icaughtmeasark
Cadet
Two Years
Sydney and Sark
PG
This is my version of the two years that Sydney went missing. the covenant ends up pairing sark and "julia" together for a few missions.
i dont own the characters, but if i did... the things i would do to mr. anders
if you think it needs a little something' somethin' please tell me. if there are plot holes the size of angelina jolie's ego, please tell me. i take criticism pretty well (as well as can be expected)...
hopefully ya'll like it.
and now on with two years
~ Chapter One ~
Julia Thorne sat in a comfortable office in the heart of Rome, Italy. Working for a terrorist organization had its rewards and also its drawbacks. The telephone rings on the desk in front of her. Self-consciously she tucks a strand of blond hair behind her ear, something that was from another lifetime ago, literally. She wishes she could have her brown hair back, but the blond is Julia’s. She picks up the phone on the third ring. “Julia Thorne? Yes, sir. I will be there.” She places the phone back onto the receiver and sighs as she leans back in her chair. McKenas Cole, her boss, would like a meeting about a new mission. Cole, that name still brought shivers to her. After everything they went through back when she was at SD-6, she still couldn’t believe he was out and walking around.
She takes a look around her office, at the beautiful, expensive furniture. Yeah, being involved in a terrorist organization definitely had it rewards. But it also had its drawbacks. Julia Thorne was only an alias for the woman who stepped into the role. She only took the name so she would be kept alive after The Covenant took her from her apartment after her fight with Allison Doren who had taken her best friends name, face and place. Her real name is Sydney Ann Bristow. And Sydney was sent to hell and back when the Covenant tried to brainwash her into being Julia Thorne. But it failed several times due to the fact that the Project Christmas training her father put her through made it impossible for her to be brainwashed. And as soon as she made the Covenant believe she was Julia Thorne, the sooner she could be let out into the world. She had called Assistant Director Kendall, who she worked with at the CIA. She was now a double agent, again, inside the Covenant and working for the CIA.
The first thing she remembered after her fight with Allison was waking up strapped to a gurney in the back of a van. She got to watch Vaughn scatter her “ashes” into the sea. All the important men in her life were their; her father, Jack, Eric Weiss, Marcus Dixon and Marshall Flinkman. Where her best friend Will Tippin was she didn’t know, she just wished that he was safe. The last time she saw him was during her fight with Allison when she fell through the bathroom door and saw him bleeding in the bathtub. The next few months were spent in a cell where the Covenant was trying to break her down and finally one day she was tired. Every time she felt herself slipping into the Julia persona Project Christmas would snap her back to reality and that was when she started making them believe she was Julia.
A knock startles her back to reality and she leans forward, as she continues looking something over in the file that was open in front of her. “Yes?” she calls.
A tall, dark and handsome man pokes his head into the office. “Julia, love,” the English accent says breaking into her thoughts. “You ready?”
“Ready for what Simon?” she asks looking up at him. Simon Walker was a Covenant lackey and a low life. She knew that if he ever found out she wasn’t Julia she was as good as dead, she knew for a fact. Once she started working for the Covenant, they paired her with Simon and things went from there.
“You always said you were ready for anything,” he jokes. Sydney looks up at Simon with a look of boredom, waiting for whatever was coming next.
“You coming in or are you just going to stand like that the whole time?” she asks looking back down at the file in front of her.
“I am going to stand like this. I don’t want you trying to kill me again, love,” he says. “But, uh, meeting with the boss, are you coming?”
“Yes, I am just finishing something up. I will be right there,” she watches as he starts to duck out. “And Simon the only reason why I tried to kill you is because you were trying to get into the girl’s pants. Where I come from, if you are sleeping with someone, then you don’t try to get into some other girl’s pants. If you do that again, I will kill you next time.” She watches as Simon nods. “And Simon, what have I told you? We are to keep a professional relationship when we are at the office.”
“Yes, Julia,” Simon says as he disappears into the hallway. Sydney gets up as she closes the file was looking over, putting it in a safe that was tucked away in a desk drawer, locking it afterward and places the drawer key in its secret place. Sydney then walks out of her office, finding Simon leaning against the hallway wall.
“Do you know what this is about?” Sydney asks. She watches as Simon shakes his head.
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They get to Cole’s office and are ushered inside. “Ms. Thorne,” a smile on his face, “Mr. Walker take a seat. I am sending you on a new op, Ms. Thorne. But you will not be accompanied with Mr. Walker, you are being given a new partner while Simon’s on his own mission,” he explains. Sydney looks down at her nails, she was bored with this conversation already. She didn’t need some newbie who didn’t know the ropes, but at the same time she could get away with her double agent duties easier. “I would like for you both to meet Julian Sark. He will be your partner, Ms. Thorne,” Cole says watching her with interest to see if she gave anything away at this new revelation.
