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PART 11
Because of her assistance in bringing down the Alliance and Arvin Sloane as well as provide valuable information about other terrorists, Irina Derevko was allowed out of her isolation cell and to reside in a secured residence on the outskirts of Los Angeles. There was a tracker surgically inserted into her shoulder, cameras mounted throughout her house and a unit of armed guards watching her at all times. If there was any hint that she might have come out of her forced retirement, she was to be sent back to the JTF headquarters, back to her cell and a review of her arrangement with the CIA that exonerated her from the death penalty.
Irina was allowed visitors but only ones that had been authorized. The list was not long, and only made up of various agents from the CIA. Of course Jack and Sydney were included on that list and it was how Sydney was able to visit her mother before her flight to New Mexico.
As she walked out to veranda around the back of the house where the security guards had told her that her mother was, Sydney caught sight of Irina through the French doors. She hadn’t changed in appearance since the first time Sydney had seen her in Taipei but things had changed a great deal in their relationship. She had gone from hating her mother after learning her true identity, to having a curiosity about her, to where they were now, a strange balance of doubt and affection.
Irina heard Sydney’s approach and turned to face her as she came out the door. “Sydney, what a pleasant surprise. Please have a seat.”
“Thank you.” Sydney said as she sat down on another chair.
Irina studied her daughter intensely before saying. “You look troubled. I do not believe it stems from problems with Agent Vaughn so I’m speculating that it has something to do with your job.”
Sydney nodded. “We received word that Liz’s mom died earlier today, her funeral is supposed to be in few days. Kendall assigned me as part of a team to go to the funeral.”
“With the hopes of capturing her as well as Sark.” Irina finished for her. It wasn’t difficult to figure out what the CIA were planning, they were very transparent when it came to capture attempts.
“Yes.” Sydney stated. “I’ve voiced my objection over it but of course Kendall ignored it.”
“I can remember a time not so long ago when you would have done whatever was possible for the chance to capture Sark.” Irina declared.
“Yes, but things change.” Sydney admitted. “I don’t try to wipe away his crimes simply because I found out that he is my brother. Nor do I excuse them because I know of how he was brought up, although I understand him more. But now I see that with Liz’s help, he has been doing some good in the world. She’s what he needed, a conscious.”
“And the fact that he saved your life does not factor in?” Irina inquired.
“Yes, it’s in there too.” Sydney answered.
“The situation you are concerned about might not occur, Julian will be vigilant and wary, and he will not allow he nor Elizabeth to be captured.” Irina stated.
Her mother’s words struck a cord in Sydney. “You called her Elizabeth. No one but Sark calls her that that I’m aware of, which means you’ve heard him refer to her by that name. And for that to have happened you had to have been in contact with him.”
“Sydney, you know as well as I that to make any kind of contact with your brother would be a breach in my agreement with the CIA.” Irina declared, not answering Sydney’s question.
Despite what she said, Sydney knew that her mother had been in contact with Sark recently, most likely since she had been moved out of the JTF headquarters, but she would never admit to it. And there would be no way to prove it. Her calculated slip was all she would divulge. “Well I should be going, my plane leaves soon.”
Irina walked Sydney to the door and as she turned to leave, Irina tenderly tucked a loose strand of hair behind her daughter’s ear. “Be careful Sydney, and remember that I love you.”
Sydney nodded, disturbed by the finality in her mother’s voice, as if she expected something to happen. But Sydney knew that if she asked, she would not get an answer. Instead she said, “Me, too Mom. I’ll see you when I get back.”
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Liz pulled the rented jeep off the main road and onto the dirt drive that would take them to Atherton’s geosphere. After they had landed in Mexico, one of Sark’s contacts had picked them up and taken them to acquire a vehicle. Liz had chosen a Jeep Ranger, not because of any nostalgia she felt for the jeep she had been riding in the last time she was there, but because the jeep was just better for driving over rough terrain. Sark had taken the first leg of the voyage, then Alex and now her; after all she was the only one who knew exactly where they were going.
Within a few minutes, the dome came into view although it was still a bit away. Despite the fact that it had been a decade since the trip to Marathon Texas, the dome looked the same to Liz. Sure the desert surrounding it had worn on it a little, but all in all, it was the same geodesic dome. Once they reached the dome, Liz pulled the jeep around to the back so that the vehicle was hidden as much as possible.
Alex looked over the building and said, “You know I’m suddenly glad I missed out on this road trip.”
“It is not the most lavish of accommodations.” Sark agreed as he looked over the dilapidated building over the top of his sunglasses. It had very unusual architecture in a very remote location and Sark wondered how Elizabeth had ever discovered such a place. Another detail to add to the mystery.
“You’re just spoiled because it isn’t one of your extravagant safe houses. We won’t be here long, and it’s just a little sand and dust, which is why I told you that clothes a little more casual then your normal were in order.” Liz replied as they stepped out of the jeep and motioned to the T-shirt, cargo pants, and boots that Sark was sexily filling out. The outfit was very similar to what Liz herself was wearing, except she was wearing a tanktop.
The three of them examined the surrounding area to make sure no one was approaching before heading for the door. Knowing that Topolsky had been there following them before, Liz looked at Alex who was messing with one of his gadgets. “What do you think? Is it clean?”
“I’m not picking up any signals. We’re clear.” Alex answered so Liz reached for the handle and turned it, but of course it was locked. She had been prepared for this and pulled out a set of lock picks. She extracted two from the pouch and inserted them into the lock. A few seconds later, the door popped open.
Inside the room was musty and showed signs of neglect, but it all looked sturdy so they didn’t have to worry about it falling down on their head. If all went well, they would only be there for a few hours anyway. Long enough to meet with Maria and Michael explain what was going on and what their next step was going to be. After surveying the building, Liz went back to the Jeep with Alex and retrieved the cooler they had left inside.
A few hours later, the three saw a car approaching the dome in the distance. They instantly went on alert but Liz relaxed after a few minutes when she recognized the two occupants inside, Michael was behind the wheel and Maria was in the passenger seat. Michael barely had the car slowed down before Maria jumped out and ran towards Liz. The two friends collided in a big hug. “God I can’t believe it’s you.”
Liz let herself relax in Maria’s embrace, it felt so good to see her again. “I missed you Maria, more then you know.”
Maria finally released Liz then and took a step back, irritation etched on her face now instead of happiness. “Then why did you disappear? You missed my wedding you know. Where have you been?” She noticed then who was with Liz. “Alex? What are you doing here? Have you known where Liz was all this time? What the hell is going on?”
Alex held up his hand to try and calm Maria as he acknowledged, “Yes, I’ve known.”
“And you’ve let me worry about her all of this time and didn’t say anything?” Maria exclaimed.
“I didn’t want to but I was doing it to protect her.” Alex admitted.
“From what we’ve heard, he’s the one she needs protection from.” Michael said as he stepped up behind Maria, with typical glare firmly planted on his face directed at Sark.
Sark didn’t bat an eye at the man he knew to be Michael’s harsh tone, he was allowing Elizabeth to handle the situation. Which she quickly did. “Guys, he’s fine. He’s with me. And I promise I will explain everything. Why don’t we go inside out of the sun? This is going to take awhile.”
Although they were ill at ease, Michael and Maria followed Liz and Alex and the still unnamed man into dome. But before Liz could begin, the group heard the approach of another vehicle. Knowing that who they had expected had already arrived, Sark was not passive. He quickly withdrew his gun from where it was tucked into the back of his waistband and headed for the door. Liz followed, not pulling out her weapon but was still just as alert. Maria and Michael watched on in shock as Alex only watched the events guardedly.
When Liz spotted the approaching jeep, she visibly relaxed. She placed her hand on Sark’s arm. “It’s okay.”
“Are you positive they are not hostile?” Sark asked.
“Oh, they’re going to be hostile but they’re not dangerous.” Liz stated as the jeep came to a stop and Max, Tess, and Isabel stumbled out.
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PART 12
Liz studied the three aliens made their way to the front of the dome, her attention mostly focused on Max. He hadn’t changed much since the last time she had seen him, a little older perhaps with stress lines around his eyes. That happened when a person lived with constant anxiety, living a life in hiding could do that to a person. Liz understood that completely. But despite that, he still looked like he always had. Just like Max.
Tess and Isabel hadn’t changed much either, Isabel still looked as if she belonged in a magazine or on a runway in France or Italy and Tess…Tess was still the exact opposite of Liz herself. Yes, they were the same height and both had a slender build, although Liz’s was more muscular now but that was where the similarities always ended.
Tess had light skin while Liz’s was tanned, she had wavy curly blonde hair instead of Liz’s long brunette locks, and blue eyes instead of brown. Tess’s blue eyes made Liz think of Sark’s for a moment and she chanced a glance at her lover. His face was expressionless but she could read what was underneath, he was not happy having so many people involved with what was going on. Especially not people that he did not know. Like her, he had evaluated the new arrivals in the few seconds that transpired as they approached the dome.
“Even after a decade, you are still just as predictable as always, Max.” Liz declared as the three aliens came within earshot of the rest of them.
“You expected them to follow us?” Maria exclaimed.
“I knew that Michael would either tell Max or if Michael acted secretive in any way, Max would be curious and either way follow him.” Liz stated, fixing her gaze on Max. “Isn’t that right Max?”
Everyone but Sark watched Liz and Max, waiting to see what would happen next. The air around them was thick, the years of friction between the two was the source of it but there was also a play for dominance. Max had always been the leader of the group but at the moment, it was Liz who had the control of the situation.
Max didn’t answer Liz’s inquiry, instead he asked. “What are you doing here, Liz?”
“I would think the answer is obvious.” Liz stated. “I came back to bury my mother.”
“You didn’t seem to be concerned about her when she was alive, why does it matter now?” Max asked, his voice was harsh in criticism.
Everyone’s eyes widened at the boldness and heartlessness behind Max’s words but Liz’s stare just narrowed as she glared at him. “Do not presume to know anything about my feelings towards my mother or anyone else for that matter. I stayed away to protect her, as I did the rest of you.”
“Liz…” Michael growled, glancing at Sark.
Liz knew Michael was trying to signal her that she was saying too much but she didn’t care so she ignored his warning to finish what she wanted to say to Max. “If you think the CIA was meddlesome after I disappeared, you should see how prying they would have gotten if I had contacted anyone here. They never would have left you alone. I only contacted Alex because he was split enough away from you guys to be safe.”
“Why is the CIA so interested in you anyway?” Isabel asked. “They would not tell us anything except…”
“Alex has kept me informed about what they were asking. I was just about to explain that to Michael and Maria when you decided to make your grand entrance.” Liz snapped. She took a deep breath to relax herself before motioning to the dome. “Not to repeat myself but why don’t we go inside and make ourselves comfortable?”
