning still, "So I just walk in and say he will be expecting me?" He nods again, "You're sure it's that simple?"
He raises his eyebrows are shrugs, "You will be escorted to the elevator and left there, instead of pressing two, press three and you'll be on the right level in seconds." He pauses, looking at Jack, still not sure where he stands before continuing, "We'll be there as you usual henchmen."
I nod, carefully pondering the situation, it seems too easy. "What about security?" I see Jack nod out of the corner of my eye and automatically my head whips around to face him, he looks down, realising that he's just agreed with my question. I smile softly and turn back to Sark, waiting for an answer.
"Tough," he explains and getting out the blueprint of level three, he starts pointing out the positions. "Your daughter could be in any of these rooms, most likely, one of these," he points to two rooms on opposite sides of the building and to several more scattered about. "There's no way of knowing unless we go and check manually." I nod, noticing this is the hard part. "There will probably be just fewer than thirty men on the floor and another ninety scattered above and below. I know for a fact that most of them will be patrolling this hallway," he points out an area we shouldn't need to go near and I breathe a sigh of relief. "Another ten will concentrate on the area around here, it's the labs and Cuvee has become more and more paranoid lately. He told me himself."
Sark grins and I nod, waiting for him to continue, "I don't know how bad it will be nearer to Sydney, there's no way of telling, but I wouldn't expect too many as Cuvee thinks that you're in America and unable to attend." He smiles, showing he knows something I don't, but I leave it. "Other than that, it's just if any guard gets a call out that we're there, we'll have a lot of trouble." I nod, happy with the situation, knowing it could be worse.
I look at Jack, his face has become serious as he realises how bad this is and I state, "So, it's about speed and getting out." I look to Sark and he quickly points out our means of escape.
"Here, through the ducts and then off the third story wall, here, straight out this window, or this one and down, or up and off the roof." I nod, turning my head so I have a better view of the papers."
Sark raises his eyebrows and looks at his watch, he grins secretively and claps his hands again.
Very long chapter for me, so please, read and review!!!!! Remember, keep reviewing, I'll keep updating this quickly.