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See previous chapters.
A/N: Nothing to say here, so on 2 da
story.
Chapter 4- Refreshing Sark's Memory
---Sydney's
POV---
I sat on the crate listening to Dixon chatter away about
the mission we were going on. We were inside a plane waiting to be
transported above the area for some mission. Vaughn would fill me in
on the details if I asked him to. I could tell him that I had been
troubled.
"Ok, get ready. You will parachute to the building.
Sydney you will use the codes that Vaughn gives to you to break into
the Idlabmar building and there you will retrieve the serum for the
Rambaldi artifact "linear prospective". It is the serum that he
created that could supposedly cause the body injected with it to
become immune too all types of the cold. He however, did not mean it
for that purpose. This serum is supposed to unlock another artifact
that tells the secret to preventing something." Dixon's voice
snapping me out of my thoughts.
"What does the artifact
prevent?" I asked.
"That's the thing. We don't know."
Dixon informed me.
I wondered how he could know something, but
not others. Or how come he always only knew about half of the
information needed.
"So, you ready? Agent Vaughn will give you
the codes and Agent Weiss will talk you to the right room. You
ready?" Dixon asked.
"What will you be doing?" I
questioned.
"I will be on the plane to come get you guys, in
case something goes wrong with the mission. Any other questions?"
he asked.
After a few minutes, we walked to the door and opened
it. A guy was beside the door telling us when to jump.
We were
all dressed in the usual black spy attire. I was supposed to jump
first. I waited until the guy gave me the command to jump and then I
jumped out of the plane. I fell that air pushing up on me as I fell
to the ground. After awhile I didn't feel as if I were falling at
all. I felt as if I were just floating in the air. I knew this was
the time to pull the parachute. It was almost pitch black outside,
but I had a flashlight. I had night vision goggles on to help when I
landed and getting to the building. I steered myself to area in which
I was supposed to land and then landed with a thud on the ground. The
parachute covered my body and made everything appear even more darker
than it already was. I knew not to scream however, so I just simply
and calmly pulled it off me and detached myself from the device. I
left it there, knowing that Vaughn or Weiss would take care of it and
heading towards the building. Everything appeared in a greenish tint
thanks to my night vision goggles. I hurried through the grass and up
to one of the wall of the building. I turned on my Comm. link and
signaled that I was ready.
"Ok," Weiss spoke through the
Comm. link. "You're going to want to type in the code
196754568AF"
I murmured the number out loud as I typed it in.
"196754568AF, Ok, I'm in." The door had swung opened revealing
a brightly lit corridor. I pulled off the night vision goggles and
tucked them away for later. Pulling out my gun, I begun making my way
down the hallway with my guard up. The walls were a light peach color
and lights were strung up every few feet.
"Ok, walk down the
hallway. The hallway's clear. Your going to come to a door, go
through the door."
I ran down the hallway hurrying to the door.
"I need a code for the door."
"Ok, type in pigsfly4evanever"
Weiss prompted me.
"Ok," I replied typing in the code. A small
green light flashed and the door opened. This hallway had white walls
and bright lights hang form the ceiling. Wooden doors could be found
on either side of the hallway every few feet.
"Ok go down to the
7th door on your right. Got that?" Weiss asked me.
I hurried to
the 7th door and then turned right, pushing it open. "Done."
"Now,
go to the 4th door on your left." he continued.
"Ok, going."
I answered, hurrying to the door. "I, uh, I need a code." The
door was metal with a bar on it like it was an emergency escape door.
"Type in always" Weiss informed me.
I typed it in and
hurried thorough the door. "Now what?"
"Go down to room 47
and type in-" Weiss started.
"Room 47?" I questioned a chill
going down my spine.
"Yes, room 47." Weiss repeated.
I
hurried to the room and stared at the door. It was a bright blue
color, although you could tell it was just metal painted over. There
was yet another bar over this door and a code was need to open it.
"I need a code." I informed Weiss.
"Ok, type in
47prophecySydney" Weiss enlightened me.
I paused, another chill
going down my spine wondering why my name would be in one of their
codes.
I hurriedly typed it in, erasing the thought from my mind.
"Ok, I need another code."
"What? Ok, hold on. Type in
confusionbetrayalbliss" Weiss spoke hurriedly.
I typed it in and
was surprised to see that the door didn't open. "I need another
code."
"Ok, type in peacehapiness" he instructed me.
I
typed it in and then the door opened suddenly. "It worked."
I
hurried inside and found myself in some kinda of lab. A wine rack was
on the left wall, while a lab was on the right wall. Occupying the
wall furthest from me was a couch while the wall with the door in it
held a closed cabinet.
"ok, where do I look?" I asked.
"Ok,
look in the wine rack for a hidden key. That key will open the
cabinet where you will find a piece of paper with a number or a
phrase on it. That is that test tube you must take. It's got the
serum you need. Be careful if it' a phrase that you interpret it
correctly. We can only do this once. So, no pressure?" Weiss
joked,.
"None, whatsoever," I laughed. I searched through the
wine rack and came out with a key chain holding a multitude of
keys.
"Great." I mumbled.
I hurried over to the cabinet
and began attempting to unlock it. I felt the wind blow around the
room and the sound of someone cocking their gun.
