Thanx for ur reviews. Sorri for that sleepy chapter. To make up for it, here's part two.
Ch.6: Stillness (Silence Part 2)
The following day, she left a very worried Weiss. She assured him that compared to everything she's been through this mission would be simple.
Weiss was mostly worried because she didn't wear any radios knowing that communication devices could easily be spotted since it messed with the plane's navigation. She'd be on her own if anything should happen. However, she did have a tracking device on the heel of her shoe that would only be activated when she clicked the heel twice.
The elevator reflection showed that she was wearing a black pantsuit, a red blouse underneath, a black sun-hat, and black shades. The attire hid the fact that she had two guns strapped to her legs. The only way they would find them is if they went near her legs. Of course that would be when she was shooting them for even going near her.
Then again, she wore the outfit because nothing really went with her red hair. The outfit served both fashion and practicality in her opinion.
In her hands, she had her purse and her suitcase. In her suitcase, were her clothes and personal belongings (toothbrush, soap, shampoo, brush, makeup, etc) atop her gadgets, which were hidden under a compartment. Thanks to Marshall's design, not even an x-ray could spot what lay inside it. Even if they searched her suitcase, they wouldn't find the compartment. Marshall was even kind enough to make it Channel.
In her matching Channel purse, she had lipstick/knockout gas, a blackberry, mints, pen/knife, fake passports, a wallet with fake ids, credit cards, and money.
She had received a phone call from the Front Desk with a message from Mr. Taylor saying that the limo would be picking her up at ten.
It was exactly ten when she walked through the lobby, spotting Sark in his signature black attire. He was sitting, reading the paper with a cup of tea nearby. He glanced at her when he heard the wheels of her trolley rolling on the marble floor.
He smiled behind the paper was reading. He heard the wheels stop in front of him. He put the paper down and stood up. To most people in the lobby, they looked like a handsome couple... aside from the fact that they stood apart from each other.
They didn't have time for another one of their witty banters because the chauffer approached them. He looked at both of them and said, "Good Morning. Mr. Taylor will be meeting you at the airport."
The chauffer placed both their suitcases in the trunk and ran to open the door for Sydney. Sark followed and both sat where they sat the night before.
He looked at her and asked, "Sleep well?"
She replied, "Very."
She shook her head because there he was staring at her again. Lucky for him, her shades prevented him from staring into her eyes.
Within minutes, they arrived at a deserted airport and in front of a private jet. The chauffer opened the door and Sark stepped out first. To her surprise, he offered his hand to help her out. Instead of crushing his hands, she took his kind gesture and even gave a convincing smile when she spotted Mr. Taylor.
Mr. Taylor greeted them, "Good Morning. Let's get in shall we?"
Sark followed first. She didn't want him following her, checking her out as she climbed the steps into the jet.
The jet was lavishly decorated with crème colored leather seats. They took seats across from each other while Mr. Taylor went into the cockpit.
Both noticed the guards from the nightclub checking out their suitcases. They didn't find anything and placed them in a compartment.
Mr. Taylor returned and looked at the guards, who shook their heads stating that their suitcases were clean.
He looked to them and said, "Good to see that you didn't bring anything dangerous."
Syd smiled and asked, "Should we have?"
Taylor continued, "The pilot informed me that we should be arriving at our destination in four hours."
Sark finally spoke and asked, "Where is the destination?" He turned to Sydney and continued, " I don't know about you mademoiselle, but I like to know where I'm going."
Taylor interrupted and said, "You'll find out once we get there. As for now, enjoy the trip. If there is anything you need just let me know." Then, he returned back to the cockpit.
Sydney felt a bit nervous after what Sark said. "Where exactly are we going?" she thought to herself. "He's just messing with me" as she looked at him reading a magazine.
They had been flying for three hours already. She had been reading the same magazine for two hours. In the magazine, she learned five quick steps to look more refreshed when you're exhausted.
Throughout the flight, she noticed that the goons had been staring at them. Something told her something was going on but acted like she didn't know. At one point, she asked one of the goons, "Like what you see?"
Sark smiled at that and nodded his head. "Sydney Bristow can be very feisty when she wants to," he thought.
Sydney saw Sark smile and thought, "Oh great. I'm starting to sound like him. What's worse, he knows it."
She was suddenly snapped out of her thoughts when Mr. Taylor came from the cockpit.
He asked, "I hope you've been enjoying your trip."
