TRU_GLASGOW_GAL
Cadet
Title: Expect The Unexpected
Author: Stephy
Summary: post-S3, pre-S4: Sark escapes CIA custody only to be injured and recaptured in the process, he then turns up in Russia affecting significant peoples’ lives in the process…
Disclaimer: I own nothing, as much as I would like to, everything belongs to J.J.Abrams and his ppl etc…
A/N: It sounds really cr*p an many prob tink it is, but I tink its quite gd so enjoy!
Chptr 1
2 ½ weeks after their last encounter and he still hadn’t seen any sign of Sydney and by now he knew something big had happened. He knew she had killed Lauren – of course she had, he had intended for her to do just that when he supplied her with the coordinates – so where was she. She should’ve come back to taunt him about giving up the information so easily, ah, sweet Sydney; if only you knew, he thought to himself. Even so, she would’ve returned to goad him about Lauren’s death; she obviously knew of Lauren’s affair with him, after all she and her precious Agent Vaughn are no doubt back together, he mused silently. The problem was she hadn’t, so it was clear that something was wrong with her – “Hell, something always is!” he said aloud, unintentionally, before continuing to sit silently as the guards sent quizzical looks in his direction.
It was well into the third when they came for him. He knew where they were taking him before they even told him: Camp Harris and he would be subjected to unrestricted interrogation, the smug voice of the guard in front of him said. They needn’t have bothered, he had known this day would come, true, he had expected it sooner, but still the day had come. He supposed this time, the CIA decided they didn’t want him hanging around for another two years or longer while he plotted his escape or to be traded even. He didn’t care; Hell, he would even go so far as to say he welcomed the change – sure, it would most likely be a smaller room and “unrestricted interrogation” meant a damn sure more amount of torture, but he could hack it – he’d been taught by the best, after all, he had been taught by Irina Derevko.
They led him outside, but before they had the chance to load him into the unmarked vehicle, they were ambushed. Story of my life, thought Sark as he heard the gunfire, first I get captured, then I finally figure out a way of getting out of this God forsaken place and someone has to take it upon themselves to recapture me…again! Jesus Christ – I’m really starting to get pissed off with all this!
As he made to fall to the ground, he heard the incompetent CIA’s armed guards and officers telling him to stay standing – they didn’t care about him, he could get shot for all they cared; after all he was an international terrorist and if he was shot dead in an ambush then he was really just another corpse to add to the mounting body count and well, one less problem for them to deal with. F*ck that, Sark said quietly to himself, before saying to himself, Like Hell I’m gonna do what they say – if they think I’m gonna just wait around while they use me as target practice, they’ve got another thing coming! And with that he dropped to the ground. Just as he did, he felt something pop before hearing a very distinct crack. He looked over and saw that the pain he was now experiencing was due to the fact that he had dislocated his wrist – the other side of his left handcuff was attached to an armed guard who had been escorting him. Luckily for Sark the man now lay dead on the ground so he was able to free his injured arm with ease, Must remember to thank the boy scout Agent Vaughn for breaking my arm – otherwise I’d never have got the restraints loosened and it would’ve made it a whole lot more difficult to break out of these, he thought, Neway, on with the escape…
“Not so fast, Sark!” a voice said from behind him. He turned round to see a man pointing his gun at him, surrounded by ten of his own heavily armed ‘muscle’, “Why, Arvin, so good of you to join us…” Sark said, in a sarcastic tone while his mouth turned up into his well-known smirk. Sloane cocked his gun as if in an attempt to unnerve Sark, but all it proceeded to do was allow Sark the opportunity to show Sloane not to patronize him. Sark whipped the gun out of the grasp of one of the guards nearest him and shot the guards encircling them. “Guess you knew I wouldn’t come lightly” Sark remarked with a quick glance from Sloane to the dead guards lying on the ground, and back to Sloane again. He aimed his gun at Sloane and a shot rang out…
PS. Plz rd this an post wot u tink, it wud mean so much 2 me – u have no idea
thanx
xxx
Author: Stephy
Summary: post-S3, pre-S4: Sark escapes CIA custody only to be injured and recaptured in the process, he then turns up in Russia affecting significant peoples’ lives in the process…
Disclaimer: I own nothing, as much as I would like to, everything belongs to J.J.Abrams and his ppl etc…
A/N: It sounds really cr*p an many prob tink it is, but I tink its quite gd so enjoy!
