Chapter Eight
Jack looked through the files that littered his desk. There were hundreds of folders; each one covering a case that Sydney or Vaughn had been involved in. There were too many people that would want revenge on the couple to pick out just one culprit.
'Maybe that's the problem.' He thought to himself, 'I'm trying to pick out only one. Perhaps it's a network of people.' He went back over each file, picking out the ones that had similar missions or connections between certain organizations. When he was done, three piles lay before him. The first pile was filled with deadends, the second with possible connections, and the third held all cases that had to do with Rambaldi.
'That's got to be it.' he thought, 'Why is it that everything comes back to Rambaldi?' He glanced over the third pile one more time and one name seemed to stand out to him, the Covenant.
"We're not happy with your work Mr. Sark." The elderly gentleman said.
"You haven't given me enough to go on." Sark replied gruffly, his hand strangling the phone that he held.
"We gave you what we believed you needed." The man said, "It was your job to extract the information from Miss Vaughn."
"I can't 'extract the information' if you won't tell me what you need." Sark cried, pounding the table with his fist.
"Temper Mr. Sark." The man chastised him; "The Covenant has come to a decision."
"And what's that?" Sark asked, frightened by what the outcome of their decision would be.
"We are sending over one of our best agents to check on your operation." The older man replied, "He will report back to us and we will then discuss what can be done about Miss Vaughn."
"I don't need one of your agents looking over my shoulder." Sark said angrily.
"Our decision is final Mr. Sark, our agent will be there later this evening." With that the man hung up. Sark jumped into action immediately.
"DEVIN!" he yelled. Devin came running into the room.
"What's up Boss?" he asked.
"Tell the men to start extracting whatever they need from this place. Pay them what their owed and then let them leave. The Covenant is sending an agent over, and you know what that means."
"What about Ch...Miss Vaughn?" Devin asked.
"I'll take care of her." Sark said.
Chloe lay on the mattress humming quietly to herself in an attempt to make time pass quicker. She rubbed the bruise on her arm from where Sark had stuck her with the needle, and a shiver ran down her spine as she remembered the look in his eyes as he had done it. The man had no emotions, no feelings of any kind. He was a heartless man who gained pleasure from other people's pain.
The young woman groaned as she heard the familiar steps coming down the hall. She was not in the mood for another sparring match, physical or verbal. Chloe refused to look at him as he walked into the cell and stood over her.
"Get up." he said, roughly grabbing her arm.
"Why?" She barked at him, wrenching her arm from his grasp, "You know I am so sick and tired of this whole caveman act."
"Just shut up and come with me." Sark said, pulling Chloe off the mattress, "We have to get out of here."
"What?" she asked startled as she stumbled along behind him.
"We have to go NOW." He said leading her up the stairs and through the trapdoor. The light hit Chloe's eyes full force and she winced at the sudden brightness. "The Covenant is sending someone to check on my progress and that can only mean one thing, they're gonna kill us." Sark continued.
"Wait." Chloe stopped mid-step, "you mean that the Covenant is gonna kill you?"
"Yes, and if they kill me, they're gonna take you into custody and once they get what they want, they're gonna kill you too. If you want to live then you have to come with me NOW." Sark said roughly. Chloe stood there silently, processing what he had said.
"Sounds good to me." She said after a pause, and followed him once again. They met Devin behind the warehouse and climbed into the van that he had running. Sark pushed her into the back where a handful of guns and surveillance equipment was stored.
"Drive." Sark ordered as he climbed into the front passenger's seat.
"Where to?" Devin asked as he started out towards the road.
"The safe house." Sark said. Chloe looked up at the two men from where she sat, scared of what was going to happen to her. Right then all she wanted was to go home and cry into her mother's arms. She'd always wanted to have an adventure, much like her parents always had, but this was just too much for her and Chloe didn't want anymore of it.
"Where are we going?" she asked, trying to look out of the back windows.
"Somewhere where we can figure out what to do with you." Sark said looking over his shoulder at her. He seemed to be able to read the fear that was running through her, "Don't worry," he continued, "we're not gonna hurt you."
"Yeah, like I believe that." She scoffed. Sark looked back at her again and Chloe felt his eyes reading her, piercing her soul with their intensity. She looked away from him, afraid that if she allowed him to look at her anymore, that he would be able to read her innermost thoughts.
"Just relax." He said, "It's gonna be a long ride."
It was a short chapter I know, but I'm still trying to get over my writer's block. Please tell me what you thought of this chapter, and remember to be honest.
Csk8-20: I'm glad you liked the chapter. Don't worry, some 'Sarky lovin' is coming in later chapters. And as for Devin, well he has his reasons for getting close to Chloe. But don't worry, he won't be stepping on Sark's toes when it comes to getting the girl.
CIAcutie, soccerchic1099, hannahbanana, and RedRose121: Thank you all for reading this story and taking the time to review.
