Chapter 22

"Get this thing out of me! NOW!" Sark yelled.

"Hold on just a minute," Jim said, his own voice raised in impatience. Taking his knife out of his pocket, he pressed the button, causing the blade to fly out quickly.

"Wait!" Sark yelled. "If you remove that without de-activating it first, I'll die!"

"Oh, what a tragedy."

"Hurry UP!"

"How do I deactivate it?"

"Do you have a strong magnetic field somewhere?"

"What do you think this is? The Knight Rider?"

"The transmission."

"What?"

"The transmission creates a magnetic field. Stop the van!"

The squeal of brakes cut through the air. Sark was already out the door by the time the van stopped.

"Pop the hood!" Sark yelled. "Give me your knife!"

"Here," Jim said, tossing it. Rubbing the knife against the transmission, he magnetized it as thoroughly as possible. Taking a deep breath in, Sark plunged the knife into his neck where the transmitter chip was. "Do you see it?" Sark asked.

"Yeah, just hold on a minute." Using the tweezers that had been in the first aid kit, Jim pulled the transplant out.

"Thank you."

"Get in the van." Sark complied.

"What do you mean it didn't work?" Lindsey yelled.

"The transplant was removed before it could release the cyanide," the agent stated.

"How could it be removed without killing him?" Kendall said, badgering the agent.

"I don't know!" the agent responded irritated.

"F!" Lindsey yelled and stormed out of the room. "S, s, s," Lindsey was yelling as he stormed out of the room.

Rolling his eyes, Kendall followed after him. Sydney stopped him. "Did it work?"

Kendall shook his head. "He got away didn't he?"

"Yeah," Kendall sighed.

"Where is he?"

"He just went that way"

Sydney nodded, and rolled away. She saw him walk into the men's restroom, and after waiting a short while, rolled into the bathroom. Going over to the handicapped stall, she rolled in and listened in disgust as Lindsey grunted and groaned as he did his business. After a few minutes, she heard him flush and walk out of the stall. When the water turned on, she exited the stall. She wanted to catch him off guard.

Rolling up behind him, she saw him accidently splash water on his pants as he turned around quickly.

"Perhaps it's just me, but I learned how to hold it when I was young," Sydney snipped.

"Son of a b!" Lindsey cursed.

"We shouldn't have let Sark free. We would still have him if you hadn't..."

"Who the hell do you think you are?" Lindsey said, the vein in his head standing out visibly.

"I'm the person who's going to hold you accountable if Sark doesn't get apprehended soon!"

"Oh, you're going to hold me responsible!"

"Did I stutter?"

"What exactly is the purpose of this conversation? Did you want me to apologize...say I'm never going to make a decision that is my prerogative to make?

"This conversation is to let you know that I will take you to the mat...every time you pull something like this! I am not impressed by the fact that you play golf with the President... Letting Sark go free was moronic, and borderline criminal!"

"Did it slip your mind that I am the Director of the National Security Council? I could pick up the phone and have you thrown in the jail cell Sark just vacated...Hell, it's still warm!"

"Do it. Give me an object lesson in the abuse of power! Show me how it's done!"

"If you're finished...this is the men's room..."

"Who let you in?" With that, Sydney pushed solely on one wheel doing an about-face and rolled out of the bathroom, passing Vaughn as he was headed in.
Vaughn knew better than to ask questions. Walking into a stall, he relieved himself. The whole time, hearing Lindsey mutter obscenities under his breath.
As he walked out, Lindsey dialled his phone.

"Ms. Reed?" Jennifer said, peering in the doorway.

"Yes?"

"You have a call from Mr. Lindsey."

"I'll take it in here."

"Alright," Jennifer said and left.

Picking up the phone, she could tell that Lindsey was angry about something.

"Get packed. You're moving to L.A."

"Understood, sir," she said in her British accent.

Hanging up, Lauren looked both ways, picked up her cell phone and called her handler.

"We're sending you a file on agents Sydney Bristow and Michael Vaughn. We need you to befriend them and gain their trust."

"Okay."

"We'll pass the necessary intel to your mother."

"Understood."

Two weeks later…

Kendall looked at Sydney. "When Sark escaped, you had a coversation with Bob Lindsay in the men's room of the federal building in which you questioned his manhood. He felt like he wasn't respected enough around here and decided to send a replacement.

"I...guess I did."

"He's assigned Agent Reed here in his place."

"Hello, again."

"Hello, Agent Bristow. Nice to see you again."

"You too."

…TBC…