The Roswellians seemed reluctant to consent to her request, but their curiosity got the better of them and they moved forward to go into the dome. Liz moved to follow them but stopped when Sark grabbed her arm. “Elizabeth, it appears that you have not completely briefed me on our current situation and I believe you and I need to have a sizeable conversation.”
Liz gave him a small smile. “I know I haven’t been completely up front with you about what is going on. But I promise, once I’ve told them what they want to know, I will tell you too.”
Elizabeth leaned forward, pressing a short kiss to his lips before extracting her arm from his grasp and followed her ‘friends’ inside the peculiar building effectively terminating any possibility of Sark forcing the issue. Something he was not pleased about. He did not like going into any situation badly informed, therefore he did not like the state of affairs at present time. He found himself sucking on his bottom lip, resting his upper teeth on it as he watched her go inside.
It wasn’t until they had left Italy and were flying to the US that Elizabeth had shed light on her plan to sneak into her hometown. She had told him that her friends would be helpful to sneak her back in. Sark had agreed at the time, after all they were familiar with the town, including details that would have changed since Elizabeth’s last visit to Roswell. However he had not known at the time that her friends included more than Michael and Maria.
Sark was familiar with all of Elizabeth’s friends, by reputation since he had never met any of them. But he had gathered quite a bit of information from Elizabeth and Alex, not to mention a bit of his own research. He had found a few brief references of different members of the group having run ins with the law, but nothing of any great importance that should cause the level of paranoia that he had witnessed.
What was also curious to Sark was the way there seem to be a type of hierarchy of the group. He had never witnessed a chain of command so extreme in a group of non-professionals. Michael, Maria, Tess and Isabel all appeared to be subservient to Max, watching him to see what to do next. And Max seemed comfortable with the designation, carrying himself with almost a regal air to him.
Sark of course knew of Elizabeth and Max’s history, so when he had first laid eyes on Max Evans in the flesh, he had immediately evaluated the other man. Just knowing that the other man had once possessed a large amount of Elizabeth’s heart caused him to dislike him, but Sark was in no way jealous. He was confident in his relationship with Elizabeth and what her and Max had was in the past.
In the few minutes that Sark had studied him, he knew that Max was very much like Sark expected him to be. His looks were classic handsome with a strong build. It was evident that the muscles were solely from the gym and not from any type of real fighting experiences. Sark determined that even if he had to fight, Max was not the type of man who was comfortable with physical confrontation but would rather negotiate the situation or even ignore it if at all possible. The exact opposite of himself and not a personality that Sark was fond of.
As he entered the dome, he saw almost all of the eyes turn towards him in question. He could not blame them, they knew nothing of him except that he had accompanied Elizabeth and that fact made them ill at ease. And Sark was not about to make them more comfortable; instead choosing to hover around the group while Elizabeth readied herself to tell her story.
“I guess the best place to start is at the beginning, and that goes back to when we were still in college after my dad was killed. A woman by the name of Silvia Wolf approached me from the New York branch of the corporation of Credit Dauphine. She told me that I fit a certain type of profile for their employees and wanted me to come in for an interview.”
“They paid well and I was kind of in limbo so I went. It was easy clerical work but a few months later, I found out that the clerical job was not what I had really been hired for. I was hired to work for a company that used Credit Dauphine as a front. I was recruited by a covert black ops division of the CIA to become an intelligence operative.” Liz explained, pausing in her story to see everyone’s reactions, and no one disappointed her.
“Oh my God!” Maria cried at the same time that Michael practically shouted. “You work for the CIA? As in the government?”
“That’s who is in control of the CIA Michael.” Liz stated sarcastically. She glanced over at Sark to see what his response to all the veiled talk but saw him simply watching the progress with interest.
“You don’t have to be such a bitch about it,” Isabel snapped. “You can’t expect to drop this on us and not be a little surprised. We trusted you, even after you proved that you didn’t give a crap about us and you pay us back!”
“I didn’t say that you couldn’t be, Isabel, I was simply answering an obvious question.” Liz stated. “As for my work, it had nothing to do with any of you.”
“Yet you didn’t think you should warn us?” Max replied angrily despite Tess’s attempt to calm him. An action that surprised Liz but she was grateful for the effort even if it didn’t do anything. Max simply ignored it and stated. “We should have been at least been told about it.”
“You don’t understand to what lengths this agency went to keep its secret. If they found out that any of you knew, they would kill you without question along with anyone who you had told.” Liz declared. “Besides, I was out of your lives by then, so there was no chance that any association with me would turn them on to you.”
“So why are they searching for you now Liz? If you were working for the CIA, why did you leave?” Maria asked in confusion. Liz couldn’t blame her for being confused.
“Well, partly because they weren’t exactly who they said they were.” Liz sighed before beginning.
Liz continued to tell them about her time in New York, about the training that SD 4 put her through and abbreviated version of her time in Paris as well. She explained a little of what she had down for them, about the missions that she would do while telling them that she was on ‘bank’ business. When it came to talk about her time in Los Angeles, the story became more detailed. She talked about Arvin Sloane and her partnership with Sydney, leaving out Sark’s relationship with his family, and how she became involved with Sark.
“Were the CIA telling the truth about him?” Maria asked tentatively.
Liz bit her lip in uncertainty. She wanted to be honest with them, after what they were doing they deserved that but she also didn’t want to scare them. Sark was an acquired taste; a delicacy Liz loved to indulge herself in. But others, those who knew who Sark was, found themselves being very tense in his presence.
It had taken several months for Liz to get Alex to be comfortable even being in the same room as him. She hoped that the others wouldn’t be so skittish, well Maria would be that was a given but with any luck Michael would help to calm her down. “Yes, it’s true.”
The eruption of voices boomed again, echoing through out the dome. Liz’s eyes flickered to Sark again, this time seeing the amusement clearly on his face. He was taking pleasure in their reaction to him. If she had been closer to him, she would have slapped him but had to settle with rolling her eyes before holding her hands up to try and mediate the quarrelling. “Guys…guys…GUYS!”
Alex, bless his heart, decided to help Liz by putting two of his fingers in his mouth and whistling loudly just as Liz yelled. The combination had the desired effect, and the yelling halted. Liz blew out a breath, as she nodded to her friend. “Thank you Alex.”
“Anytime Lizzie.” Alex said with a wink.
“Now as I was saying, yes, most of what the CIA has told you about Sark is true. In the past, he has worked as a mercenary and more. At one time, he was third in the chain of command of a well-known terrorist organization. For these reasons, Sark is on the CIA’s most wanted list, and me as well for my involvement with him.” Liz admitted honestly.
“However, one small piece of information that the CIA failed to tell you is that Sark and I were key in bringing down another powerful terrorist cell called the Alliance two years ago. It was after that siege that we fled Los Angeles to someplace I can’t tell you about. Don’t get me wrong. Sark is a very dangerous person who has been known to kill to further his own agenda, some might say the same thing about me. But I assure you, he will not hurt you.” Liz informed them.
“Guys, I came back here to bury my mother and say my goodbyes to her. Despite the resources that Sark and I have, I need your help to do it.” Liz pleaded. She knew she was begging but she didn’t care. She knew that this was the best course of action to get her to the funeral.
“What can we do to help?” Maria asked, speaking first.
“I have the foundation of a plan to get us into town, it’s getting me to the actual funeral that is going to be difficult.” Liz explained but was cut off when Max abruptly stood up. “Liz, can we speak in the other room?”
Liz knew that this was coming, another predictable move by Max so she simply nodded. “Sure, it’s not as if we don’t have other things to do.”
Liz studied the three aliens made their way to the front of the dome, her attention mostly focused on Max. He hadn’t changed much since the last time she had seen him, a little older perhaps with stress lines around his eyes. That happened when a person lived with constant anxiety, living a life in hiding could do that to a person. Liz understood that completely. But despite that, he still looked like he always had. Just like Max.
Tess and Isabel hadn’t changed much either, Isabel still looked as if she belonged in a magazine or on a runway in France or Italy and Tess…Tess was still the exact opposite of Liz herself. Yes, they were the same height and both had a slender build, although Liz’s was more muscular now but that was where the similarities always ended.
Tess had light skin while Liz’s was tanned, she had wavy curly blonde hair instead of Liz’s long brunette locks, and blue eyes instead of brown. Tess’s blue eyes made Liz think of Sark’s for a moment and she chanced a glance at her lover. His face was expressionless but she could read what was underneath, he was not happy having so many people involved with what was going on. Especially not people that he did not know. Like her, he had evaluated the new arrivals in the few seconds that transpired as they approached the dome.
“Even after a decade, you are still just as predictable as always, Max.” Liz declared as the three aliens came within earshot of the rest of them.
“You expected them to follow us?” Maria exclaimed.
“I knew that Michael would either tell Max or if Michael acted secretive in any way, Max would be curious and either way follow him.” Liz stated, fixing her gaze on Max. “Isn’t that right Max?”
Everyone but Sark watched Liz and Max, waiting to see what would happen next. The air around them was thick, the years of friction between the two was the source of it but there was also a play for dominance. Max had always been the leader of the group but at the moment, it was Liz who had the control of the situation.
Max didn’t answer Liz’s inquiry, instead he asked. “What are you doing here, Liz?”
“I would think the answer is obvious.” Liz stated. “I came back to bury my mother.”
“You didn’t seem to be concerned about her when she was alive, why does it matter now?” Max asked, his voice was harsh in criticism.
Everyone’s eyes widened at the boldness and heartlessness behind Max’s words but Liz’s stare just narrowed as she glared at him. “Do not presume to know anything about my feelings towards my mother or anyone else for that matter. I stayed away to protect her, as I did the rest of you.”
“Liz…” Michael growled, glancing at Sark.
Liz knew Michael was trying to signal her that she was saying too much but she didn’t care so she ignored his warning to finish what she wanted to say to Max. “If you think the CIA was meddlesome after I disappeared, you should see how prying they would have gotten if I had contacted anyone here. They never would have left you alone. I only contacted Alex because he was split enough away from you guys to be safe.”
“Why is the CIA so interested in you anyway?” Isabel asked. “They would not tell us anything except…”
“Alex has kept me informed about what they were asking. I was just about to explain that to Michael and Maria when you decided to make your grand entrance.” Liz snapped. She took a deep breath to relax herself before motioning to the dome. “Not to repeat myself but why don’t we go inside and make ourselves comfortable?”
