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here's the next part of chapter 29!
29. QUESTIONS AND ANSWERS - part 3
After Weiss has left the room, Jack takes a chair and sits down. He looks at Sark and grins. Sark begins to look a bit uncomfortable.
"Well, well...Mr. Sark...it's just two of us now...and I think now it would be the right time to give me some answers to questions I have and you'll do yourself a favour, if you cooperate, because I'll get the answers from anyway...sooner or later." Jack informs Sark, then he adds "And believe me...sooner will be better...for you!"
"It's really very kind, how concerned you are about my well-being." Sark hisses.
"I think that was enough small talk...lets get to the point. Who's behind this masquerade and why?" Jack asks, gets up from his chair and walks closer to Sark, who raises his head and gives him an expectant look.
"Just in case that you have misunderstood me...I ask...you answer...and if you don't answer..." Jack rams his fist into Sark's stomach and while Sark gasps for air, Jack goes on "...and if you don't answer, I'll have to hurt you and believe me, I will enjoy every second of it. This, my boy...was just a little foretaste. Have I made myself clear now?"
Sark manages to nod.
"That's good...that's really good! So...again...who's behind this?"
"What makes you think, that there's somebody behind this...is it so impossible for you to believe, that this is all my work?"
"Mr. Sark, I don't want to offend you, but I think this is not your cup of tea." Jack says with an amused look, then he walks behind Sark and kneels down. He takes Sark's forefinger and begins to twist it until a cracking noise, which is followed by a loud scream of pain, is heard. Then Jack stands up and grabs Sark's chin from behind, he bends his head so that they can look into each others eyes.
"Stop fooling around and answer my questions or you'll wish that your damn mother would haver never met the bastard, that you call father!"
"It looks as if somebody hasn't made his homework, otherwise you would know, that I haven't had the pleasure to meet one of my lousy parents, so even if you'd call my mother a *h**e, I really won't care and my father...well, I think you are right...he was or maybe even is a bastard...so...Jack, you see...oh... I hope you don't mind, that I call you Jack..." Sark says with a pressed voice, but Jack doesn't let him finish, because he breaks his middle finger.
Sark screams in pain, but he goes on "So, Jack...you see...not everybody was so lucky as your sweet little daughter, who is blessed... with such...wonderful parents like you...and your beautiful wife...Laura...oh...I meant...Irina..."
Jack slowly walks in front of Sark, then he raises his clenched fist and hits his face with full force. His head flings to the side, then the chair tips over and Sark crashes straight onto the floor. Jack kicks his foot into his stomach, but Sark doesn't make a move.
"This is not the right time for taking a nap, buddy!" Jack mutters, while he leaves the room to get a bucket of water.
When he comes back, Sark's still unconscious. Jack takes the bucket and splashes the ice cold water over Sark's head. Sark begins to twitch.
"Welcome back!" Jack says and throws the bucket across the room.
"So...this is real...not a bad dream...huh?" Sark gasps.
"No, all real...but you know, sometimes also dreams can become reality!" With that, Jack kicks him into his stomach again.
"See...this was just to show you, that you are awake and now...answer my questions or your worst nightmares will seem like a children's birthday party to you after I'm through with you...are we clear?"
Meanwhile Syd, Eric and Marshall go through the SD-6 files, on which Will has worked.
"Marshall...you are the genius...so where have we read about this Doc Bonner already?" Weiss asks.
"Well...if I had this files in my PC it would be much easier, but..."
"...but we just have the same copies Will worked with...so please guys, instead of guessing where yo might have read something, go and look through all the files again...okay?" Syd interrupts Marshall.
"Okie dokie!" Eric says in a sarcastic tone and Marshall simply nods.
About thirty minutes later Marshall shouts a "Heureka!".
Syd and Weiss give him a surprised look.
"What?"
"Hooray?"
"Not Hooray...it's Heureka..."
"Which means...uh...let me guess...Hello, you are a car? ?" Eric asks.
Now it's Marshall, who looks surprised. "No, it means...I've got it! It's old greek...you know like latin...well, latin is a dead language...but how can a language be dead...have you ever thought about this...I mean, a language doesn't live, so it can't die either, or? Oh and there was this greek philosopher, who took a bath with a crown, yes...I think it was a crown and he said this when..."