Jack looked through the files that littered his desk. There were hundreds of folders; each one covering a case that Sydney or Vaughn had been involved in. There were too many people that would want revenge on the couple to pick out just one culprit.
'Maybe that's the problem.' He thought to himself, 'I'm trying to pick out only one. Perhaps it's a network of people.' He went back over each file, picking out the ones that had similar missions or connections between certain organizations. When he was done, three piles lay before him. The first pile was filled with deadends, the second with possible connections, and the third held all cases that had to do with Rambaldi.
'That's got to be it.' he thought, 'Why is it that everything comes back to Rambaldi?' He glanced over the third pile one more time and one name seemed to stand out to him, the Covenant.
"We're not happy with your work Mr. Sark." The elderly gentleman said.
"You haven't given me enough to go on." Sark replied gruffly, his hand strangling the phone that he held.
"We gave you what we believed you needed." The man said, "It was your job to extract the information from Miss Vaughn."
"I can't 'extract the information' if you won't tell me what you need." Sark cried, pounding the table with his fist.
"Temper Mr. Sark." The man chastised him; "The Covenant has come to a decision."
"And what's that?" Sark asked, frightened by what the outcome of their decision would be.
"We are sending over one of our best agents to check on your operation." The older man replied, "He will report back to us and we will then discuss what can be done about Miss Vaughn."
"I don't need one of your agents looking over my shoulder." Sark said angrily.
"Our decision is final Mr. Sark, our agent will be there later this evening." With that the man hung up. Sark jumped into action immediately.
"DEVIN!" he yelled. Devin came running into the room.
"What's up Boss?" he asked.
"Tell the men to start extracting whatever they need from this place. Pay them what their owed and then let them leave. The Covenant is sending an agent over, and you know what that means."
"What about Ch...Miss Vaughn?" Devin asked.
"I'll take care of her." Sark said.
Chloe lay on the mattress humming quietly to herself in an attempt to make time pass quicker. She rubbed the bruise on her arm from where Sark had stuck her with the needle, and a shiver ran down her spine as she remembered the look in his eyes as he had done it. The man had no emotions, no feelings of any kind. He was a heartless man who gained pleasure from other people's pain.
The young woman groaned as she heard the familiar steps coming down the hall. She was not in the mood for another sparring match, physical or verbal. Chloe refused to look at him as he walked into the cell and stood over her.
"Get up." he said, roughly grabbing her arm.
"Why?" She barked at him, wrenching her arm from his grasp, "You know I am so sick and tired of this whole caveman act."
"Just shut up and come with me." Sark said, pulling Chloe off the mattress, "We have to get out of here."
"What?" she asked startled as she stumbled along behind him.
"We have to go NOW." He said leading her up the stairs and through the trapdoor. The light hit Chloe's eyes full force and she winced at the sudden brightness. "The Covenant is sending someone to check on my progress and that can only mean one thing, they're gonna kill us." Sark continued.
"Wait." Chloe stopped mid-step, "you mean that the Covenant is gonna kill you?"
"Yes, and if they kill me, they're gonna take you into custody and once they get what they want, they're gonna kill you too. If you want to live then you have to come with me NOW." Sark said roughly. Chloe stood there silently, processing what he had said.
"Sounds good to me." She said after a pause, and followed him once again. They met Devin behind the warehouse and climbed into the van that he had running. Sark pushed her into the back where a handful of guns and surveillance equipment was stored.
"Drive." Sark ordered as he climbed into the front passenger's seat.
"Where to?" Devin asked as he started out towards the road.
"The safe house." Sark said. Chloe looked up at the two men from where she sat, scared of what was going to happen to her. Right then all she wanted was to go home and cry into her mother's arms. She'd always wanted to have an adventure, much like her parents always had, but this was just too much for her and Chloe didn't want anymore of it.
"Where are we going?" she asked, trying to look out of the back windows.
"Somewhere where we can figure out what to do with you." Sark said looking over his shoulder at her. He seemed to be able to read the fear that was running through her, "Don't worry," he continued, "we're not gonna hurt you."
"Yeah, like I believe that." She scoffed. Sark looked back at her again and Chloe felt his eyes reading her, piercing her soul with their intensity. She looked away from him, afraid that if she allowed him to look at her anymore, that he would be able to read her innermost thoughts.
"Just relax." He said, "It's gonna be a long ride."
It was a short chapter I know, but I'm still trying to get over my writer's block. Please tell me what you thought of this chapter, and remember to be honest.
Csk8-20: I'm glad you liked the chapter. Don't worry, some 'Sarky lovin' is coming in later chapters. And as for Devin, well he has his reasons for getting close to Chloe. But don't worry, he won't be stepping on Sark's toes when it comes to getting the girl.
CIAcutie, soccerchic1099, hannahbanana, and RedRose121: Thank you all for reading this story and taking the time to review.