The Roswellians seemed reluctant to consent to her request, but their curiosity got the better of them and they moved forward to go into the dome. Liz moved to follow them but stopped when Sark grabbed her arm. “Elizabeth, it appears that you have not completely briefed me on our current situation and I believe you and I need to have a sizeable conversation.”
Liz gave him a small smile. “I know I haven’t been completely up front with you about what is going on. But I promise, once I’ve told them what they want to know, I will tell you too.”
Elizabeth leaned forward, pressing a short kiss to his lips before extracting her arm from his grasp and followed her ‘friends’ inside the peculiar building effectively terminating any possibility of Sark forcing the issue. Something he was not pleased about. He did not like going into any situation badly informed, therefore he did not like the state of affairs at present time. He found himself sucking on his bottom lip, resting his upper teeth on it as he watched her go inside.
It wasn’t until they had left Italy and were flying to the US that Elizabeth had shed light on her plan to sneak into her hometown. She had told him that her friends would be helpful to sneak her back in. Sark had agreed at the time, after all they were familiar with the town, including details that would have changed since Elizabeth’s last visit to Roswell. However he had not known at the time that her friends included more than Michael and Maria.
Sark was familiar with all of Elizabeth’s friends, by reputation since he had never met any of them. But he had gathered quite a bit of information from Elizabeth and Alex, not to mention a bit of his own research. He had found a few brief references of different members of the group having run ins with the law, but nothing of any great importance that should cause the level of paranoia that he had witnessed.
What was also curious to Sark was the way there seem to be a type of hierarchy of the group. He had never witnessed a chain of command so extreme in a group of non-professionals. Michael, Maria, Tess and Isabel all appeared to be subservient to Max, watching him to see what to do next. And Max seemed comfortable with the designation, carrying himself with almost a regal air to him.
Sark of course knew of Elizabeth and Max’s history, so when he had first laid eyes on Max Evans in the flesh, he had immediately evaluated the other man. Just knowing that the other man had once possessed a large amount of Elizabeth’s heart caused him to dislike him, but Sark was in no way jealous. He was confident in his relationship with Elizabeth and what her and Max had was in the past.
In the few minutes that Sark had studied him, he knew that Max was very much like Sark expected him to be. His looks were classic handsome with a strong build. It was evident that the muscles were solely from the gym and not from any type of real fighting experiences. Sark determined that even if he had to fight, Max was not the type of man who was comfortable with physical confrontation but would rather negotiate the situation or even ignore it if at all possible. The exact opposite of himself and not a personality that Sark was fond of.
As he entered the dome, he saw almost all of the eyes turn towards him in question. He could not blame them, they knew nothing of him except that he had accompanied Elizabeth and that fact made them ill at ease. And Sark was not about to make them more comfortable; instead choosing to hover around the group while Elizabeth readied herself to tell her story.
“I guess the best place to start is at the beginning, and that goes back to when we were still in college after my dad was killed. A woman by the name of Silvia Wolf approached me from the New York branch of the corporation of Credit Dauphine. She told me that I fit a certain type of profile for their employees and wanted me to come in for an interview.”
“They paid well and I was kind of in limbo so I went. It was easy clerical work but a few months later, I found out that the clerical job was not what I had really been hired for. I was hired to work for a company that used Credit Dauphine as a front. I was recruited by a covert black ops division of the CIA to become an intelligence operative.” Liz explained, pausing in her story to see everyone’s reactions, and no one disappointed her.
“Oh my God!” Maria cried at the same time that Michael practically shouted. “You work for the CIA? As in the government?”
“That’s who is in control of the CIA Michael.” Liz stated sarcastically. She glanced over at Sark to see what his response to all the veiled talk but saw him simply watching the progress with interest.
“You don’t have to be such a bitch about it,” Isabel snapped. “You can’t expect to drop this on us and not be a little surprised. We trusted you, even after you proved that you didn’t give a crap about us and you pay us back!”
“I didn’t say that you couldn’t be, Isabel, I was simply answering an obvious question.” Liz stated. “As for my work, it had nothing to do with any of you.”
“Yet you didn’t think you should warn us?” Max replied angrily despite Tess’s attempt to calm him. An action that surprised Liz but she was grateful for the effort even if it didn’t do anything. Max simply ignored it and stated. “We should have been at least been told about it.”
“You don’t understand to what lengths this agency went to keep its secret. If they found out that any of you knew, they would kill you without question along with anyone who you had told.” Liz declared. “Besides, I was out of your lives by then, so there was no chance that any association with me would turn them on to you.”
“So why are they searching for you now Liz? If you were working for the CIA, why did you leave?” Maria asked in confusion. Liz couldn’t blame her for being confused.
“Well, partly because they weren’t exactly who they said they were.” Liz sighed before beginning.
Liz continued to tell them about her time in New York, about the training that SD 4 put her through and abbreviated version of her time in Paris as well. She explained a little of what she had down for them, about the missions that she would do while telling them that she was on ‘bank’ business. When it came to talk about her time in Los Angeles, the story became more detailed. She talked about Arvin Sloane and her partnership with Sydney, leaving out Sark’s relationship with his family, and how she became involved with Sark.
“Were the CIA telling the truth about him?” Maria asked tentatively.
Liz bit her lip in uncertainty. She wanted to be honest with them, after what they were doing they deserved that but she also didn’t want to scare them. Sark was an acquired taste; a delicacy Liz loved to indulge herself in. But others, those who knew who Sark was, found themselves being very tense in his presence.
It had taken several months for Liz to get Alex to be comfortable even being in the same room as him. She hoped that the others wouldn’t be so skittish, well Maria would be that was a given but with any luck Michael would help to calm her down. “Yes, it’s true.”
The eruption of voices boomed again, echoing through out the dome. Liz’s eyes flickered to Sark again, this time seeing the amusement clearly on his face. He was taking pleasure in their reaction to him. If she had been closer to him, she would have slapped him but had to settle with rolling her eyes before holding her hands up to try and mediate the quarrelling. “Guys…guys…GUYS!”
Alex, bless his heart, decided to help Liz by putting two of his fingers in his mouth and whistling loudly just as Liz yelled. The combination had the desired effect, and the yelling halted. Liz blew out a breath, as she nodded to her friend. “Thank you Alex.”
“Anytime Lizzie.” Alex said with a wink.
“Now as I was saying, yes, most of what the CIA has told you about Sark is true. In the past, he has worked as a mercenary and more. At one time, he was third in the chain of command of a well-known terrorist organization. For these reasons, Sark is on the CIA’s most wanted list, and me as well for my involvement with him.” Liz admitted honestly.
“However, one small piece of information that the CIA failed to tell you is that Sark and I were key in bringing down another powerful terrorist cell called the Alliance two years ago. It was after that siege that we fled Los Angeles to someplace I can’t tell you about. Don’t get me wrong. Sark is a very dangerous person who has been known to kill to further his own agenda, some might say the same thing about me. But I assure you, he will not hurt you.” Liz informed them.
“Guys, I came back here to bury my mother and say my goodbyes to her. Despite the resources that Sark and I have, I need your help to do it.” Liz pleaded. She knew she was begging but she didn’t care. She knew that this was the best course of action to get her to the funeral.
“What can we do to help?” Maria asked, speaking first.
“I have the foundation of a plan to get us into town, it’s getting me to the actual funeral that is going to be difficult.” Liz explained but was cut off when Max abruptly stood up. “Liz, can we speak in the other room?”
Liz knew that this was coming, another predictable move by Max so she simply nodded. “Sure, it’s not as if we don’t have other things to do.”
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I hope you guys like the next part. It's the Liz/Max part. I hope that no one is disappointed by it. I want to thank Roswell Slayer (Sara) for the Italian translation.
PART 13
Liz was familiar with the layout of the dome, both from the trip before and when she had scouted it earlier in the day so she led Max to one of the rear rooms of the dome. She would have simply taken him outside but she knew that the ‘talk’ would get heated and didn’t want the others trapped inside.
She wasn’t looking forward to this talk but knew that it was coming; it was years in the making. And it wasn’t the only talk she was going to have before the day was out, and Liz wasn’t sure which one she was the most unexcited about, this one with Max or the one with Sark she would have later.
Max watched as Liz walked around the room. Despite the fact that he had been the one to initiate it, he was apprehensive about the talk. But when he saw the faint outline of the butt of a gun under the back of Liz’s shirt, he couldn’t help blurting out. “This isn’t you, Liz.”
Liz stopped her walking in mid stride. “Yes, it is Max. You might not want to believe it because you think that this isn’t how I’m supposed to be but take a good look, Max because this is who I am. The girl you saved all those years ago is a different person now.”
Max shook his head in disagreement. “I don’t believe it. The Liz I know used to want to be a scientist, she had dreams that didn’t include guns, and spies.”
“Yeah, well she grew up. She had to if she wanted to survive.” Liz rationalized. “The naïve girl who made up those dreams didn’t know that aliens really existed, she didn’t have to worry about FBI agents posing as a school counselor, or deputies as FBI agents, and she didn’t have to worry about alien destinies.”
“So you’re blaming me?” Max asked loudly.
“No Max, I’m not.” Liz admitted truthfully. “I went into the whole situation with your secret with my eyes open, pushed my way in if I was honest about it. But you have to realize that by experiencing all of that, it changed how I looked at my life and effected how I lived it.”
“And it led you to here? What kind of life is this? You’ve been on the run for two years, you gave up everyone you care about.” Max asked.
"You have no right to judge my life, you don't know what these last years have been like for me! You haven’t been there." Liz shouted.
"You made sure of that didn't you? Tell me when you came to my room that night and gave me that speech, was Sark what you pictured when you told me you wanted to fall in love with someone normal?" Max questioned.
“Compared to you Sark is normal.” Liz snapped back.
“He’s killed people.” Max stated.
“So have I,” Liz retorted in anger, she knew what point that Max was making but Liz ignored it. She had killed people and regretted it but she wasn’t going to admit it to Max. No, she wanted to make him angry so she went in for the hit below the belt. “For that matter so have you, all of you. Pierce, Whitaker, the skins. All of us had some hand in committing murder before we were even eighteen.”
Liz’s words stung him deeply, mostly because Max knew she was right. “Those were in self defense. And you know what I mean, he’s an assassin.”
“Yes, he is. I know his crimes better then anyone here. But Sark’s never hidden what he is. What you see is what you get with him. And because of the life he’s led he understands me, he was there when I had to lie to everyone else in my life and I didn’t have to lie to him, except for about one thing. You and your secret, and I’m not going to lie any more.” Liz announced in an unwavering yet dismissive tone as she moved to leave the room.