"Marshall, I think this is enough now...so what have you found?" Syd wants to know.
"It's about Doctor Bonner's work...he tried to help people with burns, especially children, he worked on self-regenerating skin or something like that…and he nearly made the breakthrough..."
"Self-regenerating?" Weiss interrupts him.
"Yes...here it says, that he found a way to culture human skin...the only thing that he needs is a small piece of a human skin...no...wait...he needs a skin sample of the same person, who will later get the new synthetic skin...well, it sounds to me as if he's able to clone skin." Marshall explains.
"But that still doesn't explain, why Sark looks like Danny!" Syd tells him a little bit frustrated.
"Oh, I think I can explain that...Bonner just needed a skin sample of Danny, then he reconstructed the bonestructures of his face...then he just had to put a nutrient medium on this reconstruction...and of course Danny's skin cells...then he just had to wait until they begin to grow...and as a result you get a real and in some way also an alive mask...that looks like Danny...then he just had to found somebody how had similar facial bones structures...and here is Sark getting involved...it seems as if he was perfect...Bonner is really a genius..." Marshall looks at Syd and Weiss and quickly clears his throat. "I mean...he would have been a genius, if he had used this medical sensation for healing kids...but...oh wow...I mean, he must have found a way, that the skin is supplied with blood...Jesus...that is..."
"Weird...creepy...uuuuughhhh!" Weiss suggests.
"So you mean, this is a mask, that fits like a second skin?" Syd asks, still sounding a but frustrated, but now there's also a tone of disgust in her voice.
"Yeah, I guess you could say so." Marshall answers.
"Hey...guys...but the fingerprints...they were Danny's...I mean...did Sark use Danny's fingers...uuughhhh...this is sooo weiiiiird...am I the only one who thinks, that this is weird?" Eric asks, while shaking his body in disgust.
"The fingerprints...I've nearly forgotten about them...but I don't think that Sark uses Danny's real fingers...I guess...Bonner is also able to reproduce finger prints...maybe Sark wears Danny's fingerprints like gloves...I mean...everything is possible."
"That means, if Sark hadn't hurt his finger with the broken jewellery box, we wouldn't have got a blood sample and we would have never found out that he's not Danny...am I right?" Syd wants to know.
Marshall nods.
Back in the warehouse, Sark's sitting upright again. His face is swollen and covered with haematomas, some blood is running out of his nose and also from his mouth.
Jack Bristow is standing right in front of him and smiles. "So I was right, Sloane's behind all this, but you still haven't told me why!" He slowly begins to walk behind Sark again, but it seems as if Sark doesn't want another broken finger and he croaks, "Wait...please...I...I don't know why...why...I...have no idea what...what he's up to...I...I've asked him...many times, but I didn't get an...an answer..."
"And you really think that I'll believe you this?!" Jack asks and kneels down. "Why would you be part of...of...lets call it...operation...so why would you be part of such an operation, if you don't know the background?" With that he takes Sark's ring finger and begins to twist it very slowly.
"Money...I...I did it for the money..." Sark pants, but Jack doesn't stop and Sark adds. "And...I did it...bec...because of...of Sydney....AAARGH!"
Jack sees, that Sark begins to loose his consciousness again, he jumps up and slaps his face.
"We are still not finished! What do you want from my daughter?!" Jack, who's fuming, shouts.
"I...I...had always...a...a soft spot...for...for..your..lov...lovely daughter...didn't...you know that?" Sark manages to say. „...and I...I...thought...when...this...idiot of ....a....C...I...A...agent is out....of my way..."
"What?...What agent?....Vaughn? Sloane has Vaughn?!" Jack interrupts him, now he's more surprised than fuming.
"Yes." Is Sark's answer, before he finally looses his consciousness.
Jack turns away from him, inhales deeply and then he takes his cell-phone and begins to dial...
tbc
oh...I've forgotten something...well, I made a wallpaper for this story...are you interested in it? then I'll post it in this thread.
yeah...you are right...Vaughn will come back soon...in the 4th and last part of this chapter! but I'm sure you'll like the next one too...great Jack and Sark "conversation" krzykty57789:
Thank you so much!!!S/V:
soon all of your questions will be answered!
sintheeah:
then you'll love the next chapter too ! ny1042: :hi: welcome to this story!!! i'm glad you like it! and of course you can get a PM!
vartancrazy24:
Thank you very much!!!
