Sydney stalked the castle cautiously, shocked not to have seen any type of security in the dozens of hallways that she had already checked. Up ahead she saw the warm glow of a fireplace and slowly approached. Seeing a figure in a chair, she raised her gun and spoke, "Step out of the chair and come where I can see you."
The figure snickered a bit, and began to get out of the chair, "Missed you, too, honey."
"You've always had a sense of humor, Sark," Sydney spat. "I expected more from you. No security, no weapon, no dazzling escape plan?"
"Who said there wasn't?" Sark smiled, putting his hands on his head in mockery.
Sydney looked uncertain for a second, then put the gun down slightly and approached Sark. Keeping her gun pointed at his chest, she used her free hand to feel for a weapon.
"Ah, I think I like this game," Sark said, licking his lips lustily.
Sydney had to stop herself from blushing as she completed her search, "This isn't a game, Sark. I don't know why you bothered to escape if you weren't planning on putting up a fight when we came to get you."
"Who said I wasn't?" Sark repeated.
"Well your plan is one I've ever seen," Sydney smirked. "Does it have another, more grand aspect we've yet to discover?"
"You're going to let me go," Sark said with a shrug.
Sydney paused, "That would be grand, if it were true."
Sark smiled confidently, which only served to further unbalance Sydney. Taking advantage of her moment of uncertainty, Sark made a play for the gun and now he had control of the situation.