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Suggested Listening : Hallelujah by: Rufus Dainwrite
Previously on Come Clean:
"What's wrong?" Sark asked Sydney.
Sydney stared up at him, guilt evident in her eyes. "I'm sorry" she muttered.
"Sorry for what?" he asked her.
Before she could answer the sound of helicopters and what sounded like tanks filled his ears and an explosion was heard.
Once upon a time there was light in my life
But now there's only love in the dark
Nothing I can say
A total eclipse of the heart
Chapter 10
---Sydney's POV---
Sark pushed me to the ground to shelter from the explosion.
"Are you ok?" he asked me.
I simply nodded.
Sark looked as if he were abut to say something, but then he dropped it. Pointing towards the ground Sark yelled, "Stay here. I gotta go."
"Where are you going?" I called after him as he ran out of the room.
I sat down on the ground registering what had happened. A few moments later I heard footsteps running around the building.
I took off my heels and ran to the closet. If I were gonna fight, I couldn't do it barefoot. Grabbing the nearest sock and sneakers I tied it up quickly. I threw of the dress in a hurry and threw on the nearest shirt and pants. Running to the door, I slowly opened it. I saw Vaughn and was about to run out to find out what happened when I realized that he was speaking to someone who wasn't CIA.
Vaughn, dressed in OP clothes, looked around suspiciously, before transferring some kinda of small black data chip to the guy.
"Are you sure your men didn't see you?" the man asked Vaughn.
"Positive, they're busy looking for an agent. Look, I've got to go. Remember our deal, don't break it!" Vaughn yelled, running down another hallway.
The man looked around, before heading off into a different hallway.
The walls were a rich brown with artifacts, paintings, and sculptures lining the walls. The ground was a beautiful marble ground. Closing the door silently behind me I headed after Vaughn. I turned the corner he had turned, but I didn't see him. The house was too big, he could be anywhere. I heard the sound of men hurrying bout, but I couldn't find them. I kicked open a door and found a multitude of weapons there. Grabbing a few guns, I began searching for signs of anyone.
---Irina's POV---
I shouted orders to my men telling them or grab what they could, specifically the most important things, and to hurry out of the house.
"Where's Sark?" I asked grabbing a guy by the collar.
"I don't know. Last time I saw him, he went to visit the young lady." the young man told her.
"dismissed." I told him, letting lose my grip of him. I walked slowly into the room down the hallway and pushed open both it's doors. Pushing a strand of hair behind my ear I stared at the room. On the desk were pictures- dozens of pictures. Pictures of Sydney and I, pictures of Sydney and Sark, pictures of Jack, Sydney, and I, all sorts of pictures. I grabbed a hand bag and commenced packing this pictures carefully. These pictures meant more to me than any equipment or knowledge we had.
---Sark's POV---
Turning the corner, I bumped into, Sydney's friend, Weiss.
"Take a left, then a right, go down the hallway, then take a right. I left Sydney in her room, but knowing her she found our weapon supply. Go there." I told him, before walking past him.
---Weiss's POV---
I stood there, dumbfounded. Why did Sark, give me Syd's location. And she's running around free? Shouldn't they have her locked up in some cage? Shouldn't they know her whereabouts for every second of the day. Unless they didn't care. Maybe the did care, enough to let her have freedom. But, then why did she call us? Damn, I hate complications. I snapped out of it, remembering Syd's safety. Following Sark's directions I found myself in the weapon room. I spotted Sydney leaving the room.
"Weiss." she greeted, giving me a hug. "This way."
She led me to an exit. "I found it, shortly after I found the weapon room, then I went back to get more supplies."
"Bear, come in, the train tracks have been lain." a voice informed me.
" Copy that." I spoke into his walkie-talkie.
"What's going on?" Sydney asked frantically.
---Sark's POV---
I spotted my target as a wicked grin spread across my face. I aimed my sniper rifle towards Vaughn as I muttered, "This is for hurting and betraying Sydney." With that I pulled the trigger. Vaughn went down with a thud. I knew that they would have noticed and that I couldn't just walk away.