Alias Fan Gillian:
Thank you!!! I'm very happy that you liked it!!!
THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR READING AND REVIEWING!!!
here's the next part of chapter 29!
29. QUESTIONS AND ANSWERS - part 3
After Weiss has left the room, Jack takes a chair and sits down. He looks at Sark and grins. Sark begins to look a bit uncomfortable.
"Well, well...Mr. Sark...it's just two of us now...and I think now it would be the right time to give me some answers to questions I have and you'll do yourself a favour, if you cooperate, because I'll get the answers from anyway...sooner or later." Jack informs Sark, then he adds "And believe me...sooner will be better...for you!"
"It's really very kind, how concerned you are about my well-being." Sark hisses.
"I think that was enough small talk...lets get to the point. Who's behind this masquerade and why?" Jack asks, gets up from his chair and walks closer to Sark, who raises his head and gives him an expectant look.
"Just in case that you have misunderstood me...I ask...you answer...and if you don't answer..." Jack rams his fist into Sark's stomach and while Sark gasps for air, Jack goes on "...and if you don't answer, I'll have to hurt you and believe me, I will enjoy every second of it. This, my boy...was just a little foretaste. Have I made myself clear now?"
Sark manages to nod.
"That's good...that's really good! So...again...who's behind this?"
"What makes you think, that there's somebody behind this...is it so impossible for you to believe, that this is all my work?"
"Mr. Sark, I don't want to offend you, but I think this is not your cup of tea." Jack says with an amused look, then he walks behind Sark and kneels down. He takes Sark's forefinger and begins to twist it until a cracking noise, which is followed by a loud scream of pain, is heard. Then Jack stands up and grabs Sark's chin from behind, he bends his head so that they can look into each others eyes.
"Stop fooling around and answer my questions or you'll wish that your damn mother would haver never met the bastard, that you call father!"
"It looks as if somebody hasn't made his homework, otherwise you would know, that I haven't had the pleasure to meet one of my lousy parents, so even if you'd call my mother a *h**e, I really won't care and my father...well, I think you are right...he was or maybe even is a bastard...so...Jack, you see...oh... I hope you don't mind, that I call you Jack..." Sark says with a pressed voice, but Jack doesn't let him finish, because he breaks his middle finger.
Sark screams in pain, but he goes on "So, Jack...you see...not everybody was so lucky as your sweet little daughter, who is blessed... with such...wonderful parents like you...and your beautiful wife...Laura...oh...I meant...Irina..."
Jack slowly walks in front of Sark, then he raises his clenched fist and hits his face with full force. His head flings to the side, then the chair tips over and Sark crashes straight onto the floor. Jack kicks his foot into his stomach, but Sark doesn't make a move.
"This is not the right time for taking a nap, buddy!" Jack mutters, while he leaves the room to get a bucket of water.
When he comes back, Sark's still unconscious. Jack takes the bucket and splashes the ice cold water over Sark's head. Sark begins to twitch.
"Welcome back!" Jack says and throws the bucket across the room.
"So...this is real...not a bad dream...huh?" Sark gasps.
"No, all real...but you know, sometimes also dreams can become reality!" With that, Jack kicks him into his stomach again.
"See...this was just to show you, that you are awake and now...answer my questions or your worst nightmares will seem like a children's birthday party to you after I'm through with you...are we clear?"
Meanwhile Syd, Eric and Marshall go through the SD-6 files, on which Will has worked.
"Marshall...you are the genius...so where have we read about this Doc Bonner already?" Weiss asks.
"Well...if I had this files in my PC it would be much easier, but..."
"...but we just have the same copies Will worked with...so please guys, instead of guessing where yo might have read something, go and look through all the files again...okay?" Syd interrupts Marshall.
"Okie dokie!" Eric says in a sarcastic tone and Marshall simply nods.
About thirty minutes later Marshall shouts a "Heureka!".
Syd and Weiss give him a surprised look.
"What?"
"Hooray?"
"Not Hooray...it's Heureka..."
"Which means...uh...let me guess...Hello, you are a car? ?" Eric asks.