"Fancy meeting
you here." the familiar British accent greeted.
"What do you
want?" I retorted.
"You have so much fire in you." Sark
commented.
"Cut the crap." I ordered.
"See what I mean?"
he asked, moving the gun to my temple. "And that fire fuels your
hatred and your sensuality. So, I'm going to make a deal with you.
I let you open that cabinet and get the serum and you come work for
me."
"And how does that benefit me?" I asked him.
"Well,
you get the serum and you get to live." Sark enlightened
me.
"How about if I give you the serum and you tell me my
future." I demanded.
"You are curious about that subject.
Seeing as how I am the one holding the gun, you will do as I
say." Sark commanded.
"You know what, I only have one thing
to say about that." I started, staring into Sark's eyes.
"What?"
he asked with mild interest.
I kicked the gun that was held lazily
in his grip. It skidded across the floor to the other side of the
room. I attempted to throw a punch which Sark easily blocked. I
pulled out my gun training it on Sark, as I backed up attempting to
retrieve the fallen weapon. I picked up the gun and motioned for Sark
to open the cabinet.
"Now Mr. Sark, time for me to have some
fun." I started.
"And here I thought you came here for the
serum." Sark joked lightly.
I rolled my eyes and avoided
answering him. "Open it." I demanded.
Sark bent down and tried
the different keys until one key opened the cabinet. He searched and
pulled out the needed paper. He crumpled it in his grip and turned to
smirk at me.
"Well, aren't we in a pretty pickle." he
commented.
"Give me the paper Sark." I spat out training the
gun on his temple.
"As someone so brilliantly asked, 'And how
does that benefit me?'" Sark immediately dug in a pocket and
produced a single black pen. He pressed down on it without saying a
word.
Immediately my hand flew to my Comm. Link. "Hello, Boy
scout, HQ, can anyone hear me?" Instead of voices I heard static as
a response and I knew that hadn't received my message. I walked up
to Sark knowing what I would have to do. "Up against the wall"
"You do move fast." Sark commenting moving backward towards
the wall. I spied a small railing attached to the wall. I whipped out
handcuffs from my stash of items and handcuffed Sark's right hand
to the railing.
"Have fun staring at the walls. But don't
worry, I'll be back soon. Then I'll take you out and you get to
go back to that cot you love so much." I smirked.
Sark stared
at me calmly as I backed up to the door, my gun still trained on him.
As I neared the door his smirk slowly transformed into a smile. A
sick cruel smile showing that he knew something that I didn't and
it greatly unnerved me.
I pushed against the door handle and the
door as I waited for it to open. Instead the door stood concreted in
it's place; not budging a centimeter.
"Having trouble Miss
Bristow?" Sark mocked.
I pushed against the door harder,
thinking it was stuck. Repeatedly I banged into the door and time and
time again the door hadn't budged.
"Looks like you'll have
fun staring at the walls with me." he smiled.
I shot at the
door, I threw things at it, and yet I refused to budge.
I walked
up to Sark, determined to beat out of him the way out of here and
which test tube was the serum. "Which test tube is it?" I
demanded.
"Oh come on, why don't you use a little of the
all-knowing intuition of yours? Just pick one, come on I dare you.
You could always say you interpreted it wrong." Sark mocked.
My
face took on a blank expression as I took the gun and smacked him on
the side of his head.
Sark's head flew back a little form the
impact, but still he said nothing.
"So you like it rough?" he
commented. I smacked him with the gun once again, this time with less
force.
His smirk, smile, everything disappeared off his face and
was replaced with utter seriousness. "I'll tell you, if it's
necessary for you to know, you know that right?"
I nodded,
unsure of what else to say.
"So, since I'm obviously not
going anywhere and your stuck here until your pals find out your
missing and then they come bringing the army and the navy to come
rescue you even though you could survive on your own; what do you
think of those walls?" Sark asked.
"Are you high? Don't
answer that. Hey Sark. Why do you act the way you do? Don't you
ever feel a sense of jealousy against people like, let's say,
Vaughn?"
"Are you high?" Sark asked me. "If your trying to
use me to pass the time, it's not going to work. Go play with a
Barbie or something."
"I don't play with Barbies. You don't
know me at all." I reasoned.
"Is that an invite?" Sark
asked. "Besides I know you a hell of a lot better than those
rejects you call friends."
"Shut up." I ordered knowing he
was probably right.
"You know, the more you fight me, the
harder it's going to become."
"Ok, I'm going to assume to
meant fighting temptation." I assumed.
"Assume what you will.
I was just telling you that being stuck in here would be a lot better
if you just admitted you fancy me." Sark persisted, tracing the
outline of my face with his fingertips.
"You set me up, didn't
you? You knew that that door would lock. You've probably got the
key hidden somewhere on you. So, hand it over."
Sark gave me a
look of innocence as he denied it. Big mistake.
"Sark, your not
innocent, so don't try to pretend you are." I persisted.
"You
know what might refresh my memory? A bottle of Chateau
Pertreuse...'82." Sark told me, smirking.
"I bet it would."
I retorted.
A/N: Not the best chapter or cliffhanger, but I'll make the next one better, promise. You know what might make me write faster
