Ladies and Gentlemen, I give you, chapter 10!
The seedy motel they found to stay in was about the farthest thing from the Hilton Sark had ever seen but it would serve its place.
Sark flopped onto the bed the second they got into their room. Another second later he sat up, looking at Sydney, only to find her frowning. "What's…?" And then he realized. There was only one bed in the room. "Shit."
Deciding to ignore the issue in that very moment, Sark stood up and walked over to the window, pulling back the shade and opening it. The cool night breeze, accompanied by the smell of the sea immediately greeted his senses.
Pulling the window all the way up, Sark pushed his whole upper body out of the window, supporting himself with his arms for balance. The stars were amazing. Sark found it amusing how he really only appreciated simple things like stars every once in a while but when he did it was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.
"If you stick yourself any farther out that window you'll fall out…But now that I think I about it I don't really care." Sydney's voice sounded far away from outside the window and Sark decided to ignore it. He pushed himself out the window all the way, balancing his feet on the thin ledge. "Sark what are you doing!" Her voice sounded more urgent now and it made Sark smile maliciously.
"As touched as I am that you want to be a motherly figure towards me, I think I'll have to pass. It just doesn't suit you." Sark called. He found a good hold and pulled himself up to the next window sill with ease. Repeating this he soon found himself on the roof of the motel, the stars stretching out before him in an endless expanse of sky.
Looking down he noticed Sydney's brown head of hair sticking out of the window. "You've got to be the stupidest son of a bitch alive!" She hollered at him angrily.
Sark responded by turning away from the edge of the building and walking slowly to the center of the roof. In a swift motion he had lain himself against the hard surface. Resting his hands gently behind his head, Sark inhaled the fresh air deeply closing his eyes momentarily.
It seemed like ages before he opened his eyes again and only because he heard soft scraping noises. Turning his head slightly he watched Sydney pulled herself up onto the roof. He gave her a lopsided grin. "Fancy meeting you here."
Sydney rolled her eyes at him but sat down none the less. "You're absolutely out of your mind. You could get us kicked out of the motel for this."
"Well, well, well, Ms. Bristow, I never got the impression that you were such a goody-goody. Of course you're always threatening to blow my brains out whenever we're together… I'd also like to point out that you're up here too so if we do get kicked out it's not entirely my fault."
"Somebody has to keep an eye on you and make sure you don't kill anyone. And the sad part is that I mean that literally."
Sark sat up turning to face her. He waited until her deep brown eyes locked with his own blue ones letting her fall deeper and deeper into them. "Sydney…"
Sydney couldn't help but play right into Sark's fiery blue eyes and low, husky tone. She found herself leaning into him. The sound of a helicopter whirred above them, the only thing that kept her aware of the real world.
Sark had her right where he wanted her, eating out of the palm of his hand, memorized by his voice. It would be the perfect revenge for her earlier stunt, the perfect jab at her pride. Now if only he could make himself pull away.
They stayed that way, inches apart. It was a fierce battle for both a battle between attraction and common sense. Neither was about to lose by moving forward or pulling away.
However, the moment didn't last long as seconds later gunfire rained down upon them.
The shots rang out in the night air as Sark and Sydney sprinted behind an air duct for cover. Sark peeked around the corner, noting the helicopter hovering not twenty feet above them. I'm so stupid… Sark kicked himself yet again for letting Sydney interfere with the job at hand.
"Every fucking time." He said aloud, pulling out the gun tucked into his pants.
Sydney gave him a cynical look. "You know, I'm really not as surprised as I should be by this." She nodded to the gun. "When did you get it?"
"Not that this isn't important but seriously, I think our problems at hand are a little bit more important than where I got some little gun." Sark turned around the corner again, shooting at the copter.
Ropes descended from the copter and figures in black slid down the ropes , guns in hand, shooting unmercifully. Sark tried desperately to hit each of them but the gunfire was to heavy to get a definite hit.
The figures hit the ground, ambushing them both from all sides. Sark stepped in front of Sydney, shielding his body, but was knocked aside, falling hard to the ground and temporarily blacking out.
Sark came to moments later, just in time to see an unconscious Sydney being dragged up the helicopter ladder.
Pulling himself up off the ground, Sark began running towards the loose ladder that hung down from the Copter. Pushing his gun into his jeans, Sark braced himself to jump onto the ladder as he neared the end of the building.
He launched himself off of the edge of the building and momentarily flew through the air, outstretching his hands to the last rung of the ladder as it strayed farther and farther away.
In that moment Sark felt his whole life flash before him. It could all end right there in Spain. His thoughts fell away right as his bare hands came in contact with the cold metal of the rope ladder.
Pulling himself up, Sark climbed the ladder with a passionate ferocity. He reached the bottom of the copter and threw himself inside just as the ladder was cut off.
Why was that so bloody easy? Sark wondered as he crawled on his hand and knees around the back of the copter, littered with crates and boxes.
Then he saw the reason for the ease of getting aboard the copter. Sydney was awake and pissed off as hell. All three men that had ambushed then were trying to hold her down as she struggled beneath them.
Sark suppressed a smile as he watched Sydney kick, bite and scrape her way through all three of the men.
Then there was a loud bang. Sark ducked to the ground, as a bullet just grazed his left ear. Silently he snuck back into the darkness of the crates and watched as figure appeared before Sydney and all of the other men.
"Lassie, I'm not in the mood to fuck around now. So just work with me alright?" Sydney gave him a glaring stare. "And if you don't well…I'm not authorized to kill you but I could definitely shoot your fingers off. Yeah, that's within jurisdiction."
The Scottish drawl was unmistakable to Sark. Travis McLean, you son of a bitch.