"Mr. Sark?" a burly, Russian man asked tentatively as he knocked on the door of the study in his boss's apartment in Madrid.

"Yes?" Sark answered, not looking up from his computer screen.

"Miss Winthers is awake," he announced.

Sark looked up from his computer. Without saying a word he walked out of the study and into the bedroom where his captive was being held.

"What's going on?" April demanded as she acquired more of her surroundings. She was in one of the most comfortable beds that she had ever felt, but she felt that this wasn't the most comfortable situation. For starters, she was in a t-shirt and a pair of sweats she had never seen before and the man standing in front of her, she did not remember going home with.

"Miss Winthers," Sark greeted. He didn't want to answer her question. He figured that the questions she asked would be a better way for her to get a handle on the situation. Plus, he would only have to divulge what he wanted to.

"Where am I?"

"Madrid."

"Where are my parents?" April's mind was beginning to race. She was still in Spain but nowhere near where her parents were and she had a hunch that she had absolutely no control of her current dilemma.

He turned away from her and looked out the window to the busy streets of Madrid. "In Gibraltar." He wasn't lying. He was having tabs keep on them. His most recent update was that Mr. and Mrs. Winthers were speaking to the police and looking for a private investigator to find their daughter.

"Why am I here with you?"

"I'm going to be straight with you."

"Good. I hate people that don't tell me why the hell I am in a city that I have never been to before with a man that I hardly know."

He let out a small laugh and looked at her in the eye as he sat next to her on the bed. She had spunk and courage to be talking back to the man who had her life in his hands. "An organization I happen to be currently affiliated with has an interest in you, Miss Winthers. I was sent to kidnap you in order for the Covenant to get a ransom from your father."

"So right now I a prisoner of yours and this Covenant?"

"Correct," he concurred.

"Right," she said. April was beyond confused at this point. Why would anyone have an interest in her? It didn't make any sense. What even pushed this out farther was the fact that the man who was supposedly holding her captive was being nice about it. "Then why are you being nice to me?"

"Because of my present state of affairs I am not willing to hand you over to the Covenant yet."

"The key word being 'yet'," For the first time, April looked in Sark's eyes willingly. By looking at him, she realized that this is a man who uses everybody in his life to get the most out of him or her. And he was going to get the most out of her. "I have one more question."

"Shoot."

"Now how can I get out of this entire dilemma I happen to have somehow put myself in?" For some reason she didn't think that her kidnapping had to do with the Covenant getting money or wanting to kill her. Her instinct told her it had to do with something on an entirely different level.

"However to your disadvantage, your possibilities of getting out of this situation are not up to you."

"Great. Just great," April said loudly almost to the point of screaming. "I met you, hoping to have just a slight bit of fun at one of my father's boring parties of stiffs and then I get kidnapped! This is great. Just great." She put a sarcastic smile of her face to show that she wasn't too upset by the situation. But in all reality, she was fuming and at the point of almost crying,

"Don't get mad at me. You were the one who made my job a whole lot easier," Sark said defending himself. He looked away from her because he knew that even if she hadn't been attracted to him, he still would have completed his mission.

"No, you did not just say that. I can't believe you. How can a girl, especially a vulnerable girl, not be attracted to you?" April demanded in disbelief.

Sark was surprised that April was willing to admit that she was attracted to him. The psych evaluation he had done on her before his mission was that she hardly ever told anyone the way she felt about anything. "Why thank you," he simply said.

"Oh don't flatter yourself. The mysterious, suave, British thing you have going for you, works way too well." She crossed her arms across her chest. She didn't want to be taken advantage of anymore than she already had been.

The only thing Sark could do in response to her was laugh.

She slapped him across the face. Instantly, Sark's response was to pin her down and he did just that. He grabbed her wrists with his rough hands and forced her to lie down on the bed. An expression of complete and utter fear overcame April's face as she looked into his eyes. Realizing that this situation could not get any worse she said, "I'm sorry."

He got up off her and left April's confines. He instructed the guard of April's room to make sure that she got ready before Derevko arrived, which to his calculations was going to be in about two hours.

Oh my god. How the hell did I get myself into this? April asked herself. One minute I'm dancing with perhaps one of the best looking men I've ever seen and then here I am 3,000 miles away from New York and no possible way to contact my parents. Don't cry, April, she instructed herself. It didn't work. The tears were coming down like Niagara Falls.

I made everything a whole lot worse when I slapped him. At first I thought that this might not be too bad because if we might have at least a decent kidnapper/captive relationship, then I might get out of this okay. But no, he had to laugh at the fact I was so susceptible to him and I hate when people insult me. Okay, stop blaming this on yourself April. This wasn't your fault. I mean what could Julian Sark want with me? He said though that the Covenant wants me, for something. But what? There wasn't any explanation for it. Wait, Julian did say something about how the Covenant wanted a ransom or something like that from my father? Does my dad have something to do with my kidnapping?

This is impossible. I have no idea what they want. I have got to get out of here. April examined the room. There is no way she could walk out the front door of the apartment even if she knew where it was. It was too risky. Instead she turned her attention towards a window that she could easily fit her slender body into. She got up off of the bed and it took her a second to get adjusted to the floor and to let the dizziness out of her head. She attributed her lack of balance to her first martini.

Opening the window was a little bit tricky. There were two latches, which she had to open, but after she mustered up her strength they weren't too bad. Then her ultimate problem came in. She was up two stories. Great this is just my luck. However her bed did have a lot of white sheets it. Quickly, she stripped her bed and began tying the ends of the sheets together, making a long rope.

Her immediate sense of triumph was over as soon as she heard a deep voice with a Russian accent, trying his best to speak English telling her that she needed to be presentable in one hour and thirty minutes. She was told that there were two doors in her room. One was a bathroom and the other was a closet. She yelled back, "Okay!"

Damn, okay. I have to be "presentable" in an hour and a half. What does Julian have planned for me? A trip to the living room? A grin came across her face as soon as she realized that this was a perfect opportunity.