But Max’s hand reaching out to grab her left arm stopped her. “We’re not done talking yet.”
“Let go of me.” Liz demanded through gritted teeth. When he didn’t release her, Liz brought her right hand and seized Max’s wrist while whipping her foot on the same side out and bringing her heel done on his ankle, effectively sweeping his leg out from under him. His hand dropped away from her arm as he fell to the ground.
Max looked up at Liz in shock but before he could find his tongue to say anything, a muffled sound alerted them that they were not alone in the room. Sark’s imposing form filled the doorway, and both of them could tell by the expression on his face that he had heard what had just happened. He marched over to Liz before quietly murmuring in Italian, “Lei stanno bene?”(Are you okay?)
“Sì, sono bello. Me ha sorpreso più poi niente.” (Yeah, I’m fine. He surprised me more then anything.) Liz replied back, speaking in Italian just as Sark had. She knew why he had spoken in Italian not to mention why he had chose it. They were both fluent in the language of course, even before they moved to Italy permanently, so it was almost as natural to them as English. But the reason was so that Max would not understand them. A way to make Max ill at ease and give Sark the advantage.
Sark stroked her arm where Max’s hand had been, eyeing the red marks as he did. “Poiché la sua conversazione con Massimo sembra avere concluso, io poche parole di avere elaborate per lui mie.” (Since your conversation with Max seems to have concluded, I fancy having a few words for him myself.)
Liz recognized the tone in his voice and knew that he did not mean to have a simple conversation with Max. “Julian. ... Sono bello. Non questo è necessario, ha imparato la sua lezione e non lo farà ancora.” (Julian…I’m fine. This isn’t necessary, he learned his lesson and won’t do it again)
“E mi assicurerò di quel fatto. Adesso se lei ci scuserà.” (And I will make sure that make sure of that fact. Now if you’ll excuse us.) Sark stated seriously.
Liz stared at him for a minute in shock. He was totally blowing her off, so that he could exert his male dominance over Max. And that could be dangerous when it was Sark doing it. Of course, Max had his own toys to use if things got violent. And at the moment, Sark pissed her off enough that she hoped he got an alien zap to his cute little ass.
Sark watched Elizabeth storm out of the room, he understood her anger but that didn’t not change his mind-set at the moment. When she was gone, he turned to address Max who was still sitting on the floor. He stuck out his hand to the fallen man to be of assistance to help him up.
Max eyed the hand suspiciously but still took the offer. When Sark’s hand met his, he knew he had made a mistake. Sark used his grip to yank Max up off the floor in one fluid motion before ramming him backwards and pinning him to the nearest wall. The blow had a lot of force behind it, enough to knock the wind out of Max’s lungs but he was clear headed enough to be scared of the gun he found pointed at his head.
"Elizabeth says that you can help her to get into Roswell, for that I won't kill you. However if you ever raise your voice to Elizabeth, or lay a hand on her again, you might survive the altercation, but you will wish you hadn't. And I assure you, I am very qualified to do so." Sark declared in warning. “Do we understand each other?”
In any other circumstances, Max would have brought his hand up and produce a shield to protect himself. But Sark had his arms trapped in a way that didn’t allow him to move. Finding himself helpless, Max looked from the gun to Sark’s face and saw the coldest, most menacing eyes he had ever seen. And it was those callous eyes that rammed the threat home triggering him to nod in understanding. When he did, Sark released his hold on him and lowered the gun but did not holster it.
Keeping his guard up in case Max decided to do anything foolish, Sark stated. “Now I believe your ‘wife’ is mostly likely waiting for you, and Elizabeth will need verification that I did not kill you as soon as she departed so I suggest we withdraw to the outer room.”
Max righted his clothes as he stared at the man who had just threatened him. While the relationship between him and Liz had all but vanished in the past decade, he still cared about her, still cared about what happened to her. It didn’t mean that he didn’t love Tess any less, it was just how he was. And he didn’t like the idea of her being with Sark. The man was dangerous, after the display he had just given him, there was no in Max’s mind about it.
Liz’s recent revelation about her life had floored him, he would never have thought things would be so chaotic in her life. He wondered what the next couple of days would be like. They would help Liz, despite the threat of discovery by the CIA and he would do whatever he could to prevent that and protect the others. And maybe, just maybe they could all talk Liz out of hiding and away from Sark.
As Max left the room, Sark could tell that while the other man took his threat seriously, Max could still pose a problem for them. Sark was not worried, he could handle him easily however it could muddle things up for Elizabeth and possibly even get them captured. And he would not allow that to happen.
PART 13
Liz was familiar with the layout of the dome, both from the trip before and when she had scouted it earlier in the day so she led Max to one of the rear rooms of the dome. She would have simply taken him outside but she knew that the ‘talk’ would get heated and didn’t want the others trapped inside.
She wasn’t looking forward to this talk but knew that it was coming; it was years in the making. And it wasn’t the only talk she was going to have before the day was out, and Liz wasn’t sure which one she was the most unexcited about, this one with Max or the one with Sark she would have later.
Max watched as Liz walked around the room. Despite the fact that he had been the one to initiate it, he was apprehensive about the talk. But when he saw the faint outline of the butt of a gun under the back of Liz’s shirt, he couldn’t help blurting out. “This isn’t you, Liz.”
Liz stopped her walking in mid stride. “Yes, it is Max. You might not want to believe it because you think that this isn’t how I’m supposed to be but take a good look, Max because this is who I am. The girl you saved all those years ago is a different person now.”
Max shook his head in disagreement. “I don’t believe it. The Liz I know used to want to be a scientist, she had dreams that didn’t include guns, and spies.”
“Yeah, well she grew up. She had to if she wanted to survive.” Liz rationalized. “The naïve girl who made up those dreams didn’t know that aliens really existed, she didn’t have to worry about FBI agents posing as a school counselor, or deputies as FBI agents, and she didn’t have to worry about alien destinies.”
“So you’re blaming me?” Max asked loudly.
“No Max, I’m not.” Liz admitted truthfully. “I went into the whole situation with your secret with my eyes open, pushed my way in if I was honest about it. But you have to realize that by experiencing all of that, it changed how I looked at my life and effected how I lived it.”
“And it led you to here? What kind of life is this? You’ve been on the run for two years, you gave up everyone you care about.” Max asked.
"You have no right to judge my life, you don't know what these last years have been like for me! You haven’t been there." Liz shouted.
"You made sure of that didn't you? Tell me when you came to my room that night and gave me that speech, was Sark what you pictured when you told me you wanted to fall in love with someone normal?" Max questioned.
“Compared to you Sark is normal.” Liz snapped back.
“He’s killed people.” Max stated.
“So have I,” Liz retorted in anger, she knew what point that Max was making but Liz ignored it. She had killed people and regretted it but she wasn’t going to admit it to Max. No, she wanted to make him angry so she went in for the hit below the belt. “For that matter so have you, all of you. Pierce, Whitaker, the skins. All of us had some hand in committing murder before we were even eighteen.”
Liz’s words stung him deeply, mostly because Max knew she was right. “Those were in self defense. And you know what I mean, he’s an assassin.”
“Yes, he is. I know his crimes better then anyone here. But Sark’s never hidden what he is. What you see is what you get with him. And because of the life he’s led he understands me, he was there when I had to lie to everyone else in my life and I didn’t have to lie to him, except for about one thing. You and your secret, and I’m not going to lie any more.” Liz announced in an unwavering yet dismissive tone as she moved to leave the room.
But Max’s hand reaching out to grab her left arm stopped her. “We’re not done talking yet.”
“Let go of me.” Liz demanded through gritted teeth. When he didn’t release her, Liz brought her right hand and seized Max’s wrist while whipping her foot on the same side out and bringing her heel done on his ankle, effectively sweeping his leg out from under him. His hand dropped away from her arm as he fell to the ground.
Max looked up at Liz in shock but before he could find his tongue to say anything, a muffled sound alerted them that they were not alone in the room. Sark’s imposing form filled the doorway, and both of them could tell by the expression on his face that he had heard what had just happened. He marched over to Liz before quietly murmuring in Italian, “Lei stanno bene?”(Are you okay?)
“Sì, sono bello. Me ha sorpreso più poi niente.” (Yeah, I’m fine. He surprised me more then anything.) Liz replied back, speaking in Italian just as Sark had. She knew why he had spoken in Italian not to mention why he had chose it. They were both fluent in the language of course, even before they moved to Italy permanently, so it was almost as natural to them as English. But the reason was so that Max would not understand them. A way to make Max ill at ease and give Sark the advantage.
Sark stroked her arm where Max’s hand had been, eyeing the red marks as he did. “Poiché la sua conversazione con Massimo sembra avere concluso, io poche parole di avere elaborate per lui mie.” (Since your conversation with Max seems to have concluded, I fancy having a few words for him myself.)
Liz recognized the tone in his voice and knew that he did not mean to have a simple conversation with Max. “Julian. ... Sono bello. Non questo è necessario, ha imparato la sua lezione e non lo farà ancora.” (Julian…I’m fine. This isn’t necessary, he learned his lesson and won’t do it again)
“E mi assicurerò di quel fatto. Adesso se lei ci scuserà.” (And I will make sure that make sure of that fact. Now if you’ll excuse us.) Sark stated seriously.
Liz stared at him for a minute in shock. He was totally blowing her off, so that he could exert his male dominance over Max. And that could be dangerous when it was Sark doing it. Of course, Max had his own toys to use if things got violent. And at the moment, Sark pissed her off enough that she hoped he got an alien zap to his cute little ass.
Sark watched Elizabeth storm out of the room, he understood her anger but that didn’t not change his mind-set at the moment. When she was gone, he turned to address Max who was still sitting on the floor. He stuck out his hand to the fallen man to be of assistance to help him up.
Max eyed the hand suspiciously but still took the offer. When Sark’s hand met his, he knew he had made a mistake. Sark used his grip to yank Max up off the floor in one fluid motion before ramming him backwards and pinning him to the nearest wall. The blow had a lot of force behind it, enough to knock the wind out of Max’s lungs but he was clear headed enough to be scared of the gun he found pointed at his head.
"Elizabeth says that you can help her to get into Roswell, for that I won't kill you. However if you ever raise your voice to Elizabeth, or lay a hand on her again, you might survive the altercation, but you will wish you hadn't. And I assure you, I am very qualified to do so." Sark declared in warning. “Do we understand each other?”
