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"Sark? Are you dead?"
"Are you?" His British accent had a hint of a smile in it but Sydney couldn't be sure in the complete darkness. "I think you knocked my brain loose with that last kick."
"A compliment? Since when did you start giving compliments?" She rested her throbbing head on her hand and tried to look in the general direction of Sark's voice.
"Since now, apparently."
"Where do you think we are?" Sydney heard Sark move his legs and then his very audible groan. "What's wrong?"
"I think I broke some ribs when I fell. But your guess is as good as mine."
"What?"
"As to where we are."
"Oh." Sydney massaged her wrist and felt the twinge of a sprain. It was better than being broken again, that was certain. The fall had definitely rung her bells but thankfully the darkness was total in the van they were in. She now wished that she hadn't pushed Sark through the window that had looked down on the story below in the bank.
The fall would have been bad enough, but the meeting of Underworld thugs that was going on in the room that they fell in weren't happy. Apparently, Sark had received the bulk of abuse before they were thrown into the van at the back of the bank.
"I guess what they say about sibling rivalry runs true."
Sydney was ripped from her glazed-over thoughts. What had he just said? "What are you rambling about? You must have a head injury."
"Agent Bristow, Sydney, I am your brother."
"Sark, you're so full of crap! I'm sick of your mind games."
She heard him move again and groan. "Why would you think that your mother would make me her second-in-command at such a young age?"
"Because you don't care about innocent people, you're evil, and are willing to do everything she asks?"
He chuckled and answered, "As true as that may be, it is because she has been training me since practically birth."
"Shut up, Sark."
"I don't care if you choose not to believe me. That doesn't change the truth."
"Well then, if I'm to believe you, who's your father?"
"It was Lazarey."
"Oh, right."
"Mother informed me, not too long ago, that she had loved him before she was place on assignment with your father. She went back to Lazarey and thus is me. She made sure he set up the generous trust for me as well."
"The one that now's funding the Covenant?"
"The one and only."
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Eric arrived in Zurich just as the sun was setting. The flight had been long but his emotions kept his blood pumping which would be a strong advantage for a while. He had quite a few contacts in Switzerland that now seemed like his close, personal friends, or at least they would be when he was done and flying home with Sydney.
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The news Sark had dropped on her minutes early was making her pulse feel like a hammer at all of her pressure points.
"Growing up, I hated everything about your country."
She didn't want him to tell her anything else. She wanted to be home. Talking with Eric over a pizza. Watching an old movie. Anywhere but here.
"I hated everything except some twisted comic book that I found one day. Something written on the first page has stuck with me. It said that for every force of good that exists, an equally strong power of evil must exist. Think about it. Your father was the match for our mother. Dixon is battling Sloane. And now Agent Vaughn has Lauren. You? Well, you were born and a force had to be created to match you."
"And you're saying that's you?"
"But of course. Neither of us seems to be able to get an upper hand in this battle of ours. Don't you wonder if there is some deeper reason why? It's the fates keeping us in balance."
"Stop talking, Sark. I'm trying to figure a way out of here."
She heard the biting sound of metal on metal and she guessed Sark had pulled his arms up. "How do you plan on getting out of the chains?"
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"Sark? Are you dead?"
"Are you?" His British accent had a hint of a smile in it but Sydney couldn't be sure in the complete darkness. "I think you knocked my brain loose with that last kick."
"A compliment? Since when did you start giving compliments?" She rested her throbbing head on her hand and tried to look in the general direction of Sark's voice.
"Since now, apparently."
"Where do you think we are?" Sydney heard Sark move his legs and then his very audible groan. "What's wrong?"
"I think I broke some ribs when I fell. But your guess is as good as mine."
"What?"
"As to where we are."
"Oh." Sydney massaged her wrist and felt the twinge of a sprain. It was better than being broken again, that was certain. The fall had definitely rung her bells but thankfully the darkness was total in the van they were in. She now wished that she hadn't pushed Sark through the window that had looked down on the story below in the bank.
The fall would have been bad enough, but the meeting of Underworld thugs that was going on in the room that they fell in weren't happy. Apparently, Sark had received the bulk of abuse before they were thrown into the van at the back of the bank.
"I guess what they say about sibling rivalry runs true."
Sydney was ripped from her glazed-over thoughts. What had he just said? "What are you rambling about? You must have a head injury."
"Agent Bristow, Sydney, I am your brother."
"Sark, you're so full of crap! I'm sick of your mind games."
She heard him move again and groan. "Why would you think that your mother would make me her second-in-command at such a young age?"
"Because you don't care about innocent people, you're evil, and are willing to do everything she asks?"
He chuckled and answered, "As true as that may be, it is because she has been training me since practically birth."
"Shut up, Sark."
"I don't care if you choose not to believe me. That doesn't change the truth."
"Well then, if I'm to believe you, who's your father?"
"It was Lazarey."
"Oh, right."
"Mother informed me, not too long ago, that she had loved him before she was place on assignment with your father. She went back to Lazarey and thus is me. She made sure he set up the generous trust for me as well."
"The one that now's funding the Covenant?"
"The one and only."
&~*~&~*~
Eric arrived in Zurich just as the sun was setting. The flight had been long but his emotions kept his blood pumping which would be a strong advantage for a while. He had quite a few contacts in Switzerland that now seemed like his close, personal friends, or at least they would be when he was done and flying home with Sydney.
&~*~&~*~
The news Sark had dropped on her minutes early was making her pulse feel like a hammer at all of her pressure points.
"Growing up, I hated everything about your country."
She didn't want him to tell her anything else. She wanted to be home. Talking with Eric over a pizza. Watching an old movie. Anywhere but here.
"I hated everything except some twisted comic book that I found one day. Something written on the first page has stuck with me. It said that for every force of good that exists, an equally strong power of evil must exist. Think about it. Your father was the match for our mother. Dixon is battling Sloane. And now Agent Vaughn has Lauren. You? Well, you were born and a force had to be created to match you."
"And you're saying that's you?"
"But of course. Neither of us seems to be able to get an upper hand in this battle of ours. Don't you wonder if there is some deeper reason why? It's the fates keeping us in balance."
"Stop talking, Sark. I'm trying to figure a way out of here."
She heard the biting sound of metal on metal and she guessed Sark had pulled his arms up. "How do you plan on getting out of the chains?"
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