Sydney was tired. She had just completed a mission that had her jumping out
of airplanes, disarming terrorists, and running like hell. As she fit the
key into the lock of her apartment door, all she could think was Thank God
I'm home.
"Francie?" She yelled, knowing her friend was probably in the apartment somewhere.
Sydney heard muffled scuffling in the backroom, and the sounds of Francie cursing under her breathe. Then she heard another voice-a man's voice. Oops.thought Sydney, Oh well, at least she's getting back in the game.
"I'll just be in the kitchen!" she yelled, laughing. After what she had been going through all day, Sydney just wanted to sit down with a hot tea and a blanket. Besides, that would give Francie and her new "friend" some privacy.
As she lay down on the couch, hands cupped around a warm cup of soothing chamomile tea, she suddenly realized just how tired she was. That mission had taken a lot out of her.
"God, that was a bitch."
Sydney didn't usually swear, but in this case, it seemed more than necessary. She silently recalled her debriefing with Sloane, where all the trouble had started.
"Mr. Sark has just brought to my attention that a copy of the codebook used in Irina Derevco's operations might still be in existence in Taipei. This may be crucial to finding the means to how some important weaponry devices were built."
By devices you mean the Circumference, thought Sydney, while Slaone continued to drone on and on.
"Sydney- you and Dixon will go to Taipei posing as lovers. There is a heavy-metal club with a back way into the warehouse that used to be part of Derevco's operations. The code book is hidden in a safe on the top floor. Dixon- you will guide Sydney to the safe by hacking into the computer mainframe. It shouldn't be too difficult, hopefully you'll be back by morning." Sloane gave Sydney a smug smile.
What seemed even simpler to Sydney would be that she wouldn't need a countermission since the CIA already had the quintessential codebook to all of Derevco's operations-Derevco herself.
Of course it didn't go quite as planned.there was no codebook in the safe; only a bomb, ready to detonate in 30 seconds. Sark swore he had no idea, and that Derevco must have planted it there without his knowledge. And of course Sloane believed him.
"Bastard." Sydney had started thinking out loud. A voice behind her made her jump.
"Hard time at work again?" Francie asked, in answer to Sydney's outburst.
"The worst. Seems like you've been having a fun day though." She gave Francie a sly look.
Francie giggled a moment, "Yeah, it's been fun today-Hey! I want you to meet him! He's really cool. Chris! Hey, c'mere and meet Sydney!"
Sydney laughed and went to put her coffee cup down. Francie was definitely not shy.
She froze as she heard a voice with an oily, British accent say behind her; "pleasure to make your acquaintance, Ms.?"
Sydney turned to face Sark, smiled, and said, "Bristow, Sydney Bristow." ___________________________________________________________________________
Oh my God.Oh my God.Sydney stuck out her hand in a gesture of friendliness that made her want to vomit.
"I'm Christopher Sark."
Francie smacked him playfully.
"Jeez, Chris, lighten up! You sound like you're at a board meeting or something!" Francie laughed, "He's always so polite."
Sydney snapped out of the daze she was in, and laughed.
"Hey listen-Francie, I gotta go to work. It was nice meeting you Chris!" she yelled, hurrying out the door.
Sydney was so flustered running out that she knocked Will over as he was coming back in. Grabbing him, she pulled him around to the side of the building before he could even try getting in the door.
"What the-- ? Syd, what's wrong?"
"Don't go in there-it's Sark." Sydney was breathing heavily.
"Who's Sark? I don't understand. Syd," Will said, looking steadily at Syd's panic stricken face, "Talk to me." Taking a few moments, Sydney looked down at the ground, trying to breathe regularly and get the words out.
"Do you remember when you were kidnapped and tortured." that was a stupid question, Sydney realized, when she saw his face recalling the painful memory, " .There was a young, blonde-haired British man who shot you with a tranquilizer?"
Will's eyes widened. "Oh my God."
"Yeah. And now he's got Francie."
"He kidnapped her?!"
"No, no-" Sydney shook her head, trying to find the words to explain, "He's using her to get to me. I know he is." Sydney looked at Will. He had a look of complete anger, fright, and pain, all wrapped into one.
"I just don't want her involved in this. I didn't want you involved." Sydney began to feel a lump in her throat. Her eyes were burning. Why? Why Francie?? She doesn't know.doesn't understand.
They both say in stunned silence for a few minutes, absorbing the situation. Thoughts were running through Sydney's head a mile a minute-to cool off, she decided to imagine as many different ways to kill Sark as possible. Or how many ways she would kill Sark. Finally, Will looked at her.
"What do I need to do?" He asked in a level-headed manner.
Sydney took a breathe; "If you can, go into the house and greet him as if you've never met him before in your life," she looked at him, trying to study his emotions. In her job she specialized in this, but for once, she had no idea what he was thinking.
"I understand if you can't go in there. if you want, I can get the CIA to put you up somewhere, and I'll just tell Francie you're in isolation or something as part of your rehab." Will just looked at her.
Then he got up, and did what Sydney thought was one of the bravest things she had ever seen. He went into the house to greet Sark. Letting out a breathe, Sydney got up and went to her car. She needed to have a little chat with Vaughn.