"Where did t come from?" an agent asked, but I was already out of their sight. They shot in the dare that I had been in and I ran down the stairs, shooting my other gun at them as I made my way down. I fell to the ground and hurried out of the section. I could hear the thud of the agents footsteps as they hurried behind me. Opening a door, I slammed it shut. I typed a message into the computer and hurriedly pressed send. I ran into another room in the house before the agents could run into this room.
---Weiss's POV--
We were already out of the house, walking on the hot, green grass, when the code to evacuate came through.
"Sark." I heard Sydney mutter.
"What?" I asked her.
"I have to go back." she yelled ripping her hand form my grip.
She hurried back into the house as I ran after her.
I've heard there was
a secret chord
That David played, and
it pleased the Lord
But you don't really care
for music, do you?
It goes like this:
The fourth, the fifth
the minor fall, the major lift
the baffled king
Composing Hallelujah
---Sark's POV---
I was strolling out of the room into the hallway when Sydney bumped into me.
"Baby, we've gotta get out of here. I don't have a good feeling about this." she told me, grabbing my hand. We ran down the hallway in a hurry.
---Irina' POV---
I had finished packing everything I wanted. I stared at the room, with one last ounce of nostalgia.
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
---Glory's POV---
I watched in fear as I wondered what was taking them so long to retrieve Sydney.
---Weiss's POV---
I ran back into the building, calling Syd's name. She has to get out of here. I have to get her. She doesn't know. She doesn't know. Those thoughts kept me from running back outside, knowing I had to get her out of there.
Your faith was strong
But you needed proof
You saw her bathing
On the roof
Her beauty and the
Moonlight overthrew you
She tied you to a kitchen chair
She broke your throne
And she cut your hair
And from your lips
She drew the Hallelujah
---unknown agent's POV---
"Is agent Bristow out?" I asked.
"Correct, Agent Weiss called it in awhile ago." another agent told me.
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
---Glory's POV---
I answered my phone as I heard it ring. "Glory."
"Hey Glory, I need you to do me a favor. I need you to tell Dixon, that Vaughn, he's a terrorist. I saw him talking to one and he was exchanging information on a black data disk. Sark also sent to Dixon some important information about it and some more evidence. Tell Dixon to accept the information. Tell them not toe blame Sark or my mother, please, I love them. Please, do this for me, look Glory can you do that for me?" Sydney told me.
"Of course, now, where are you Syd, please tell me that your outside of the house, Syd where are you?" I asked her frantically.
Maybe I've been here before
I know this room
I've walked this floor
I used to live alone
Before I knew you
I've seen your flag
On the marble arch
Love is not a victory march
It's a cold and
It's a broken Hallelujah
---unknown agent's POV---
"Blow it, orders of Kendall. It's no longer useful." I told another agent.
He pressed a button and we watched as one of Irina's house blew up.
"Whoa, look at those sweet fireworks." the same agents laughed.
We high-fived each other.
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
There was a time
You let me know
What's really going on below
But now you never show
It to me, do you?
I remember when
I moved in, you
Your holy dark
Was moving too
And every breath we drew
Was Hallelujah
--Glory's POV---
"Hello, Syd, Sydney answer me! Where are you!" I yelled into the phone. But, it didn't matter, because the other line was dead.
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Maybe there's a God above
And all I ever
Learned from love
Was how to shoot
At someone
Who outdrew you
It's not a cry
You can hear at night
It's not somebody
Who's seen the light
It's a cold and
It's a broken Hallelujah
3 hours later
I sat on the ground, back in LA, as the rain fell. No on knew. So many damn agents there and not a single one knew. I cried as I hit my head on the van door. I had attempted to go back inside to tell them to truth, but it didn't matter because as soon as I exited the van I crumpled to the ground crying. No one had seen me of course, because I was the last one to depart out of the van. The others just assumed Sydney, Vaughn, and Weiss had gone off celebrating as did many other agents. Not only that, but since they were friends it was pretty much expected.
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
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