She noticed Sark didn't show any emotion except for the slight eyebrow twitch. All of sudden the two goons stood up and took out their guns.
Sydney kept the same expression as Sark and asked, "What is zees all about?"
Mr. Taylor smiled, "You can't cut the French Ms. Bristow."
She shot him a dirty look and said, "What are jew talking about?"
He chuckled, "Now. Now. You didn't think we didn't know who you were?"
As he said that, another two goons came from the cockpit with some serious looking guns.
"Are you serious?" replied Sark shaking his head.
Mr. Taylor turned to him, "The indestructible Ms. Bristow and the infamous Mr. Sark. Imagine to our surprise when we learned that our little disk not only brought one but two great spies like yourselves."
He continued, "At least Ms. Bristow had the decency to have an accent and play dress up. But you, Mr. Sark, you didn't even try."
Sydney dropped the French accent and asked, "What do you want?"
Mr. Taylor looked to her, "What we want…" he smiled.
"Is right here. With the two of you out of the picture, the Covenant can finally function…" he paused. "Without anymore interruptions."
Sydney started tapping her hands fervently on her lap.
Mr. Taylor looked to her and said, "Don't be nervous Ms. Bristow. I asure you, this will be quick and painless."
Sark looked at her and noticed that she was giving him a message in morse code. Tap tap tatta tap tap.
"I hope he understands what I'm doing. The son of a bitch better not have anything to do with this," she thought.
Sark looked at her from the corner of his eyes and noticed she was telling him to, "Take the two on the left and she would take the two on the right."
Mr. Taylor went up close to Sydney. Then, he grabbed some of her hair and smelled it.
"What a shame. You're very beautiful," he said into her ear.
She turned to him and touched his hand gently. She looked into his eyes, "Please don't hurt me."
All of a sudden, she took his hand and smacked him in the face with it. Mr. Taylor held his face in pain and she knocked him out. Then, she rolled up her pant legs and grabbed her guns.
Guns were blasting all over the place. A huge monster of a man came over to Sydney and grabbed her from the back while another goon came towards her with a gun. She elbowed the goon from the back and then the other one started to fire at her. She jumped behind one of the seats and fired a single bullet straight into the middle of his head.
The one she had elbowed came towards again. She grabbed a champagne bottle she spotted on the ground and smacked him in the head with it. Shards of glass flew everywhere. To her surprise, the guy was still standing as pissed as ever.
"Shit," she thought. "What's his head made of?"
Meanwhile, Sark had already shot one goon in the kneecaps immediately after he saw Sydney smack Taylor in the face.
He was still brawling with another goon. He had blood dripping from his lips where the goon had punched him. He was busy shooting the other goon when this guy had come out from behind him and punched him in the face.
Sark stared at him and wiped the blood from his lips. He looked at the blood on his fingers and up to the guy.
"You'll pay for that," he said.
Then, Sark took a swing at the torso of the guy knocking the wind out of him. As the guy was crunched over, Sark kicked him in the stomach. When the guy was sprawled on the floor, he took his baretta and shot the guy in the back of the head.
He looked at his gun, "I told you." He paused and touched his lips again. "You would pay for that," and he shot him again.
Sark was caught by surprise when his legs were grabbed from under him by the guy he shot in the kneecaps. He stumbled to the ground besides him. The guy started punching the shit out of him.
As he fell, Sark had dropped his baretta behind a seat. In a swift motion, he kicked the guy in the face and then grabbed the gun. He shot the bastard right in the chest. But the guy grabbed him by the shirt, blood gurgling from his mouth and dropped to the floor.
All the while, Sydney was dodging the "hardheaded" goon who was swinging a knife at her. She had dropped both her guns when they came at her. He had already cut her arm as she tried to knock it out of his hands. She keep walking backwards, looking for something to hit the guy with. Then, all of a sudden she was stuck against the wall.
She could already feel the gun in her gut until she heard a shot. Then, the goon with the knife dropped right in front of her. All she heard was the sound of a gun followed by the sound of the knife falling to the ground.
As she watched the goon drop to the ground, she was surprised to see Sark holding his gun straight at her.
She smiled and said, "Thanks."
As she was saying that, she saw Mr. Taylor coming from the cockpit right behind Sark.
The silence was broken when a shot rang throughout the cabin. He was dead.
Hope this makes up for the crappie chapter I made you guys read before. Hope the fight scene made sense. Reviews are always appreciated. Thanx