Oh felgercarb, her mind thinks. She wishes she could verbalize this, but knew she couldn’t. Sydney takes a deep breath, letting the Julia in her take over before looking up into Sark’s blue eyes.
“Mr. Sark, I would like for you to meet Julia Thorne and Simon Walker.”
Sydney looks at Cole, then at Sark and watches as recognition passed over his face. It was gone almost as fast as it appeared. She smirks while looking Sark over. “He’s cute,” Sydney says thinking that was something Julia would say, not caring that Simon’s eyes went wide and his chip dropped to the floor.
“Yes, well, I have another meeting to get to. Op tech will provide everything for you. Here is everything you will need. See you when I get back. And Julia, if you need something just ask Mr. Sark, he has already been briefed,” Cole says handing Sydney a folder.
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Sydney gets up taking the folder from Cole. Once in the hallway, Simon throws an arm around Sydney’s shoulders in a protective manner. She rolls her eyes and turns to look at Sark who was staring at her in curiosity. “So what’s your deal?” she asks.
“Excuse me?” Sark’s English accent asks not tearing his eyes away from hers.
“What’s your deal? How did you come to work for the Covenant Sark?” she asks at the same time she shrugs out of Simon’s grasp.
“You two know each other?” Simon asks suspiciously.
Before Sark could form a thought about this particular subject, Sydney beat him to the punch. “No, we don’t, but I know of Mr. Sark. A man so famous in his shifting allegiances. I heard that he even went so far as to ally himself with the Alliance, SD-6 and Arvin Sloane. He used to work for Irina Derevko. Was it her idea or yours going to Arvin Sloane?”
“Arvin Sloane?” Simon asks testing out the name. “Is he that old chap who was obsessed with Rambaldi and then all of a sudden turned out to be a good guy? He founded that organization Omnifam? Right Julia?” The name Rambaldi will forever haunt Sydney. It’s the one name in the world she wished she would never hear again. It seems like Rambaldi is running her life. “Jules?”
“Wait, what?” Sark asks. He follows them into Sydney’s office. Simon takes a look at Sark as they both sit in chairs across from Sydney’s desk. “I have been on a little vacation, if you would,” Sark says. Vacation? she questions to herself. Yeah, right, it’s more like being in CIA custody. “I haven’t been around much of anyone, I've been in seclusion so I don’t know what is happening with Sloane.”
“Simon, don’t you have your own mission to get ready for?” Sydney asks looking at the two men across from her.
“I do, but I was thinking I could sit in on your little meeting,” Simon replies, the cockiness coming through his accent just like it does with Sark. They had the same personality and everything. That was the first thing she thought when she met Simon.
“Listen, Simon, you are leaving now,” she remarks. She sighs when Simon makes no attempt to get up. She gets up and walks over to where Simon was sitting and pulls him out of the chair by his ear. Sark smirks as they walk into the hallway. “Simon, don’t start with this felgercarb.”
“Jules, I don’t trust this guy,” Simon’s voice could be heard.
“Simon, I am an assassin. I don’t need you taking care of me. And if I have to say this one more time, Simon, you are going back to your apartment alone. When we are in the work place, our relationship is professional. Out of the office, it is a different story. I will not have this conversation with you again. Say, why don’t you go and visit one of your little girlfriends for the night? I'm sure me and Sark have a lot of work to do and we are going to be leaving shortly anyway.”
Sark shifts in his seat, taking a look at his surroundings. There was nothing personal on the walls, but a few watercolors and professional black and white photographs. He takes a look at Sydney as she takes a seat at her desk. “You really dating that jackass?”
“Listen, Mr. Sark, we are here for a job, nothing more.”
“Tell me about Arvin Sloane.” She inwardly sighs as she turns around and grabs a magazine off a table from behind her. She turns and plops it on the desk in front of Sark. He takes it gingerly. She couldn’t even believe that Sloane was supposedly a good guy now, a philanthropist if you will. That thought made her want to yak.
“They are calling him a philanthropist, but I can't believe it.”
“So have you ever had the luxury of working with Sloane?”
“No, but I knew of him, who hasn’t. He was wanted by the CIA for being head of the Alliance division SD-6. I had an unhealthy meeting with someone who Sloane called a surrogate daughter.”
