my fic was on page 7!! so, I had to do something about it...
"ERIC!" Vaughn yelled into his phone, "I DON'T have time for this. Sydney's in danger."
"All right," Weiss sighed, "But just answer me one question..." Vaughn moaned. "Now, come on, hear me out buddy," Weiss reasoned.
"Fine," Vaughn grumbled.
"Did you and Sydney....you know....last night?" Weiss asked tentatively.
"If I told you no would you believe me?"
"No."
"If I told you yes would you get the hell over here?"
"Yup."
"Fine, I slept with Sydney. Now will you get off your lazy-"
"Yeah, yeah, I'm on my way," Weiss stated. "I'll be there soon."
Vaughn snapped his phone shut and closed his eyes, resting his head against the seat. He figured it wouldn't take Weiss very long to get to the villa, since he and Kendall were still at the CIA safehouse. He had to get himself out of this car. He unbuckled his seatbelt, and tried to open the door. It was jammed. Vaughn swore under his breath. He shimmied over to the passenger side and the door swung open. He gingerly stepped out, careful not to apply to much pressure to his leg. He ripped off a piece of his undershirt and wrapped it around the wound. That would have to do for now.
Sydney sighed in frustration. Where was Vaughn? She knew he heard her say where she was, and he had always been the type of guy to show up two seconds later. Sydney looked up at the clock and realized that it had been an hour and a half. "Vaughn," she mumbled frustratedly. Just then, Sark walked in. In tow was another henchman, dripping in black. Sydney groaned. He smiled saying, "Ms. Bristow. I'm sure you know the penalty for divulging information." He smiled again, pulling a long needle full of a clear solution from his bag, "This will keep you quiet I'm sure." The other man lunged at her, holding her down. Sydney kneed him in the groin, and sent him crashing to the floor. "Two for three," she smiled sweetly.
The smile on Sark's face immediately dropped. "This can either be a clean injection," he warned, "or a messy one." He pulled yet another needle from his bag, this time, a blue solution was sloshing around inside. He held it up to the light, tapped it, and headed for her. He stopped just short of her reach. He turned back, grabbed two sets of handcuffs out of his bag, and cuffed her legs to the bed. "So many descisions," he laughed. "Clear or blue...clear or blue...." he taunted. It seemed the other guy had finally composed himself. He lunged for her again, holding down her knees. "One descision left Sydney," he laughed walking toward her. He held out one solitary finger. "In the neck," he trailed his finger lightly on her skin, making her recoil, "in the stomach," he added, moving his finger down her chest, "or..."
"IN THE ASS bi**!" cried the other guy, obviously still angry about the groin.
"Yes, thank you for putting it so eloquently," Sark replied coolly, letting his index linger for a moment on her stomach, and then removed it.
"I'd rather die than have you touch me like that you sick son-of-a--" Sydney retorted.
"Very well then," Sark interrupted, all emotion from his voice gone. He stepped over to his bag, and extracted yet another needle. This, contained a red solution. "Red, of course, usually means stop," he said, moving once again toward her. "But, in this case...it means go. Once injected, this toxin makes your blood move so fast, that your heart won't be able to redirect it, and will explode in your chest." He leaned close to her and whispered, "So. The descision remains. Clear, blue, or red?"
