Walking down the streets of Madrid was the first time in a long time that April felt free. Free in the sense that she didn't have any obligations to worry about. Obviously, her current predicament of being kidnapped put her in a certain worried state, but overall she felt free. Julian was also in the same position she was because not only was the Covenant after her, but now they were also after him.
He had disobeyed their orders, and that meant hell to pay. His history with the Covenant had not been without its benefits. They had somehow convinced the CIA to take him out into public to make a trade for another agent, because the CIA had figured him useless. However to the dismay of Sark, the Covenant had discovered his parentage and with that merely offered him his life for his rightful eight hundred million dollars, which he had had inherited from his father, who was a descendant of the Romanov family.
Sark's mind ran with ideas of what he could do with eight hundred million dollars, but the money was very shortly lived in his pocket. Ever since finding out what he was worth, Sark wanted more than simply being an agent for the Covenant. He wanted to be the head and be in charge of his own eight hundred million.
As soon as he had the perfect opportunity to possibly make this aspiration come true, he took it.
He had managed to come into contact with Irina Derevko. Before his mission to kidnap April Winthers went into action, he had an odd email in his inbox. He immediately recognized the dismembered syntax of the subject and read it. She wanted him for a mission. Sark still doesn't know what it is, but he took the opportunity for what it was worth and decided to tell Irina what his current mission for the Covenant and for whatever reason, she was interested. She wanted to be a part of it. There must be some specific reason for why the Covenant and Irina Derevko wanted April Winthers. There had to be some meaning for her kidnapping.
Even by the way the Covenant had described the mission to him it had seemed sketchy and more than the typical kidnap-ransom routine that Sark had seen too many times before.
McKenas Cole had contacted Sark himself. It wasn't some messenger giving him a folder with the operation specs in it, but it had been a set up meet. Cole's lack of people skills always got Sark a little disheveled. He hated his raspy voice and the crazy look that was in his eyes all the time.
"Mr. Sark it is a pleasure to meet with you tonight in this club full of the beautiful people of Peru," Cole said using his arm to show off an obvious whore of his. Sark, in his mind, smirked, knowing that there was no way that woman was sleeping with Cole for his looks or personality.
"Mr. Cole, I do not know if you realize this, but both of our lives are in jeopardy every single moment you try to bring up the pretenses of us being friendly colleagues. I assure you that we both do not perceive that as the status of our relationship and therefore we should just proceed with your original objective of setting this meet up," Sark said coldly.
"Wow, wow, no need to get all defensive, Mr. Sark," Cole responded, making abstract gestures with his hands and crossing his legs uncomfortably as a sign of wanting to protect himself from anymore of Sark's unruly comments.
"Mr. Cole what was the exact reason for calling this meeting?" Sark asked, leaning back in his chair.
"This is straight forward mission and I expected it completed it in a matter of days." Cole slid a manila folder across the table.
Sark quickly flipped the folder open and saw a picture of a young woman. His immediate thoughts were of the bedroom, but he compartmentalized his desires and turned his focus back to the mission. He was always able to do that: put his mission, before his own wants.
"What exactly is the purpose of this? Kidnap a young woman for some poignant revenge?" Sark shrugged.
"Something like that. The details are in the dossier. The best opportunity for the kidnapping will be two days from now in Gibraltar, Spain at one of her parents' annual black and white balls. God how much I hate rich people."
Sark inwardly scoffed at his comment. "Are we done here?" He rose out of his chair, with his body facing the exit, and glanced back at McKenas who was looked up at him.
"Yes we are."
Sark walked out of the club going over his conversation with Cole in his head over and over again. He immediately felt that Cole was hiding something. The Covenant was hiding something.
And Sark walking down a street, which Sark had no idea what exactly its name was, with April, was still determined to figure out what that was.
His first thought was Rambaldi. Everything the Covenant seemed to strife after was Rambaldi. April had to have something to do with Rambaldi. Maybe it could be her parents or something. With his arm around her shoulder, Sark looked through the edge of his sunglasses to take a glance at April.
She looked so innocent and pure. He suspected that she probably never had a real boyfriend or actually ever experienced anything. From the material he read about her she had a soft spot for humanity interests, which was expressed in her choice of the university that she attended. South Africa is definitely not a major tourist destination, but April spent three years of college there. Her schedule mostly consisted of volunteer work outside of her daily requirements for school. She spent her time with children suffering from AIDS. There is no way April could possibly have something to do with the hunt for Rambaldi. It just does not make sense.
She is so beautiful. What I wouldn't give for us not to be in this situation. Sometimes being a spy has its downfalls. Julian, stop thinking about her. You know that making hypothetical situations will destroy your focus. Deep breathe. Okay, I can't take it anymore.
Julian pulled her off the sidewalk and placed her against a stonewall of a cafe on the street. People were still walking by them; staring at the compromising position Julian had put them in.
April dropped the shopping bags she had been carrying. Julian had one of her hands inter-wined with his and the other was merely dangling unsure of how to respond with the way he was holding her.
He leaned in to kiss her.
April closed her eyes and whispered, "I've never done this before."
Julian brought his hand to her face and caressed her cheek. April shivered. "I'm sure you'll be fine."
He kissed her. Her mouth parted to accept his. It felt right to April, but the situation that this was happening in was wrong. The man in the world that she was suppose to have feelings for is not a kidnapper. He couldn't be. She is supposed to fall in love with a man that was a doctor or something. Someone who wants to save the world, not destroy it.
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