“And who was that?” Sark asks. “If you don’t mind me asking.”
“A Sydney Bristow. You know her? She mentioned your name,” Sydney says leaning back and watching Sark. If he was on to her, this was a sure fire way to get him off thinking that she really was Sydney.
“Sydney Bristow is dead?” he asks, a painful expression flashing across his face.
“For all intents purposes, yes.”
“Ah,” Sark says nodding, “so that’s why Agent Wrinkles stopped coming by. He lost his precious Sydney. Her father came to see me and nearly took my head off because he thought that I had something to do with her disappearance.”
She smiles, while trying not to burst out laughing at Sark’s name for Vaughn. “Agent Wrinkles?” Sydney asks.
“Yes, Agent Michael Vaughn. He was her handler at the CIA when she was a double agent for SD-6. Arvin Sloane killed her fiancé about 3 years ago. That’s how she learned the truth about SD-6. Before you mentioned Irina Derevko. Have you met her before?” he watches as she shakes her head.
“No, but I have heard of her. She was KGB, sent to America to steal secrets from a CIA agent, Jack Bristow. They had a daughter, Sydney. When Sydney was a child, the KGB extracted her. She didn’t resurface until about two and a half years ago. She was simply known as “The Man”. And then it all came out, Irina Derevko was “The Man”. Then about a year ago, she disappeared after leading the CIA to Mexico where Arvin Sloane was hiding. You were her top agent.”
Sark nods. “Very good. Irina sent me to make a deal with Sloane. She wanted me to take down Sloane and keep an eye on Sydney and Jack. As much as Sydney didn’t think so, Irina loved her daughter very much. She wanted me to make sure that Sloane never found out of their double agent status. I was to divert Sloane’s attention from the two of them. I don’t know how he found out about their double agent status, but it wasn’t from me. I had a lot of admiration for Sydney and Jack’s work, for what they did day after day. Having to sit across from Sloane and make it look like she didn’t know the truth about everything. I also admired how she just didn’t jump across the conference room and kill him, put a bullet in his head. But she had so much compassion for some people, even after everything she has seen and done. She has this innocence about her, like she hasn’t been working for a terrorist organization, but I guess that is what happens when you don’t know until it’s too late,” Sark shrugs his shoulders. Sydney was trying not to cry at his revelation about her.
Sark has a heart? Something she never thought he had. “It sounds like you were in love with her. Were you two close? Or at least get close when you were keeping an eye on her?”
“In love?” Sark repeats. “I haven’t really thought about it. Maybe, on some level, because she was my equal in everyway. We were never close and she despised me, cause I was everything that she hated. I loved to aggravate her so much. I never got the chance to tell her any of this, but I don’t think she would have reciprocated the feelings anyway. I eventually would love to get married and start a family. Get out of this life.”
Sydney nods. “I would agree with you, Mr. Sark, but I just don’t see the point of getting out. Once your in this life, your in this life for good.” She returns to the file in front of her, going over the mission. Great, the two of us are going to be going as a married couple, can this day get any worse? she asks herself.
“May I inquire about Allison Doren?” Sark’s voice interrupts her thoughts. I just had to open my mouth, didn’t I? She looks up at Sark, who sat there still and quiet waiting for her to say something. When she doesn’t, he plows ahead. “She was sent to capture Ms. Bristow, and bring her back to Sloane. Apparently Sloane had a plan for Sydney that involves Rambaldi. I am sick and tired of that man, but that is for another day. She was supposed to deliver Sydney to Sloane but Allison never showed up. I was just wondering what happened to her?” Sydney looks back down at the file in front of her and takes a deep breath. “Ms. Thorne?”
She takes a look at her arch nemesis, who basically just confessed his love for her and sighs. “Listen, Mr. Sark, I had my orders and they were for Sydney Bristow, not Allison Doren. I don’t know what came of her after I left the fight scene. But she might not have survived; Sydney pumped some bullets into her. My employers might know something, you should ask them, not me.”
“Who McKenas Cole? That guy is an arrogant ass. He used to work for Irina, and I hated him then too. And besides, I have.”
“Yes, he is an arrogant ass, but that is besides the point. So what did my employers say?” Sydney asks glad for the interruption from having to figure out how they were going to do this mission and not so glad because she had to figure out how they were going to do this mission.
“He had no idea, like that’s a shock. He probably knows, he just can't tell me. Or maybe he really doesn’t know. Maybe the CIA took her and they have her.”
“Well, then, there is your answer,” Sydney says dropping her eyes back to the file in front of her.
