Sark, the dreaded companion of 'The Man', waited for his enemy to be unloaded and put in their cells. He knew what 'The Man' planned to do, use little Michaela to torture them. It was part of a very good plan that 'The Man' had come up with.
He saw Dmitri Schlotz come into the hangar, a grim smile on his face. He thinks he could have done better, I bet, Sark thought.
Schlotz was his companion in almost everything, yet Sark hated him. He was afraid that 'The Man' would throw him away like an old rag doll, and replace him with Schlotz. 'The Admiral' was very close to him, but Sark had no idea why. What would someone as great as 'The Admiral' want something like Schlotz in their employment.
"Hi, Sarky," Schlotz said, using the name Sark hated the most. It reminded him of his… No, he wouldn't think about that. No one except 'The Admiral' knew about that.
"Hey, Dmitri," he replied, arrogantly.
"You did a great job, you know, the only one who could ever catch Agent Bristow-Vaughn." Schlotz compliment was not heard.
Sark was deep in thought about his family. His mother, whom he was terrified of. His father, who he didn't know that well. And his sister, whom he had just helped capture. He was forbidden to talk about his father and sister, but he just wanted to know them better. His sister had been transformed into his enemy, his father hated him and had no clue who he was or that eh even existed. They lived on the other side of the planet, and he was brought up to hate them.
So was his niece, little Michaela. A conflict within the family, he thought sadly. Why couldn't I have been born into a normal life and family? He certainly wished Michaela had.
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