In any other circumstances, Max would have brought his hand up and produce a shield to protect himself. But Sark had his arms trapped in a way that didn’t allow him to move. Finding himself helpless, Max looked from the gun to Sark’s face and saw the coldest, most menacing eyes he had ever seen. And it was those callous eyes that rammed the threat home triggering him to nod in understanding. When he did, Sark released his hold on him and lowered the gun but did not holster it.
Keeping his guard up in case Max decided to do anything foolish, Sark stated. “Now I believe your ‘wife’ is mostly likely waiting for you, and Elizabeth will need verification that I did not kill you as soon as she departed so I suggest we withdraw to the outer room.”
Max righted his clothes as he stared at the man who had just threatened him. While the relationship between him and Liz had all but vanished in the past decade, he still cared about her, still cared about what happened to her. It didn’t mean that he didn’t love Tess any less, it was just how he was. And he didn’t like the idea of her being with Sark. The man was dangerous, after the display he had just given him, there was no in Max’s mind about it.
Liz’s recent revelation about her life had floored him, he would never have thought things would be so chaotic in her life. He wondered what the next couple of days would be like. They would help Liz, despite the threat of discovery by the CIA and he would do whatever he could to prevent that and protect the others. And maybe, just maybe they could all talk Liz out of hiding and away from Sark.
As Max left the room, Sark could tell that while the other man took his threat seriously, Max could still pose a problem for them. Sark was not worried, he could handle him easily however it could muddle things up for Elizabeth and possibly even get them captured. And he would not allow that to happen.
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Here is a new part, it might surprise some of you about who is in it.
PART 14
After the incident with Max and Sark’s snub, Liz decided she needed some air so after leaving the back room she kept walking until she was outside. She heard Maria shouting her name but she acted as if she hadn’t heard it. She had yet to have a one on one with Maria and needed some time alone first.
However when Liz heard the door squeak as it reopened behind her, she knew that wasn’t going to happen. “Maria…I need a few minutes here.”
“Uh…I’m not Maria.”
Liz’s eyes widened in surprise as she turned to face Tess. “Oh, sorry. I just thought Maria had followed me out.”
“She wanted to but I asked her if I could instead.” Tess explained. Maria had tried to chase after Liz but Tess, knowing why Liz was upset, had offered to go after her. She wanted to talk to Liz, really talk to her and now seemed like a good opportunity to do so, possibly the only one.
“Why? Planning on finishing where your husband didn’t in reaming me about the choices I’ve made in my life?” Liz asked curtly, not in the mood for another argument.
“No. While there are many things I love about Max, his bossiness is not one of them. He maybe King but he doesn’t always realize that he is not everyone’s king.” Tess stated honestly.
“And he wonders why he was overthrown.” Liz grumbled softly as she began to pace a little between the parked cars. “So if you’re not out here to lecture me, why did you offer to come out here?”
“To talk to you. I’ve wanted to talk to you one to one for quite some time but never had the chance.” Tess explained. “I wanted to thank you.”
Liz looked at her, completely confused. “Thank me for what?”
“For giving up Max. You knew that his destiny lay elsewhere even if he didn’t. Even going so far as to stage the scene with Kyle so that Max would catch you in bed together and push him away for good.” Tess clarified.
“I didn’t stage anything, Kyle and I did sleep together that night.” Liz said lying.
Tess’s lips curved up a little in a smile. “Kyle told me the truth years ago, Liz.”
Liz had learned too long ago to mask her emotions so her face did not reflect the complete surprise she felt. “And what truth would that be?”
“The training that you received is definitely top notch because if I didn’t know better, I would believe you.” Tess stated. “But I know what Kyle told me. True he was very drunk but he lucid enough to tell me about how you came to him and asked him to help set up it so Max would see you.”
“You didn’t tell him why but he knew that Max had been trying to get back with you and he figured that you were trying to get him to leave you alone. And after the plan worked and Max pushed you away, that a few months later that you really did sleep together but you both decided that it was a mistake and you left for Florida shortly after.”
“That’s sounds like quite the drunken tale Kyle spun.” Liz stated.
“Liz, you don’t have to lie. Until now, I never told anyone what Kyle told me and I don’t plan to tell anyone else any time soon. I just wanted to let you know that I appreciate what you did.” Tess acknowledged. “I know how much you loved him and how much it hurt to do it but you gave him up. That took a lot of courage, more then I have. In addition to a huge amount of self-sacrifice and I respect you for that.”
Liz studied Tess for a minute, trying to gauge if the other woman was speaking sincerely. And by all appearances, she was. “That must be difficult for you considering you use to hate me.”
“Envy you is more like it. When I came to Roswell, you had everything I was suppose to.” Tess admitted reluctantly. “But time has passed and in that time I’ve changed, as you of all people can appreciate.”
Liz nodded. “You’re right, you have changed. We all have. None of us are the teenagers we were so long ago, we’ve grown up and changed more then we ever thought we would.”
“And fall in love with people we never thought we would perhaps?” Tess asked.
“I thought you were always in love with Max? Even before you came to Roswell.” Liz stated, not catching the meaning behind Tess’s words.
“I wasn’t talking about me, I was talk about you.” Tess replied.
“Stay out of my head Tess.” Liz said warningly. “My thoughts and memories are mine.”
“I don’t have to be in your head to know the conflict you would have felt when you became involved with Sark.” Tess declared. “It must have been difficult for you.”
“Being involved with a man like Sark would never be easy, whether I considered him my enemy or not.” Liz stated. “And while I’ve thought of how things could have been done differently, but I won’t apologize for any of it.”
“No one’s asking you to, well I’m not asking you to anyway.” Tess said. “Max will come around, and if he doesn’t, he’ll still help you.”
“Max is worried about Sark knowing your secret.” Liz said butting in, acknowledging something she knew Tess would bring up shortly. “And until now, I never told Sark the truth. I always told him half-truths or evaded the subject entirely. But after everything he’s heard, there’s no way that I am not going to get away with that anymore.”
“No, I don’t suppose you will.” Tess agreed. “And considering what he might see over the next few days, it might be better if he knew a head of time. The line of reasoning is though, can we trust him?”
“Yes, once I explain things to him, he won’t tell anyone. Although he might try to recruit a few of you so as to take advantage of your powers.” Liz confessed honestly. There had been many times over the years where she had thought that the aliens’ powers would come in handy when she was in the field, Tess’s ability to mindwarp especially and she knew that Sark would think something similar.
Tess smiled slyly once again. “Don’t tell Michael that, he’s always trying to figure out a way to use his powers to make money.”
“Sark would capitalize on that desire.” Liz stated then decided to end this conversation before past the point of no return. “You might want to go inside and check on Max. Sark witnessed a…minor disagreement between the two of us, and Max maybe in need of healing.”
Tess nodded before turning back to head inside although before she took a step, she heard Liz say. “Thanks Tess. For just coming out and talking to me, not making any demands or anything.”
“You’re welcome, Liz.” Tess said in acceptance before heading to the dome.
As Tess reached the door to the dome, it opened inwards and Sark came out. But aside from a curt nod, he paid no attention to Tess, instead heading straight to Liz. Tess watched for a minute as Sark approached her, she could see that he did so cautiously. And for good measure because Liz looked upset at him. Years of living on the outside looking in had given Tess an education in watching people and it was interesting to see the two interacting.
Tess felt Max come up behind her before she heard him, and knew that he was watching the same thing she was. “The two are fascinating aren’t they?”
“Nauseating is a more accurate description.” Max remarked.
“If I didn’t know that you hadn’t gotten over Liz years ago, I would think you were jealous Max.” Tess retorted.
Max realized how horrible he was acting and how much he was hurting his wife and he felt guilty. He put his arm around her and pulled her close. “I’m sorry Tess. I know I’m not being fair to you.”
“I know she was your first love Max, but just remember that referring to it as your ‘first’ implies over.” Tess stated. “From everything I’ve seen and heard, Liz doesn’t need you to protect her. She can do it herself.”
Max said nothing in response, only nodded halfheartedly, unsure if it was the truth but willing to drop the subject for the moment in favor of wondering what Liz and Sark was talking about.
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PART 14
After the incident with Max and Sark’s snub, Liz decided she needed some air so after leaving the back room she kept walking until she was outside. She heard Maria shouting her name but she acted as if she hadn’t heard it. She had yet to have a one on one with Maria and needed some time alone first.
However when Liz heard the door squeak as it reopened behind her, she knew that wasn’t going to happen. “Maria…I need a few minutes here.”
“Uh…I’m not Maria.”
Liz’s eyes widened in surprise as she turned to face Tess. “Oh, sorry. I just thought Maria had followed me out.”
“She wanted to but I asked her if I could instead.” Tess explained. Maria had tried to chase after Liz but Tess, knowing why Liz was upset, had offered to go after her. She wanted to talk to Liz, really talk to her and now seemed like a good opportunity to do so, possibly the only one.
“Why? Planning on finishing where your husband didn’t in reaming me about the choices I’ve made in my life?” Liz asked curtly, not in the mood for another argument.
“No. While there are many things I love about Max, his bossiness is not one of them. He maybe King but he doesn’t always realize that he is not everyone’s king.” Tess stated honestly.
“And he wonders why he was overthrown.” Liz grumbled softly as she began to pace a little between the parked cars. “So if you’re not out here to lecture me, why did you offer to come out here?”
“To talk to you. I’ve wanted to talk to you one to one for quite some time but never had the chance.” Tess explained. “I wanted to thank you.”
Liz looked at her, completely confused. “Thank me for what?”
“For giving up Max. You knew that his destiny lay elsewhere even if he didn’t. Even going so far as to stage the scene with Kyle so that Max would catch you in bed together and push him away for good.” Tess clarified.
“I didn’t stage anything, Kyle and I did sleep together that night.” Liz said lying.
Tess’s lips curved up a little in a smile. “Kyle told me the truth years ago, Liz.”
Liz had learned too long ago to mask her emotions so her face did not reflect the complete surprise she felt. “And what truth would that be?”
“The training that you received is definitely top notch because if I didn’t know better, I would believe you.” Tess stated. “But I know what Kyle told me. True he was very drunk but he lucid enough to tell me about how you came to him and asked him to help set up it so Max would see you.”
“You didn’t tell him why but he knew that Max had been trying to get back with you and he figured that you were trying to get him to leave you alone. And after the plan worked and Max pushed you away, that a few months later that you really did sleep together but you both decided that it was a mistake and you left for Florida shortly after.”
“That’s sounds like quite the drunken tale Kyle spun.” Liz stated.
“Liz, you don’t have to lie. Until now, I never told anyone what Kyle told me and I don’t plan to tell anyone else any time soon. I just wanted to let you know that I appreciate what you did.” Tess acknowledged. “I know how much you loved him and how much it hurt to do it but you gave him up. That took a lot of courage, more then I have. In addition to a huge amount of self-sacrifice and I respect you for that.”