Sydney and Sark
PG
This is my version of the two years that Sydney went missing. the covenant ends up pairing sark and "julia" together for a few missions.
i dont own the characters, but if i did... the things i would do to mr. anders
if you think it needs a little something' somethin' please tell me. if there are plot holes the size of angelina jolie's ego, please tell me. i take criticism pretty well (as well as can be expected)...
hopefully ya'll like it.
and now on with two years
~ Chapter One ~
Julia Thorne sat in a comfortable office in the heart of Rome, Italy. Working for a terrorist organization had its rewards and also its drawbacks. The telephone rings on the desk in front of her. Self-consciously she tucks a strand of blond hair behind her ear, something that was from another lifetime ago, literally. She wishes she could have her brown hair back, but the blond is Julia’s. She picks up the phone on the third ring. “Julia Thorne? Yes, sir. I will be there.” She places the phone back onto the receiver and sighs as she leans back in her chair. McKenas Cole, her boss, would like a meeting about a new mission. Cole, that name still brought shivers to her. After everything they went through back when she was at SD-6, she still couldn’t believe he was out and walking around.
She takes a look around her office, at the beautiful, expensive furniture. Yeah, being involved in a terrorist organization definitely had it rewards. But it also had its drawbacks. Julia Thorne was only an alias for the woman who stepped into the role. She only took the name so she would be kept alive after The Covenant took her from her apartment after her fight with Allison Doren who had taken her best friends name, face and place. Her real name is Sydney Ann Bristow. And Sydney was sent to hell and back when the Covenant tried to brainwash her into being Julia Thorne. But it failed several times due to the fact that the Project Christmas training her father put her through made it impossible for her to be brainwashed. And as soon as she made the Covenant believe she was Julia Thorne, the sooner she could be let out into the world. She had called Assistant Director Kendall, who she worked with at the CIA. She was now a double agent, again, inside the Covenant and working for the CIA.
The first thing she remembered after her fight with Allison was waking up strapped to a gurney in the back of a van. She got to watch Vaughn scatter her “ashes” into the sea. All the important men in her life were their; her father, Jack, Eric Weiss, Marcus Dixon and Marshall Flinkman. Where her best friend Will Tippin was she didn’t know, she just wished that he was safe. The last time she saw him was during her fight with Allison when she fell through the bathroom door and saw him bleeding in the bathtub. The next few months were spent in a cell where the Covenant was trying to break her down and finally one day she was tired. Every time she felt herself slipping into the Julia persona Project Christmas would snap her back to reality and that was when she started making them believe she was Julia.
A knock startles her back to reality and she leans forward, as she continues looking something over in the file that was open in front of her. “Yes?” she calls.
A tall, dark and handsome man pokes his head into the office. “Julia, love,” the English accent says breaking into her thoughts. “You ready?”
“Ready for what Simon?” she asks looking up at him. Simon Walker was a Covenant lackey and a low life. She knew that if he ever found out she wasn’t Julia she was as good as dead, she knew for a fact. Once she started working for the Covenant, they paired her with Simon and things went from there.
“You always said you were ready for anything,” he jokes. Sydney looks up at Simon with a look of boredom, waiting for whatever was coming next.
“You coming in or are you just going to stand like that the whole time?” she asks looking back down at the file in front of her.
“I am going to stand like this. I don’t want you trying to kill me again, love,” he says. “But, uh, meeting with the boss, are you coming?”
“Yes, I am just finishing something up. I will be right there,” she watches as he starts to duck out. “And Simon the only reason why I tried to kill you is because you were trying to get into the girl’s pants. Where I come from, if you are sleeping with someone, then you don’t try to get into some other girl’s pants. If you do that again, I will kill you next time.” She watches as Simon nods. “And Simon, what have I told you? We are to keep a professional relationship when we are at the office.”
“Yes, Julia,” Simon says as he disappears into the hallway. Sydney gets up as she closes the file was looking over, putting it in a safe that was tucked away in a desk drawer, locking it afterward and places the drawer key in its secret place. Sydney then walks out of her office, finding Simon leaning against the hallway wall.
“Do you know what this is about?” Sydney asks. She watches as Simon shakes his head.
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They get to Cole’s office and are ushered inside. “Ms. Thorne,” a smile on his face, “Mr. Walker take a seat. I am sending you on a new op, Ms. Thorne. But you will not be accompanied with Mr. Walker, you are being given a new partner while Simon’s on his own mission,” he explains. Sydney looks down at her nails, she was bored with this conversation already. She didn’t need some newbie who didn’t know the ropes, but at the same time she could get away with her double agent duties easier. “I would like for you both to meet Julian Sark. He will be your partner, Ms. Thorne,” Cole says watching her with interest to see if she gave anything away at this new revelation.
