"Rupert Guevara is a world wide known terrorist who mostly deals in bio weapons. Highest classification pathogens. Nearly untouchable but a man named Javier Russet found a way to force Mr. Guevara's hand .Guevara's daughter , Erika ,was abducted by Russet and exposed to an experimental virus. He promised to provide him the antidote in exchange for the most affective and deadly viruses Guevara had acquired. They closed the deal but Javier didn't keep his end of the bargain. He never had the antidote in his possession."
Sark looked at her and examined her facial expression for a moment. Confusion mostly is what he observed. He continued with the story.
"Javier was a very imprudent man and was quickly arrested by the CIA while trying to infiltrate his newest acquisitions into the U.S. Unluckily for them Javier killed himself before he could tell them anything. The quantity and quality of the bio weapons had the CIA task one of their best agents to gather intelligence on exactly how and most importantly who provided these to Mr. Guevara. That's when your father contacted me to set up a meet with him and to persuade him to betray his allies and give your father what he needed to know, he pretended to have the antidote to cure his dying daughter ."
Amy just stood there listening to what Sark was telling her, millions of question lingering in her mind. Sark paused for a second and then resumed his explanations.
"Your father posed as a highly respected member of a criminal organization and I accompanied Guevara to the meet as a neutral party who would make sure everything was in order. I examined Guevara's suitcase and confirmed there was everything in it the CIA wanted to know about who was providing him with such deadly viral experimentations. Then I tested your Father's supposed antidote and confirmed to Guevara it was in fact the real thing. The exchange was made and we all left in separate directions. "
Sark paused again, this time building up courage to recap the events of the death of Lionel to what appeared to him at this moment as such a young naïve little girl. Amy was listening carefully to him tears ready to fall.
"As I was leaving to go back to my empty house I decided to double back to see Lionel. We hadn't seen each other in a long time ,our brief encounter at the meet notwithstanding. But as I was driving to your house I saw what first appeared to me as a random accident scene. But then I saw your Father on the ground and Rupert holding a gun to his head. I concluded Rupert had discovered he had been played again and the need for revenge took him over. I ran out of my car and Rupert and I had a short fight and I believed I had knocked him out. Your father knew Rupert would stop at nothing to kill him and immediately asked me to make sure Guevara would never lay a finger on you. As much as I wanted to stay and do something I opted to fulfill his last wish by getting to you. Not long after I entered my car I heard the gun shot."
She felt like she was 10 years old again and she was being read a story from a book. An imaginary book with a surreal story. Sadly she knew just too well that this was no tale. To her greatest surprise she was not crying. She was bleeding inside but not a single tear would drop on the outside.
Sark intended to finish what he started despite his growing need to blow something up. Someone. Rupert Guevara perhaps.
"With Russet dead, You father was the only person left to blame when Rupert found out his last hope to save his daughter was only smoke and mirrors in order to extract information from him. You father knew Rupert would take his revenge on you because he knows how much it hurts to know your daughter is going to die and you can't do anything to prevent it. That's why you father sent me to protect you."
With that Sark let out a small sound of relief as if a weight had just been taken off his shoulders. He then looked up to the young lady sitting in front of him and noticed she was not crying. But when he looked directly into her eyes he saw it, all the hurt and anger. At that moment it seemed to her as if her privacy was being invaded. As if by looking into her eyes he could see through her. Amy quickly turned away to escape this awkward feeling.
"You must be tired, I suggest you get some rest." He got up and again, she followed him. She detested this feeling of helplessness. Her life was in danger and there was nothing she could do about it. Her life was in the hands of a man she had just met and knew nothing about. Not having control over her own life was a torture to her. But anything was better than thinking about her father.
Sark opened a door to an immensely large room.
"This is going to be your room for the time being." He gestured in direction of the room.
"Hmm.. exactly how long will I be staying here?"
"I don't know, love. Mr. Guevara as I mentioned earlier is nearly untouchable I'm unsure of how I'm going to deal with this yet."
"Can't we contact the CIA? They could protect me. The could arrest Guevara. It shouldn't be hard to inculpate him for the murder of my father. "
"Amy, Guevara is a very powerful man, he has allies everywhere. The CIA has been trying to arrest him for a very long time and never succeeded. Also, quite frankly you're much safer with me than you would ever be with them."
"What the hell do you mean safer with you? I don't even know you! What are you anyway? British intelligence? And I highly doubt you could succeed where the CIA has failed anyway. You didn't seem very competent while getting shot in the shoulder a few hours ago."
With that Amy gave him that look again. The one he wished he would never see again. That hateful look. It awakened in him an incontrollable envy to smash her head on something solid.
"As you wish Ms. Richmond. You want to know what I am? I'm going to tell you what I am. I'm a monster. A cold-blooded murderous terrorist. I also don't appreciate being disrespected by immature little brats like yourself and I advise you to break it off. Your father was someone very important to me and I would really hate to have to hurt you. Now that we've got that settled, I am not the CIA. I will find a way to make this man pay and make sure he never hurts you but until I figure out how, you should get some rest and meditate on that attitude of yours."
Amy remained speechless for a moment before speaking again.
"Tell me Mr. Sark , do you really believe me to be this stupid? You expect me to believe you're a terrorist and that my father was friends with you? Please, what else you got?."She said with an annoyed tone.
Sark pushed her against the wall like he had done in her house only a few hours ago but this time with much more strength.
"Believe me, darling, you don't want to know what else I have." He said as he rubbed the gun he had just took out of his pants to her stomach. Amy flinched at the cold metal on her skin and her eyes met Sark's.
"I get it, you're a killer. But don't expect me to shake in my boots every time I'm near you. I'm fairly sure putting a hole through my body would result in you failing to respect my father's last wish. Now you wouldn't want that to happen , would you?"
With her last word she smirked at him, pushed him away and entered her new room, closing the door behind her.