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Chapter 15- Sleep it off
Sloane groaned in frustration as he tried to wrench open the sphere. He slammed his fist on the table.
"Why do you make this difficult Milo?" Sloane mumbled as he continued to try and figure out how he was going to open the sphere. The sphere wouldn't budge though. He sighed and raked a hand through his short hair. Sloane slammed the sphere down on the table and stalked over to his cell phone that resided on the chair in the corner and pounded the buttons angrily.
"Hello?" a woman's voice said from the other end.
"Hello Anna, this is Arvin Sloane, I heard you were outnumbered by our little friends," Sloane drawled.
"Yes, we were, they broke my arm in the process but don't worry we'll be back in the game and pay back will be in order in no time," Anna said through gritted teeth.
"Well it just so happens that I outsmarted that little group and have the sphere in my possession, I need your assistance in opening this sphere." Sloane said tapping his fingers on the table impatiently.
"Oh so now you need our help," Anna said sarcastically.
"Just get here," Sloane snapped. "If you want any say in what goes on with this prophecy, get a hold of Jack and Irina will you?"
"Fine," Anna growled.
"Good," Sloane said smiling to himself as he snapped his phone shut.
"Want a drink Syd?" Sark asked as he poured everyone a glass of Chateu Petruce, his favorite wine.
"Most definitely," Sydney said extending her hand to take a glass.
"Guys you should probably limit-" Weiss started but Vaughn, Sydney, Lauren, and Sark glared at him.
"Me and Nadia will take our leave I think and go check on Marshall or something," Weiss said quickly taking Nadia by the hand and leading her out, shutting the door behind them. They all broke our into laughter as they continued to pour themselves more wine. Soon the Chateu Patruce was gone and Sark frowned.
"Why's the patruce gone?"
"I don't know…" Lauren mumbled grabbing the bottle from Sark's hands and tipping it over to find there was not one drop left.
"Oh bloody hell give me that bottle," Sark slurred.
"There's…there's none left," Lauren whined. Sydney got up and stumbled over to the mini fridge in the corner and found there was plenty of beer.
"Ha, I found some beer," Sydney said. "Beer good."
"Beer is really really good." Vaughn laughed as he attempted to help her get a pack out of the fridge but they just ended up on top of each other. Vaughn leaned down and kissed Sydney softly on the corner of her mouth. She moaned softly and kissed him back, Vaughn ended up picking her up, and they sank down on the couch in what looked like a pretty heated make out session.
Lauren and Sark looked at each other with desire evident in their eyes. Sark closed the gap and crushed his mouth upon hers. Lauren ran her hands through Sark's short blonde hair as he moved down to her neck. The door burst open suddenly and in came a Marshall Flinkman who cried in surprise at the sight of Vaughn and Sydney making out along with Sark and Lauren doing the same at the other end of the couch. He stumbled back and ran into the door creating him to cry in pain, but was able to get himself out of the room and collapse onto the over stuffed chair in the office located across the hall.
"Crap Marshall geez what's going on?" Weiss questioned at Marshall's suddenly white face.
"They are completely should I say sloshed, and they were doing questionable things," Marshall said taking shaky breath. He shook his head trying to make the image go away. "I swear I'm scarred for life." He muttered. Nadia and Weiss looked at each other with raised eyebrows. Nadia began to laugh.
"It's not funny," Marshall growled as he began typing away on his computer and suddenly smirked. "Gotch ya."
"What?" Weiss asked looking over at the computer genius.
"It was Sloane, I can't believe I was so stupid, I should have had this figured out earlier. See if there are camera's in the stoplight systems, not only can you trace people from the stoplight but you can get images as well look here," Marshall said pointing to the screen. A man appeared wearing all black but you could see a slight smile on the face of an Arvin Sloane.
"Nice," Weiss said grinning. "Good work Marshall," he added high fiveing him.
"Let's go tell the others," Nadia said as she grabbed Weiss by the arm and dragged him out the door. They knocked but heard no answer. Both Nadia and Weiss slowly let themselves in to a room that looked like a tornado went through it. Clothes were strewn upon the floor empty beer cans lay upon the carpet. Nadia looked at the sleeping bodies on the couch who were thankfully covered with tons of blankets.
"Guys?" Nadia squeaked. There was no movement.
"Hey guys, up! Now!" Weiss yelled. All of a sudden the four of them shot up like rockets. Lauren pulled the sheet up over her and Sydney who resided at the other end of the couch pulled the sheet up over her as well.
"Can we help you?" Lauren growled.
"We came to explain the situation."
"Well do it fast," Sark snapped wrapping an arm around Lauren.
"Sloane stole the sphere and we have a location on where he is, we're following the lead and ambushing him tomorrow." Weiss finished.
"Fine whatever," Sydney grumbled pulling the sheets over her head. Weiss and Nadia just shook their heads, and headed toward the door.
"By the way guys just sleep it off," Weiss said chuckling as he shut the door.
"Bloody CIA!" Sark growled and threw a book from the nearby coffee table at Weiss but it connected with the door, and resounded with a loud crack. Lauren smirked.
"You missed," she said in a slurred tease.
"Shut up," Sark said as he kissed her roughly on the mouth.