Oh felgercarb, her mind thinks. She wishes she could verbalize this, but knew she couldn’t. Sydney takes a deep breath, letting the Julia in her take over before looking up into Sark’s blue eyes.
“Mr. Sark, I would like for you to meet Julia Thorne and Simon Walker.”
Sydney looks at Cole, then at Sark and watches as recognition passed over his face. It was gone almost as fast as it appeared. She smirks while looking Sark over. “He’s cute,” Sydney says thinking that was something Julia would say, not caring that Simon’s eyes went wide and his chip dropped to the floor.
“Yes, well, I have another meeting to get to. Op tech will provide everything for you. Here is everything you will need. See you when I get back. And Julia, if you need something just ask Mr. Sark, he has already been briefed,” Cole says handing Sydney a folder.
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Sydney gets up taking the folder from Cole. Once in the hallway, Simon throws an arm around Sydney’s shoulders in a protective manner. She rolls her eyes and turns to look at Sark who was staring at her in curiosity. “So what’s your deal?” she asks.
“Excuse me?” Sark’s English accent asks not tearing his eyes away from hers.
“What’s your deal? How did you come to work for the Covenant Sark?” she asks at the same time she shrugs out of Simon’s grasp.
“You two know each other?” Simon asks suspiciously.
Before Sark could form a thought about this particular subject, Sydney beat him to the punch. “No, we don’t, but I know of Mr. Sark. A man so famous in his shifting allegiances. I heard that he even went so far as to ally himself with the Alliance, SD-6 and Arvin Sloane. He used to work for Irina Derevko. Was it her idea or yours going to Arvin Sloane?”
“Arvin Sloane?” Simon asks testing out the name. “Is he that old chap who was obsessed with Rambaldi and then all of a sudden turned out to be a good guy? He founded that organization Omnifam? Right Julia?” The name Rambaldi will forever haunt Sydney. It’s the one name in the world she wished she would never hear again. It seems like Rambaldi is running her life. “Jules?”
“Wait, what?” Sark asks. He follows them into Sydney’s office. Simon takes a look at Sark as they both sit in chairs across from Sydney’s desk. “I have been on a little vacation, if you would,” Sark says. Vacation? she questions to herself. Yeah, right, it’s more like being in CIA custody. “I haven’t been around much of anyone, I've been in seclusion so I don’t know what is happening with Sloane.”
“Simon, don’t you have your own mission to get ready for?” Sydney asks looking at the two men across from her.
“I do, but I was thinking I could sit in on your little meeting,” Simon replies, the cockiness coming through his accent just like it does with Sark. They had the same personality and everything. That was the first thing she thought when she met Simon.
“Listen, Simon, you are leaving now,” she remarks. She sighs when Simon makes no attempt to get up. She gets up and walks over to where Simon was sitting and pulls him out of the chair by his ear. Sark smirks as they walk into the hallway. “Simon, don’t start with this felgercarb.”
“Jules, I don’t trust this guy,” Simon’s voice could be heard.
“Simon, I am an assassin. I don’t need you taking care of me. And if I have to say this one more time, Simon, you are going back to your apartment alone. When we are in the work place, our relationship is professional. Out of the office, it is a different story. I will not have this conversation with you again. Say, why don’t you go and visit one of your little girlfriends for the night? I'm sure me and Sark have a lot of work to do and we are going to be leaving shortly anyway.”
Sark shifts in his seat, taking a look at his surroundings. There was nothing personal on the walls, but a few watercolors and professional black and white photographs. He takes a look at Sydney as she takes a seat at her desk. “You really dating that jackass?”
“Listen, Mr. Sark, we are here for a job, nothing more.”
“Tell me about Arvin Sloane.” She inwardly sighs as she turns around and grabs a magazine off a table from behind her. She turns and plops it on the desk in front of Sark. He takes it gingerly. She couldn’t even believe that Sloane was supposedly a good guy now, a philanthropist if you will. That thought made her want to yak.
“They are calling him a philanthropist, but I can't believe it.”
“So have you ever had the luxury of working with Sloane?”
“No, but I knew of him, who hasn’t. He was wanted by the CIA for being head of the Alliance division SD-6. I had an unhealthy meeting with someone who Sloane called a surrogate daughter.”