Chptr 1
2 ½ weeks after their last encounter and he still hadn’t seen any sign of Sydney and by now he knew something big had happened. He knew she had killed Lauren – of course she had, he had intended for her to do just that when he supplied her with the coordinates – so where was she. She should’ve come back to taunt him about giving up the information so easily, ah, sweet Sydney; if only you knew, he thought to himself. Even so, she would’ve returned to goad him about Lauren’s death; she obviously knew of Lauren’s affair with him, after all she and her precious Agent Vaughn are no doubt back together, he mused silently. The problem was she hadn’t, so it was clear that something was wrong with her – “Hell, something always is!” he said aloud, unintentionally, before continuing to sit silently as the guards sent quizzical looks in his direction.
It was well into the third when they came for him. He knew where they were taking him before they even told him: Camp Harris and he would be subjected to unrestricted interrogation, the smug voice of the guard in front of him said. They needn’t have bothered, he had known this day would come, true, he had expected it sooner, but still the day had come. He supposed this time, the CIA decided they didn’t want him hanging around for another two years or longer while he plotted his escape or to be traded even. He didn’t care; Hell, he would even go so far as to say he welcomed the change – sure, it would most likely be a smaller room and “unrestricted interrogation” meant a damn sure more amount of torture, but he could hack it – he’d been taught by the best, after all, he had been taught by Irina Derevko.
They led him outside, but before they had the chance to load him into the unmarked vehicle, they were ambushed. Story of my life, thought Sark as he heard the gunfire, first I get captured, then I finally figure out a way of getting out of this God forsaken place and someone has to take it upon themselves to recapture me…again! Jesus Christ – I’m really starting to get pissed off with all this!
As he made to fall to the ground, he heard the incompetent CIA’s armed guards and officers telling him to stay standing – they didn’t care about him, he could get shot for all they cared; after all he was an international terrorist and if he was shot dead in an ambush then he was really just another corpse to add to the mounting body count and well, one less problem for them to deal with. F*ck that, Sark said quietly to himself, before saying to himself, Like Hell I’m gonna do what they say – if they think I’m gonna just wait around while they use me as target practice, they’ve got another thing coming! And with that he dropped to the ground. Just as he did, he felt something pop before hearing a very distinct crack. He looked over and saw that the pain he was now experiencing was due to the fact that he had dislocated his wrist – the other side of his left handcuff was attached to an armed guard who had been escorting him. Luckily for Sark the man now lay dead on the ground so he was able to free his injured arm with ease, Must remember to thank the boy scout Agent Vaughn for breaking my arm – otherwise I’d never have got the restraints loosened and it would’ve made it a whole lot more difficult to break out of these, he thought, Neway, on with the escape…
“Not so fast, Sark!” a voice said from behind him. He turned round to see a man pointing his gun at him, surrounded by ten of his own heavily armed ‘muscle’, “Why, Arvin, so good of you to join us…” Sark said, in a sarcastic tone while his mouth turned up into his well-known smirk. Sloane cocked his gun as if in an attempt to unnerve Sark, but all it proceeded to do was allow Sark the opportunity to show Sloane not to patronize him. Sark whipped the gun out of the grasp of one of the guards nearest him and shot the guards encircling them. “Guess you knew I wouldn’t come lightly” Sark remarked with a quick glance from Sloane to the dead guards lying on the ground, and back to Sloane again. He aimed his gun at Sloane and a shot rang out…
PS. Plz rd this an post wot u tink, it wud mean so much 2 me – u have no idea
thanx
xxx