Now it's Marshall, who looks surprised. "No, it means...I've got it! It's old greek...you know like latin...well, latin is a dead language...but how can a language be dead...have you ever thought about this...I mean, a language doesn't live, so it can't die either, or? Oh and there was this greek philosopher, who took a bath with a crown, yes...I think it was a crown and he said this when..."
"Marshall, I think this is enough now...so what have you found?" Syd wants to know.
"It's about Doctor Bonner's work...he tried to help people with burns, especially children, he worked on self-regenerating skin or something like that…and he nearly made the breakthrough..."
"Self-regenerating?" Weiss interrupts him.
"Yes...here it says, that he found a way to culture human skin...the only thing that he needs is a small piece of a human skin...no...wait...he needs a skin sample of the same person, who will later get the new synthetic skin...well, it sounds to me as if he's able to clone skin." Marshall explains.
"But that still doesn't explain, why Sark looks like Danny!" Syd tells him a little bit frustrated.
"Oh, I think I can explain that...Bonner just needed a skin sample of Danny, then he reconstructed the bonestructures of his face...then he just had to put a nutrient medium on this reconstruction...and of course Danny's skin cells...then he just had to wait until they begin to grow...and as a result you get a real and in some way also an alive mask...that looks like Danny...then he just had to found somebody how had similar facial bones structures...and here is Sark getting involved...it seems as if he was perfect...Bonner is really a genius..." Marshall looks at Syd and Weiss and quickly clears his throat. "I mean...he would have been a genius, if he had used this medical sensation for healing kids...but...oh wow...I mean, he must have found a way, that the skin is supplied with blood...Jesus...that is..."
"Weird...creepy...uuuuughhhh!" Weiss suggests.
"So you mean, this is a mask, that fits like a second skin?" Syd asks, still sounding a but frustrated, but now there's also a tone of disgust in her voice.
"Yeah, I guess you could say so." Marshall answers.
"Hey...guys...but the fingerprints...they were Danny's...I mean...did Sark use Danny's fingers...uuughhhh...this is sooo weiiiiird...am I the only one who thinks, that this is weird?" Eric asks, while shaking his body in disgust.
"The fingerprints...I've nearly forgotten about them...but I don't think that Sark uses Danny's real fingers...I guess...Bonner is also able to reproduce finger prints...maybe Sark wears Danny's fingerprints like gloves...I mean...everything is possible."
"That means, if Sark hadn't hurt his finger with the broken jewellery box, we wouldn't have got a blood sample and we would have never found out that he's not Danny...am I right?" Syd wants to know.
Marshall nods.
Back in the warehouse, Sark's sitting upright again. His face is swollen and covered with haematomas, some blood is running out of his nose and also from his mouth.
Jack Bristow is standing right in front of him and smiles. "So I was right, Sloane's behind all this, but you still haven't told me why!" He slowly begins to walk behind Sark again, but it seems as if Sark doesn't want another broken finger and he croaks, "Wait...please...I...I don't know why...why...I...have no idea what...what he's up to...I...I've asked him...many times, but I didn't get an...an answer..."
"And you really think that I'll believe you this?!" Jack asks and kneels down. "Why would you be part of...of...lets call it...operation...so why would you be part of such an operation, if you don't know the background?" With that he takes Sark's ring finger and begins to twist it very slowly.
"Money...I...I did it for the money..." Sark pants, but Jack doesn't stop and Sark adds. "And...I did it...bec...because of...of Sydney....AAARGH!"
Jack sees, that Sark begins to loose his consciousness again, he jumps up and slaps his face.
"We are still not finished! What do you want from my daughter?!" Jack, who's fuming, shouts.
"I...I...had always...a...a soft spot...for...for..your..lov...lovely daughter...didn't...you know that?" Sark manages to say. „...and I...I...thought...when...this...idiot of ....a....C...I...A...agent is out....of my way..."
"What?...What agent?....Vaughn? Sloane has Vaughn?!" Jack interrupts him, now he's more surprised than fuming.
"Yes." Is Sark's answer, before he finally looses his consciousness.
Jack turns away from him, inhales deeply and then he takes his cell-phone and begins to dial...
tbc
oh...I've forgotten something...well, I made a wallpaper for this story...are you interested in it? then I'll post it in this thread.
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can I ask you a question ARE YOU TRYING TO KILL ME!!!!????:thud: 