Liz studied Tess for a minute, trying to gauge if the other woman was speaking sincerely. And by all appearances, she was. “That must be difficult for you considering you use to hate me.”
“Envy you is more like it. When I came to Roswell, you had everything I was suppose to.” Tess admitted reluctantly. “But time has passed and in that time I’ve changed, as you of all people can appreciate.”
Liz nodded. “You’re right, you have changed. We all have. None of us are the teenagers we were so long ago, we’ve grown up and changed more then we ever thought we would.”
“And fall in love with people we never thought we would perhaps?” Tess asked.
“I thought you were always in love with Max? Even before you came to Roswell.” Liz stated, not catching the meaning behind Tess’s words.
“I wasn’t talking about me, I was talk about you.” Tess replied.
“Stay out of my head Tess.” Liz said warningly. “My thoughts and memories are mine.”
“I don’t have to be in your head to know the conflict you would have felt when you became involved with Sark.” Tess declared. “It must have been difficult for you.”
“Being involved with a man like Sark would never be easy, whether I considered him my enemy or not.” Liz stated. “And while I’ve thought of how things could have been done differently, but I won’t apologize for any of it.”
“No one’s asking you to, well I’m not asking you to anyway.” Tess said. “Max will come around, and if he doesn’t, he’ll still help you.”
“Max is worried about Sark knowing your secret.” Liz said butting in, acknowledging something she knew Tess would bring up shortly. “And until now, I never told Sark the truth. I always told him half-truths or evaded the subject entirely. But after everything he’s heard, there’s no way that I am not going to get away with that anymore.”
“No, I don’t suppose you will.” Tess agreed. “And considering what he might see over the next few days, it might be better if he knew a head of time. The line of reasoning is though, can we trust him?”
“Yes, once I explain things to him, he won’t tell anyone. Although he might try to recruit a few of you so as to take advantage of your powers.” Liz confessed honestly. There had been many times over the years where she had thought that the aliens’ powers would come in handy when she was in the field, Tess’s ability to mindwarp especially and she knew that Sark would think something similar.
Tess smiled slyly once again. “Don’t tell Michael that, he’s always trying to figure out a way to use his powers to make money.”
“Sark would capitalize on that desire.” Liz stated then decided to end this conversation before past the point of no return. “You might want to go inside and check on Max. Sark witnessed a…minor disagreement between the two of us, and Max maybe in need of healing.”
Tess nodded before turning back to head inside although before she took a step, she heard Liz say. “Thanks Tess. For just coming out and talking to me, not making any demands or anything.”
“You’re welcome, Liz.” Tess said in acceptance before heading to the dome.
As Tess reached the door to the dome, it opened inwards and Sark came out. But aside from a curt nod, he paid no attention to Tess, instead heading straight to Liz. Tess watched for a minute as Sark approached her, she could see that he did so cautiously. And for good measure because Liz looked upset at him. Years of living on the outside looking in had given Tess an education in watching people and it was interesting to see the two interacting.
Tess felt Max come up behind her before she heard him, and knew that he was watching the same thing she was. “The two are fascinating aren’t they?”
“Nauseating is a more accurate description.” Max remarked.
“If I didn’t know that you hadn’t gotten over Liz years ago, I would think you were jealous Max.” Tess retorted.
Max realized how horrible he was acting and how much he was hurting his wife and he felt guilty. He put his arm around her and pulled her close. “I’m sorry Tess. I know I’m not being fair to you.”
“I know she was your first love Max, but just remember that referring to it as your ‘first’ implies over.” Tess stated. “From everything I’ve seen and heard, Liz doesn’t need you to protect her. She can do it herself.”
Max said nothing in response, only nodded halfheartedly, unsure if it was the truth but willing to drop the subject for the moment in favor of wondering what Liz and Sark was talking about.
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I'm glad that everyone seems surprised by Tess's behavior. The way I see her, she is very secure in her relationship with Max. She's had him for years, and she sees that Liz is not a threat so she doesn't have to be spiteful.
Here's a little bit of explanation on what happened to Liz, more detail to come later.
PART 15
As soon as Liz and Max retreated to the back room to talk, the meeting broke up into smaller clusters. Tess started talking to Maria and Michael about what Liz had just told them whereas Alex spoke to Sark, and Isabel was left by herself. Michael was dealing with Maria along with Tess so she didn’t feel she needed to help there, and while she wanted to talk to Alex, she didn’t want to approach him while talking with Sark. Knowing that the man had killed without remorse, usually for money, made Isabel uncomfortable around Sark. So she chose to wait until Alex would be alone.
The opportunity came less than a few minutes later when Sark and Alex parted company, Sark going towards the door that Liz and Max had exited through whilst Alex settled himself down at a table where a laptop, one she assumed was Alex’s, had been setup. He was busy typing on the keyboard when she approached. “Alex, can we talk?”
“I’m kind of busy here Isabel.” Alex answered, not looking up from his keyboard as he did.
“What are you working on that’s so important that you can’t talk to me for a minute?” Isabel questioned..
“I am to be hacking into all of the surrounding airports and downloading their flight plans. It’s not common knowledge so there’s a sizeable firewall but nothing I haven’t gotten through before.” Alex stated.
“Why?” Isabel asked.
“So as to track the CIA’s movements.” Alex answered. “Whoever they send will be flying into the area, mostly like by private jet. All aircraft have to file a flight plan, well the pilots that abide by the law and aren’t bought off do anyway, and as a result I can establish when they arrive. Then we can establish who they sent and work on tracking them by the comm. signatures. Something that will help to keep us from getting captured.”
Isabel’s mouth dropped open in astonishment. “Alex, I can’t believe that you are like this.”
“Like what?”
“Like…like a criminal. Talking about knowing how to avoid authorities, and ways that people break the law. You sound like a professional criminal.” Isabel explained. “I can’t believe that Liz would make you do this.”
“Liz didn’t make me do anything, it was my choice to work with her and Sark.” Alex stated. “Besides, how is it any different then when I used to use the same skills when it was for you guys except that I’m a lot better hacker now?”
Before Alex could answer, Liz came storming out of the back. Maria called after her as she headed for the front door of the dome but Liz either didn’t hear her or chose not to. Alex watched in surprise as Tess blocked Maria from going after Liz, instead going out herself.
Alex knew that Liz was pissed off, not a good thing considering that she was armed. He hoped that her and Tess didn’t get in an argument and she use it. That could make things difficult. Alex looked around the room and saw that Sark had disappeared too and he wondered where he had gone. Then he realized that the last time he had seen him was by the door to where Liz and Max had gone.
Alex had a bad feeling that Sark had decided to pop in on the talk. And if that was true, then Max and Sark were now alone in the back room with Liz and Tess alone out front. Not good. But before he could try to do anything, Isabel decided to begin their conversation again by arguing what he had just said.
“That was different, that was a matter of survival against people who would cut us open and experiment on us, this is for profit.” Isabel declared.
“Well despite what the CIA has told you and what happened in the past, things have changed. The work the three of us do is not solely for profit. Yes, we do get money out of it but we do it for other reasons.” Alex said.
“Like what?” Isabel asked.
“To cut a long story short, we steal but only from bad guys, and when we do Sark and Liz gain access to the bad guys’ business and we dismantle them. Because you see, these guys are really bad, gun dealers, and terrorists, just to name a few. So once we find out everything we need, we pocket some of their funds and send all damaging information to the CIA who then take them into custody and they are out of business.” Alex justified.
“I can’t imagine someone like Sark doing something like that. Is there any possibility that they are just eliminating their competition?” Isabel asked.
“No.” Alex stated firmly, almost shouting at her.
His voice so forceful that Isabel knew he was completely confident in his answer. And she could tell that she was starting to anger him by that question. “Sorry.”
Alex realized that he had been a little gruff in his answer and said, “Me, too. It’s just that what you said trivializes what we do and I won’t allow that.”
“This really means a lot to you doesn’t it?” Isabel asked.
Alex nodded. “Not just me, Sark’s not the do gooder type, but it keeps him busy and generates cash flow. And it’s Liz’s baby so he’s agreeable solely for that reason. He’d do about anything if she asked him to.”
“I just don’t see Sark as the love struck type.” Isabel commented.
“He’s not, but that doesn’t mean that he doesn’t love Liz. Their relationship is different then most peoples. It’s hard to explain, they had secrets and mysteries to each other but they simply accept them. They don’t have to know every detail of each other’s pasts.” Alex acknowledged.
“Very strange.” Isabel remarked.
Alex shrugged. “Yeah, well it’s not like their lives are very ordinary. The two of them put their lives in each other’s hands constantly, and have to have trust in each other to be there. And I’ve seen what Sark is willing to do for her and I will never question his loyalty to Liz ever again.”
“Why did your voice take on such an ominous tone?” Isabel asked, and something in Alex’s face caused her to ask.
Alex blew out a breath and wished he had ended this conversation way before it got to this point. “A while back, Sark got a tip from a contact about a group who was smuggling unknown goods for a very high profit. The group was out of Germany and new but considered to be dangerous.”
“When we first heard about them, we didn’t know what they were smuggling but within a few weeks of researching, we found out. They were abducting women in the region of Southeast Asia, natives and tourists and after what they called ‘conditioning’ would ship them into Western Europe to be worked as prostitutes. This ‘conditioning’ consisted of beatings, rapes, and any other cruelty they could come up with to break the women’s spirits.”
“Oh my God!” Isabel exclaimed in revulsion.
“The problem was that the authorities had not been able to track where they took the women to try and bring down their operation.” Alex stated. “It wasn’t something we normally would have done but by that time, Liz was determined to stop them before they could hurt anyone else.”
Remembering how Liz’s mind used to work, Isabel had a sick feeling she knew what the human had done to stop the group. “You don’t mean she…”
“Did what she had been trained to do. Sark and I tried to talk her out of it, but there was no changing her mind. The plan was really simple. She would set herself up, knowing that eventually they would take the bait. Then we would track her until we found their base of operations and take a team in to extract her.”
“But there was the tricky part. She couldn’t use a comm. that we could track and most other run of the mill Optec would be detected when she was searched. She had me insert a biosensor/tracker on her, it would not only lead us to where they would take her but we could have a constant reading of her life signs, an extra safety precaution. The tracker was set on a timer so it wouldn’t become active for twelve hours. She didn’t want to take the chance that if she was scanned when she was taken that they find a signal and she didn’t think they would start on her conditioning in that amount of time. Sark didn’t like the idea a bit, they argued quite a bit about it, Liz even threatened to take off for a little while and do it herself. So he agreed to do it.”
