I'm so sorry that I haven't updated in forever. I was motivated when I find out that Alyce was dying to find out more. I kinda got "lost" myself with school, tests, and the holiday season. Well thatand I'm a procrastinator. In celebration of a New Year and in honor of my resolution to not kill anyone this year... Here's a long-overdue chapter. Thanx again for all the reviews. Apologizes because it's a bit crappy.
Chapter 5: Silence Part 1
The silence was deafening. They had not spoken a single word to each other since their short conversation. Through experience, both had learned that it was better to say as little as possible because talking too much usually lead to more problems.
She had been starring out her window since then. The bright lights of the signboards reflected on the window and in her eyes as she was pretending to be interested in the people walking outside.
Normally, awkward silences bothered her but this time it didn't. The silence gave her an opportunity to enjoy the view of downtown Sydney. Sark himself seemed occupied by the changing scenery.
As long as he wasn't staring at her it was just fine. She hated when people stared at her. But mostly, she hated when he stared at her. It was as if the pupils of his cerulean eyes became like magnifying glasses. It felt like he was staring into her heart, her soul, and her thoughts. She didn't like it.
She finally felt relieved when the limo pulled up to her hotel and the doorman opened the door for her. Finally, the night was coming to an end.
She began walking; listening for the limo to move on. To her surprise, it didn't. Instead, Sark stepped out.
"Of course. This is the most expensive hotel in the city," she thought.
From the corner of her eye, she saw him give the doorman a tip. She walked straight through the lobby and into the elevator. She tried to walk quickly without making it to obvious that she was trying to.
She saw him stop to talk to the concierge. The elevator doors were about to close when he saw his hand slip through and he walked in.
"Why me?" she slightly shook her head as she pretended to be preoccupied by the digital number above that showed what floor they were on.
"Thank you for waiting," he said rubbing his arm as if to show her that he was nearly crushed by the elevator doors.
She contemplated beating him up but ended up replying in a mock-polite tone, "Oh. No problem."
She saw him slide his hotel card into a special slot for the penthouse.
"What a surprise," she thought. It did not surprise her that he stayed in the penthouse. She on the other hand was on the twelfth floor, but she hit the button for the fifteenth floor. It was better if he did not know exactly what floor she was on.
He leaned against the elevator wall and looked out glass. The glass elevator looked straight into the city.
The silence was finally broken when the elevator arrived at her floor with a "ding." She walked out without turning back to him.
She had just stepped out when he said, "Good night mademoiselle."
He had to have the last word. She walked down the hall towards the stairwell and opened the door. She walked three floors down with only the sound of her shoes clicking and clanking on the steel steps and echoing throughout the stairwell.
"Next time, no heels," she said to herself.
She finally reached the twelfth floor and walked to her room. She opened the door with her key. As she was about to enter, she saw Weiss holding a gun towards the door.
"Relax Weiss, it's me," she said.
Seeing his friendly face made her cold façade break down, regardless of the fact that he was holding a gun to her before.
"So how was it? Another easy mission right?" he asked as he began typing on his laptop.
She took of her wig and shoes.
"I'll call Dixon to let him know you have the disk and we can get out of here," he continued.
He stopped typing when she said, " Weiss there's a problem."
He looked at her, his smiling face changing to one of concern.
"Sark," she said straightforwardly.
"What? He was there. You should have broke radio silence to tell me. Something could have happened to you."
"He was there to buy the disk," she said. She never liked making Weiss worry. He was a good friend, always there when she needed one.
"He got the disk!?" he asked believing that to be part of the problem.
"He didn't." She paused. "But I didn't either. The operative said that since there are two offers, we have to meet his boss personally."
"Syd. You can't. It could be a trap. How do you know Sark isn't working with them?"
"I don't," she replied as she sat on the bed. She noticed he was watching football. Well, at least pretending so that no one could hear them.
"Hey. I've got an idea. We could arrest Sark. You could go tomorrow and because he won't be there, you could buy the disk. Then, we'd go home with the disk and Sark." He smiled knowing that his ideal was very promising.
"Sounds good but we don't have the manpower to do it," she replied.
"What are you talking about? You and me could take him down blindfolded. No problem. Besides, I epitomize manpower." which made her smile.
He continued, "Do you know where he is?"
"Actually. He's here," she said almost shyly because she had forgotten to mention that in the beginning.
"What!? Here?!" shocked by what she said. It was funny how he went from serious to funny to serious to shocked in less that two minutes.When needed, he could be stone cold.
"Penthouse."
"Okay. Here's the plan. We'll call Dixon and let him know about all this."
She lied on the bed starring at the ceiling listening to him.
"We can't arrest Sark. It'll look suspicious."
"It could be a trap," he pointed out.
Rubbing her face she said, "If it's not, he could end up getting the disk."
"Syd. You're not telling me that you're going to get on a plane with a terrorist to buy something from the Covenant."
"I have to especially since…" she paused.
"Look. I hate the bastard just as much as you do. You can't do it just to compete with him."
"Weiss. I'm not doing that. I have a mission and I plan on accomplishing it."
"Well, I'm going to give Dixon a call to let him know about this new development."
She nodded and told him she was going to take a shower because walking into the club made her feel dirty.
Meanwhile, Weiss called Dixon who said that it would be better if Sydney meet the seller and bought the disk. Then, when she returned they would arrest Sark along with the Covenant operatives.
Part 2 will be posted soon. I just have to rewrite it since it's mostly drabble. Don't worry this time soon doesn't mean two months.