"Francie?" She yelled, knowing her friend was probably in the apartment somewhere.
Sydney heard muffled scuffling in the backroom, and the sounds of Francie cursing under her breathe. Then she heard another voice-a man's voice. Oops.thought Sydney, Oh well, at least she's getting back in the game.
"I'll just be in the kitchen!" she yelled, laughing. After what she had been going through all day, Sydney just wanted to sit down with a hot tea and a blanket. Besides, that would give Francie and her new "friend" some privacy.
As she lay down on the couch, hands cupped around a warm cup of soothing chamomile tea, she suddenly realized just how tired she was. That mission had taken a lot out of her.
"God, that was a bitch."
Sydney didn't usually swear, but in this case, it seemed more than necessary. She silently recalled her debriefing with Sloane, where all the trouble had started.
"Mr. Sark has just brought to my attention that a copy of the codebook used in Irina Derevco's operations might still be in existence in Taipei. This may be crucial to finding the means to how some important weaponry devices were built."
By devices you mean the Circumference, thought Sydney, while Slaone continued to drone on and on.
"Sydney- you and Dixon will go to Taipei posing as lovers. There is a heavy-metal club with a back way into the warehouse that used to be part of Derevco's operations. The code book is hidden in a safe on the top floor. Dixon- you will guide Sydney to the safe by hacking into the computer mainframe. It shouldn't be too difficult, hopefully you'll be back by morning." Sloane gave Sydney a smug smile.
What seemed even simpler to Sydney would be that she wouldn't need a countermission since the CIA already had the quintessential codebook to all of Derevco's operations-Derevco herself.
Of course it didn't go quite as planned.there was no codebook in the safe; only a bomb, ready to detonate in 30 seconds. Sark swore he had no idea, and that Derevco must have planted it there without his knowledge. And of course Sloane believed him.
"Bastard." Sydney had started thinking out loud. A voice behind her made her jump.
"Hard time at work again?" Francie asked, in answer to Sydney's outburst.
"The worst. Seems like you've been having a fun day though." She gave Francie a sly look.
Francie giggled a moment, "Yeah, it's been fun today-Hey! I want you to meet him! He's really cool. Chris! Hey, c'mere and meet Sydney!"
Sydney laughed and went to put her coffee cup down. Francie was definitely not shy.
She froze as she heard a voice with an oily, British accent say behind her; "pleasure to make your acquaintance, Ms.?"
Sydney turned to face Sark, smiled, and said, "Bristow, Sydney Bristow." ___________________________________________________________________________
Oh my God.Oh my God.Sydney stuck out her hand in a gesture of friendliness that made her want to vomit.
"I'm Christopher Sark."
Francie smacked him playfully.
"Jeez, Chris, lighten up! You sound like you're at a board meeting or something!" Francie laughed, "He's always so polite."
Sydney snapped out of the daze she was in, and laughed.
"Hey listen-Francie, I gotta go to work. It was nice meeting you Chris!" she yelled, hurrying out the door.
Sydney was so flustered running out that she knocked Will over as he was coming back in. Grabbing him, she pulled him around to the side of the building before he could even try getting in the door.
"What the-- ? Syd, what's wrong?"
"Don't go in there-it's Sark." Sydney was breathing heavily.
"Who's Sark? I don't understand. Syd," Will said, looking steadily at Syd's panic stricken face, "Talk to me." Taking a few moments, Sydney looked down at the ground, trying to breathe regularly and get the words out.
"Do you remember when you were kidnapped and tortured." that was a stupid question, Sydney realized, when she saw his face recalling the painful memory, " .There was a young, blonde-haired British man who shot you with a tranquilizer?"
Will's eyes widened. "Oh my God."
"Yeah. And now he's got Francie."
"He kidnapped her?!"
"No, no-" Sydney shook her head, trying to find the words to explain, "He's using her to get to me. I know he is." Sydney looked at Will. He had a look of complete anger, fright, and pain, all wrapped into one.
"I just don't want her involved in this. I didn't want you involved." Sydney began to feel a lump in her throat. Her eyes were burning. Why? Why Francie?? She doesn't know.doesn't understand.
They both say in stunned silence for a few minutes, absorbing the situation. Thoughts were running through Sydney's head a mile a minute-to cool off, she decided to imagine as many different ways to kill Sark as possible. Or how many ways she would kill Sark. Finally, Will looked at her.
"What do I need to do?" He asked in a level-headed manner.
Sydney took a breathe; "If you can, go into the house and greet him as if you've never met him before in your life," she looked at him, trying to study his emotions. In her job she specialized in this, but for once, she had no idea what he was thinking.
"I understand if you can't go in there. if you want, I can get the CIA to put you up somewhere, and I'll just tell Francie you're in isolation or something as part of your rehab." Will just looked at her.
Then he got up, and did what Sydney thought was one of the bravest things she had ever seen. He went into the house to greet Sark. Letting out a breathe, Sydney got up and went to her car. She needed to have a little chat with Vaughn.