“The plan worked and she was taken…” Alex stated his voice wavering a bit. “When the tracker was activated, it gave us the reading that told us her location, just like we were hoping. But the biosensor’s readings were not good, they showed that Liz’s body was under a lot of stress. And by the data that we received, we could tell that Liz was in trouble that she had been injured. However her location was farther away from ours then we had anticipated therefore it was going to take some time to get to her. But we traveled as quickly as we could.”
“And what happened then?” Isabel asked intrigued.
“We went in after her.” Alex answered simply.
Here's a little bit of explanation on what happened to Liz, more detail to come later.
PART 15
As soon as Liz and Max retreated to the back room to talk, the meeting broke up into smaller clusters. Tess started talking to Maria and Michael about what Liz had just told them whereas Alex spoke to Sark, and Isabel was left by herself. Michael was dealing with Maria along with Tess so she didn’t feel she needed to help there, and while she wanted to talk to Alex, she didn’t want to approach him while talking with Sark. Knowing that the man had killed without remorse, usually for money, made Isabel uncomfortable around Sark. So she chose to wait until Alex would be alone.
The opportunity came less than a few minutes later when Sark and Alex parted company, Sark going towards the door that Liz and Max had exited through whilst Alex settled himself down at a table where a laptop, one she assumed was Alex’s, had been setup. He was busy typing on the keyboard when she approached. “Alex, can we talk?”
“I’m kind of busy here Isabel.” Alex answered, not looking up from his keyboard as he did.
“What are you working on that’s so important that you can’t talk to me for a minute?” Isabel questioned..
“I am to be hacking into all of the surrounding airports and downloading their flight plans. It’s not common knowledge so there’s a sizeable firewall but nothing I haven’t gotten through before.” Alex stated.
“Why?” Isabel asked.
“So as to track the CIA’s movements.” Alex answered. “Whoever they send will be flying into the area, mostly like by private jet. All aircraft have to file a flight plan, well the pilots that abide by the law and aren’t bought off do anyway, and as a result I can establish when they arrive. Then we can establish who they sent and work on tracking them by the comm. signatures. Something that will help to keep us from getting captured.”
Isabel’s mouth dropped open in astonishment. “Alex, I can’t believe that you are like this.”
“Like what?”
“Like…like a criminal. Talking about knowing how to avoid authorities, and ways that people break the law. You sound like a professional criminal.” Isabel explained. “I can’t believe that Liz would make you do this.”
“Liz didn’t make me do anything, it was my choice to work with her and Sark.” Alex stated. “Besides, how is it any different then when I used to use the same skills when it was for you guys except that I’m a lot better hacker now?”
Before Alex could answer, Liz came storming out of the back. Maria called after her as she headed for the front door of the dome but Liz either didn’t hear her or chose not to. Alex watched in surprise as Tess blocked Maria from going after Liz, instead going out herself.
Alex knew that Liz was pissed off, not a good thing considering that she was armed. He hoped that her and Tess didn’t get in an argument and she use it. That could make things difficult. Alex looked around the room and saw that Sark had disappeared too and he wondered where he had gone. Then he realized that the last time he had seen him was by the door to where Liz and Max had gone.
Alex had a bad feeling that Sark had decided to pop in on the talk. And if that was true, then Max and Sark were now alone in the back room with Liz and Tess alone out front. Not good. But before he could try to do anything, Isabel decided to begin their conversation again by arguing what he had just said.
“That was different, that was a matter of survival against people who would cut us open and experiment on us, this is for profit.” Isabel declared.
“Well despite what the CIA has told you and what happened in the past, things have changed. The work the three of us do is not solely for profit. Yes, we do get money out of it but we do it for other reasons.” Alex said.
“Like what?” Isabel asked.
“To cut a long story short, we steal but only from bad guys, and when we do Sark and Liz gain access to the bad guys’ business and we dismantle them. Because you see, these guys are really bad, gun dealers, and terrorists, just to name a few. So once we find out everything we need, we pocket some of their funds and send all damaging information to the CIA who then take them into custody and they are out of business.” Alex justified.
“I can’t imagine someone like Sark doing something like that. Is there any possibility that they are just eliminating their competition?” Isabel asked.
“No.” Alex stated firmly, almost shouting at her.
His voice so forceful that Isabel knew he was completely confident in his answer. And she could tell that she was starting to anger him by that question. “Sorry.”
Alex realized that he had been a little gruff in his answer and said, “Me, too. It’s just that what you said trivializes what we do and I won’t allow that.”
“This really means a lot to you doesn’t it?” Isabel asked.
Alex nodded. “Not just me, Sark’s not the do gooder type, but it keeps him busy and generates cash flow. And it’s Liz’s baby so he’s agreeable solely for that reason. He’d do about anything if she asked him to.”
“I just don’t see Sark as the love struck type.” Isabel commented.
“He’s not, but that doesn’t mean that he doesn’t love Liz. Their relationship is different then most peoples. It’s hard to explain, they had secrets and mysteries to each other but they simply accept them. They don’t have to know every detail of each other’s pasts.” Alex acknowledged.
“Very strange.” Isabel remarked.
Alex shrugged. “Yeah, well it’s not like their lives are very ordinary. The two of them put their lives in each other’s hands constantly, and have to have trust in each other to be there. And I’ve seen what Sark is willing to do for her and I will never question his loyalty to Liz ever again.”
“Why did your voice take on such an ominous tone?” Isabel asked, and something in Alex’s face caused her to ask.
Alex blew out a breath and wished he had ended this conversation way before it got to this point. “A while back, Sark got a tip from a contact about a group who was smuggling unknown goods for a very high profit. The group was out of Germany and new but considered to be dangerous.”
“When we first heard about them, we didn’t know what they were smuggling but within a few weeks of researching, we found out. They were abducting women in the region of Southeast Asia, natives and tourists and after what they called ‘conditioning’ would ship them into Western Europe to be worked as prostitutes. This ‘conditioning’ consisted of beatings, rapes, and any other cruelty they could come up with to break the women’s spirits.”
“Oh my God!” Isabel exclaimed in revulsion.
“The problem was that the authorities had not been able to track where they took the women to try and bring down their operation.” Alex stated. “It wasn’t something we normally would have done but by that time, Liz was determined to stop them before they could hurt anyone else.”
Remembering how Liz’s mind used to work, Isabel had a sick feeling she knew what the human had done to stop the group. “You don’t mean she…”
“Did what she had been trained to do. Sark and I tried to talk her out of it, but there was no changing her mind. The plan was really simple. She would set herself up, knowing that eventually they would take the bait. Then we would track her until we found their base of operations and take a team in to extract her.”
“But there was the tricky part. She couldn’t use a comm. that we could track and most other run of the mill Optec would be detected when she was searched. She had me insert a biosensor/tracker on her, it would not only lead us to where they would take her but we could have a constant reading of her life signs, an extra safety precaution. The tracker was set on a timer so it wouldn’t become active for twelve hours. She didn’t want to take the chance that if she was scanned when she was taken that they find a signal and she didn’t think they would start on her conditioning in that amount of time. Sark didn’t like the idea a bit, they argued quite a bit about it, Liz even threatened to take off for a little while and do it herself. So he agreed to do it.”
“The plan worked and she was taken…” Alex stated his voice wavering a bit. “When the tracker was activated, it gave us the reading that told us her location, just like we were hoping. But the biosensor’s readings were not good, they showed that Liz’s body was under a lot of stress. And by the data that we received, we could tell that Liz was in trouble that she had been injured. However her location was farther away from ours then we had anticipated therefore it was going to take some time to get to her. But we traveled as quickly as we could.”
“And what happened then?” Isabel asked intrigued.
“We went in after her.” Alex answered simply.
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Originally this was only going to be one part. But after I wrote it, then revised it, it was so long that I had to make it into two. So one today and one tomorrow. Both parts I am very very proud of, they are some of my favorite parts that I have ever written. I hope you enjoy them too. They are rated at least R because of violence.
Also several people have commented on my cliffhangers, well I have to confess, I do it a little on purpose. I love leaving people hanging and begging for more.
PART 16
NINE MONTHS AGO
Alex watched as Sark gave orders to the group of people he and Liz had hired to extract Liz from the compound, trying to read them like Liz had taught him. He had seen some of them before but there were several new faces as well. He knew all of their names and profiles; after all he had been the one to arrange the money transfers for their fee once the job was completed. There were twelve in all, and Alex thought they were a scary looking group. But Sark was by far the most intimidating. His eyes were detached, his face humorless and his body language demonstrated that he was in what Alex had termed ‘business mode’.
Sark finished laying out the plan and the group broke apart, arranging to meet up at the vehicles in ten minutes. Alex took the opportunity to talk. “Looks like you have things all set.”
“Yes.” Sark said. He raised his line of sight to look at Alex and Alex was able to see the faint change in his expression as he took in Alex’s apparel. Because instead of his normal attire, he was wearing black combat gear just as the rest of the team was. “What do you think you are doing?”
“I’m going with you.” Alex stated hoping he sounded as serious as he wanted to. What he was about to do was important to him and he wasn’t going to let a little thing like fear stand in his way when it came to rescuing Liz.
“No, you’re not.” Sark rejected. “You are going to follow the plan. After we depart here, you will proceed to the airstrip where Elizabeth and I will meet you. Then the three of us, along with the medic if necessary will fly to Switzerland. There is no deviating from that plan.”
Knowing he was treading on dangerous ground, Alex continued. “She means as much to me as she does to you. I want to be there when you get her. I have to be there when you get her.”
Sark stared at him for what seemed like hours before giving him an answer. “You stay behind me, keep your head down and you do as I tell you.”
Alex watched Sark pull a handgun out of his thigh holster and hand it to him along with an extra clip. It was a Russian PSM that held ten shots; one that Alex was familiar with. He had insisted that Liz show him how to shoot when he started this whole venture. It just seemed the safe thing to do so Liz had instructed him on some of the various weapons they had, Sark helping out some as well. He took the gun and holstered it as Sark said. “You have the hand GPS unit?”
“Yeah, right here in my pocket. It’s still reading her signal in the location of the compound. I’ve got it synchronized so that when it comes within a hundred yards of the signal, it’ll change to give us a diagram of the interior of the building to tell us exactly what room she’s in.” Alex stated.
“The signal is still strong?” Sark asked.
