ch 2

Three Weeks Later..

Jack was sure he saw his daughter as part of the team that extracted Sark. Now all he did, all he had done since that day was make contact with everyone he knew, everyone he had met since he had first joined the agency and so far had come up with dead ends. He wasnt Jack Bristow for nothing however, and he was currently torturing a man that had been part of the team that extracted Sark. The interrogation wasnt going too well, the man refused to give up any information regarding the extraction. He did mention one thing; a name. The man had screwmed Nelson Raine during one of the more painful parts of the "interrogation". He looked at the man inf ront of him in disgust. He would try to get information from him later. He stepped out of the room and shut the light.

"No use wasting electricity on top of everything." He muttered under his breath as he pulled his cell phone out.

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Julia Thorne takes pleasure in killing. She savors the feel of the hot blood pouring through her fingertips. Her favorite weapon is the knife- It makes everythign so much more personal, more intimate. Sydney Bristow would have picked a gun- something quick, and if aimed correctly, virtually painless. But Sydney Bristow wouldnt have killed. She would have tried to save the man's life. But Sydney Bristow was dead.

Sark watched as Julia slashed the mans throat. Her hands were covered in blood, for they had tortured the man earlier. It was one of the men who had been part of teh team which had extracted him. He had somehow been captured by Jack bristow and interrogated, and he had leaked the name Nelson Raine. Julia looked at the man apathetically.

"Lets go before Bristow gets back." She left the room, and he follwed her, leaving the facility. There was one thing he didn't understand, and that was in the three weeks since she had extracted him and offered her partnership, he had never once seen or heard anything that indicated she was anyone but Julia Thorne. Not that he cared for Sydney, she was really 'just a thorn in his side. Thorn. Get it. Haha. Great,' he thought now he was just making lame jokes to himself.

"Sark" Her voice broke through his musings. He lifted his head.

"Yes?" Julia rolled her eyes.

"Did you hear anything I just said?" Sark shrugged.

"I apologize. I was merley reflecting." Julia snorted.

"You're always trying to reflect on something or another, Sark." He pinned her to the wall and ground his hips into her suggestivly.

"You wanna know what I'm reflecting on now?" Julia moaned slightly and licked her lips.

"That would be lovely.." Her gaze moved past him to the man standing in the alleyway watching them, "However, our contact is watching us. " Sark straightened up as she chuckled. "Lets go." They strolled with the man until they reached a resturant, where they sat in the corner booth. There Julia decided to awknoledge the man with a kiss.

"Sark, this is Simon Walker. Simon, this is Sark." Sark shook Simon's hand.

"Nice to meet you." Simon nodded.

"Likewize." Julia tapped the table impatiently.

"Now that formalities are over, do you have the intel?" Simon peered at Sark suspiciously.

"Babe, how do you know the chap is trustworthy?" Julias eyes flashed dangerously.

"'Cuz he's a better f than you. My reasons are my own, Si, and you can either life with it," She said sweetly, "Or you can not." Her voice turned frosty as Simon was reminded of why, exxactly, he worked with her. She was a master at everything she did. She never formed an emotional attachment with any of her bed partners. She really was apathetic, he thought jealously as he looked at sark.

"I have the intel." He pulled a file from under the table. "It appears that Ms. Reed meets her handler here." He pointed to a dot on the map."Every thursday, at three o'clock." Julia began tapping the table again.

"And you wanted to call a meeting for this information, why?" She rolled her eyes again. Simon really was getting needy to her, and she just wasnt in the mood for needy.

"Oh, I think you know why.." Simons voice turned breathy as he ran his hand up her leg. Julia smirked. She straddled him as she whispered in her ear,

"Only if he can join in." She tilted her head toward Sark. Simon looked at him for a moment.

"All Right..." He smirked and rubbed her crotch through the satin thong she was wearing under the skirt.