“And who was that?” Sark asks. “If you don’t mind me asking.”
“A Sydney Bristow. You know her? She mentioned your name,” Sydney says leaning back and watching Sark. If he was on to her, this was a sure fire way to get him off thinking that she really was Sydney.
“Sydney Bristow is dead?” he asks, a painful expression flashing across his face.
“For all intents purposes, yes.”
“Ah,” Sark says nodding, “so that’s why Agent Wrinkles stopped coming by. He lost his precious Sydney. Her father came to see me and nearly took my head off because he thought that I had something to do with her disappearance.”
She smiles, while trying not to burst out laughing at Sark’s name for Vaughn. “Agent Wrinkles?” Sydney asks.
“Yes, Agent Michael Vaughn. He was her handler at the CIA when she was a double agent for SD-6. Arvin Sloane killed her fiancé about 3 years ago. That’s how she learned the truth about SD-6. Before you mentioned Irina Derevko. Have you met her before?” he watches as she shakes her head.
“No, but I have heard of her. She was KGB, sent to America to steal secrets from a CIA agent, Jack Bristow. They had a daughter, Sydney. When Sydney was a child, the KGB extracted her. She didn’t resurface until about two and a half years ago. She was simply known as “The Man”. And then it all came out, Irina Derevko was “The Man”. Then about a year ago, she disappeared after leading the CIA to Mexico where Arvin Sloane was hiding. You were her top agent.”
Sark nods. “Very good. Irina sent me to make a deal with Sloane. She wanted me to take down Sloane and keep an eye on Sydney and Jack. As much as Sydney didn’t think so, Irina loved her daughter very much. She wanted me to make sure that Sloane never found out of their double agent status. I was to divert Sloane’s attention from the two of them. I don’t know how he found out about their double agent status, but it wasn’t from me. I had a lot of admiration for Sydney and Jack’s work, for what they did day after day. Having to sit across from Sloane and make it look like she didn’t know the truth about everything. I also admired how she just didn’t jump across the conference room and kill him, put a bullet in his head. But she had so much compassion for some people, even after everything she has seen and done. She has this innocence about her, like she hasn’t been working for a terrorist organization, but I guess that is what happens when you don’t know until it’s too late,” Sark shrugs his shoulders. Sydney was trying not to cry at his revelation about her.
Sark has a heart? Something she never thought he had. “It sounds like you were in love with her. Were you two close? Or at least get close when you were keeping an eye on her?”
“In love?” Sark repeats. “I haven’t really thought about it. Maybe, on some level, because she was my equal in everyway. We were never close and she despised me, cause I was everything that she hated. I loved to aggravate her so much. I never got the chance to tell her any of this, but I don’t think she would have reciprocated the feelings anyway. I eventually would love to get married and start a family. Get out of this life.”
Sydney nods. “I would agree with you, Mr. Sark, but I just don’t see the point of getting out. Once your in this life, your in this life for good.” She returns to the file in front of her, going over the mission. Great, the two of us are going to be going as a married couple, can this day get any worse? she asks herself.
“May I inquire about Allison Doren?” Sark’s voice interrupts her thoughts. I just had to open my mouth, didn’t I? She looks up at Sark, who sat there still and quiet waiting for her to say something. When she doesn’t, he plows ahead. “She was sent to capture Ms. Bristow, and bring her back to Sloane. Apparently Sloane had a plan for Sydney that involves Rambaldi. I am sick and tired of that man, but that is for another day. She was supposed to deliver Sydney to Sloane but Allison never showed up. I was just wondering what happened to her?” Sydney looks back down at the file in front of her and takes a deep breath. “Ms. Thorne?”
She takes a look at her arch nemesis, who basically just confessed his love for her and sighs. “Listen, Mr. Sark, I had my orders and they were for Sydney Bristow, not Allison Doren. I don’t know what came of her after I left the fight scene. But she might not have survived; Sydney pumped some bullets into her. My employers might know something, you should ask them, not me.”
“Who McKenas Cole? That guy is an arrogant ass. He used to work for Irina, and I hated him then too. And besides, I have.”
“Yes, he is an arrogant ass, but that is besides the point. So what did my employers say?” Sydney asks glad for the interruption from having to figure out how they were going to do this mission and not so glad because she had to figure out how they were going to do this mission.
“He had no idea, like that’s a shock. He probably knows, he just can't tell me. Or maybe he really doesn’t know. Maybe the CIA took her and they have her.”
“Well, then, there is your answer,” Sydney says dropping her eyes back to the file in front of her.