“It’s still active and holding, not quite as strong as before however.” Sark knew as well as Alex did that the strength of the signal from the biosensor was determined by the health of the carrier. Which meant as long as they were getting a signal, Liz was still alive. While they could pick up some basic life signs through the sensor, they had no way of knowing what kind of condition they would find her in. That was why they were going to Switzerland immediately after they found her, while a medic could tend to any life threatening wounds, Liz would need hospital care. Hospital care that asked no questions and Sark was acquainted with a private clinic that provided just that.
“Then we should get moving.” Sark stated. And with that he led them out of the room then the building they had set up as a temporary op station. It was twenty miles from the compound and the closest they could get. When they exited, three black hummers along with the team were waiting for them. It would have been faster to use helicopters but they couldn’t run the risk of announcing their presence before they got close enough. The helicopter that would take them to the airfield would arrive only after Sark had given the go ahead when they had things secure. Sark nodded to the drivers of the vehicles before climbing into one, with Alex following him in.
No one spoke on the drive, the only sounds coming from the soft purring of the engine as it made its way through the countryside. Soon they were at the point where they would have to abandon the vehicles and go in on foot. The compound was in the middle of the woods, with only about 50 yards of open area before the tree line. As they climbed from the vehicles, Sark pulled a black ski cap over his head to hide his blonde hair.
Alex did as he was told following closely behind Sark as they crept through the surrounding woods. It was an eerie sensation knowing that there were a dozen people moving around him yet he couldn’t hear a whisper of their movement. When they reached the boundaries, they stopped and took cover behind a grouping of trees.
Alex pulled the mobile GPS unit that he had modified out of his pocket and saw that it was working just as he said. “I’ve got her location, second floor, dead center.”
Sark nodded as he pulled a SIG SSG-3000 sniper rifle from a bag he brought with him and quickly assembled it. Sark’s hands moved so swiftly and confidently that Alex knew that it was a rifle he was familiar with. As soon as he completed his task, he placed his eye on the site, simultaneously speaking into his comm. that connected him to the others. “On my mark, go.”
Alex watched as Sark pulled the trigger, swung the barrel a few degrees to the right then pull the trigger again. “Sentries down, move.”
Alex realized then what he had been doing; Sark had taken out the perimeter guards with the sniper rifle. Sark was up so fast that Alex almost got left behind but his longer legs allowed him to quickly catch up. They had almost covered the open space and made it to the compound when the gunfire rang out. Alex wasn’t sure where it originated from, it seemed to reverberate from everywhere then suddenly there were several men in front of them and Sark was firing the semi automatic that he had switched to after ditching the sniper rifle when they had started for the compound. The men were hit immediately by the burst and fell. When they did they proceeded ahead.
Alex felt like he was in some kind of trance as he watched the carnage in front of him as they made their way inside the building. The comm. in his ear buzzed constantly with the chatter from different members of their group, all stating that they had taken out targets and their areas secure. Sark’s orders had been to take out anyone that could pose a threat and the team was earning their pay.
None of the ops they had done before had been like this, they were always for the most part harmless. Sure he knew that sometimes Liz and Sark had to fight or shoot their way out of a situation but this was entirely different. This was Sark delivering punishment for the men he knew were hurting Liz. Alex could see it in from the coldness in his eyes. And while the cold-blooded and merciless way that it was playing out was against what Alex knew to be right, a part of him accepted it.
Alex checked the readings on the unit and relayed directions to Sark. They aimed them towards a long hall where at the end stood two guards outside of a closed door. The guards opened fire and Sark and Alex had to duck into a nearby alcove. Sark didn’t bother with the semi automatic then but withdrew a handgun and got off three shots. They hit their marks and the guards went fell where they stood.
Alex followed Sark as he stepped over their bodies. It was then that Sark spoke. “We have to assume that at least one person is with Elizabeth and we do not know what else we may find.”
“So what do we do?” Alex asked.
Sark reached into one of the pockets of his vest and pulled out a small key. Alex looked at it with confusion. “This key is a skeleton key that will fit almost any metal restraints.”
“You think they have her handcuffed in there?” Alex asked.
“If I had a captive, I would.” Sark answered darkly. “You will get Elizabeth out of here. I will follow when I am done.”
Alex didn’t have to ask what he meant by the statement. It reminded him again that he never wanted to be on the other end of the spectrum when dealing with Sark. Alex watched as Sark kicked the door open, before aiming the gun into the room. Alex was able to see around the other man and into the room and when he did it made his blood run cold.
Also several people have commented on my cliffhangers, well I have to confess, I do it a little on purpose. I love leaving people hanging and begging for more.
PART 16
NINE MONTHS AGO
Alex watched as Sark gave orders to the group of people he and Liz had hired to extract Liz from the compound, trying to read them like Liz had taught him. He had seen some of them before but there were several new faces as well. He knew all of their names and profiles; after all he had been the one to arrange the money transfers for their fee once the job was completed. There were twelve in all, and Alex thought they were a scary looking group. But Sark was by far the most intimidating. His eyes were detached, his face humorless and his body language demonstrated that he was in what Alex had termed ‘business mode’.
Sark finished laying out the plan and the group broke apart, arranging to meet up at the vehicles in ten minutes. Alex took the opportunity to talk. “Looks like you have things all set.”
“Yes.” Sark said. He raised his line of sight to look at Alex and Alex was able to see the faint change in his expression as he took in Alex’s apparel. Because instead of his normal attire, he was wearing black combat gear just as the rest of the team was. “What do you think you are doing?”
“I’m going with you.” Alex stated hoping he sounded as serious as he wanted to. What he was about to do was important to him and he wasn’t going to let a little thing like fear stand in his way when it came to rescuing Liz.
“No, you’re not.” Sark rejected. “You are going to follow the plan. After we depart here, you will proceed to the airstrip where Elizabeth and I will meet you. Then the three of us, along with the medic if necessary will fly to Switzerland. There is no deviating from that plan.”
Knowing he was treading on dangerous ground, Alex continued. “She means as much to me as she does to you. I want to be there when you get her. I have to be there when you get her.”
Sark stared at him for what seemed like hours before giving him an answer. “You stay behind me, keep your head down and you do as I tell you.”
Alex watched Sark pull a handgun out of his thigh holster and hand it to him along with an extra clip. It was a Russian PSM that held ten shots; one that Alex was familiar with. He had insisted that Liz show him how to shoot when he started this whole venture. It just seemed the safe thing to do so Liz had instructed him on some of the various weapons they had, Sark helping out some as well. He took the gun and holstered it as Sark said. “You have the hand GPS unit?”
“Yeah, right here in my pocket. It’s still reading her signal in the location of the compound. I’ve got it synchronized so that when it comes within a hundred yards of the signal, it’ll change to give us a diagram of the interior of the building to tell us exactly what room she’s in.” Alex stated.
“The signal is still strong?” Sark asked.
“It’s still active and holding, not quite as strong as before however.” Sark knew as well as Alex did that the strength of the signal from the biosensor was determined by the health of the carrier. Which meant as long as they were getting a signal, Liz was still alive. While they could pick up some basic life signs through the sensor, they had no way of knowing what kind of condition they would find her in. That was why they were going to Switzerland immediately after they found her, while a medic could tend to any life threatening wounds, Liz would need hospital care. Hospital care that asked no questions and Sark was acquainted with a private clinic that provided just that.
“Then we should get moving.” Sark stated. And with that he led them out of the room then the building they had set up as a temporary op station. It was twenty miles from the compound and the closest they could get. When they exited, three black hummers along with the team were waiting for them. It would have been faster to use helicopters but they couldn’t run the risk of announcing their presence before they got close enough. The helicopter that would take them to the airfield would arrive only after Sark had given the go ahead when they had things secure. Sark nodded to the drivers of the vehicles before climbing into one, with Alex following him in.
No one spoke on the drive, the only sounds coming from the soft purring of the engine as it made its way through the countryside. Soon they were at the point where they would have to abandon the vehicles and go in on foot. The compound was in the middle of the woods, with only about 50 yards of open area before the tree line. As they climbed from the vehicles, Sark pulled a black ski cap over his head to hide his blonde hair.
Alex did as he was told following closely behind Sark as they crept through the surrounding woods. It was an eerie sensation knowing that there were a dozen people moving around him yet he couldn’t hear a whisper of their movement. When they reached the boundaries, they stopped and took cover behind a grouping of trees.
Alex pulled the mobile GPS unit that he had modified out of his pocket and saw that it was working just as he said. “I’ve got her location, second floor, dead center.”
Sark nodded as he pulled a SIG SSG-3000 sniper rifle from a bag he brought with him and quickly assembled it. Sark’s hands moved so swiftly and confidently that Alex knew that it was a rifle he was familiar with. As soon as he completed his task, he placed his eye on the site, simultaneously speaking into his comm. that connected him to the others. “On my mark, go.”
Alex watched as Sark pulled the trigger, swung the barrel a few degrees to the right then pull the trigger again. “Sentries down, move.”
Alex realized then what he had been doing; Sark had taken out the perimeter guards with the sniper rifle. Sark was up so fast that Alex almost got left behind but his longer legs allowed him to quickly catch up. They had almost covered the open space and made it to the compound when the gunfire rang out. Alex wasn’t sure where it originated from, it seemed to reverberate from everywhere then suddenly there were several men in front of them and Sark was firing the semi automatic that he had switched to after ditching the sniper rifle when they had started for the compound. The men were hit immediately by the burst and fell. When they did they proceeded ahead.
Alex felt like he was in some kind of trance as he watched the carnage in front of him as they made their way inside the building. The comm. in his ear buzzed constantly with the chatter from different members of their group, all stating that they had taken out targets and their areas secure. Sark’s orders had been to take out anyone that could pose a threat and the team was earning their pay.
None of the ops they had done before had been like this, they were always for the most part harmless. Sure he knew that sometimes Liz and Sark had to fight or shoot their way out of a situation but this was entirely different. This was Sark delivering punishment for the men he knew were hurting Liz. Alex could see it in from the coldness in his eyes. And while the cold-blooded and merciless way that it was playing out was against what Alex knew to be right, a part of him accepted it.
Alex checked the readings on the unit and relayed directions to Sark. They aimed them towards a long hall where at the end stood two guards outside of a closed door. The guards opened fire and Sark and Alex had to duck into a nearby alcove. Sark didn’t bother with the semi automatic then but withdrew a handgun and got off three shots. They hit their marks and the guards went fell where they stood.
Alex followed Sark as he stepped over their bodies. It was then that Sark spoke. “We have to assume that at least one person is with Elizabeth and we do not know what else we may find.”
“So what do we do?” Alex asked.
Sark reached into one of the pockets of his vest and pulled out a small key. Alex looked at it with confusion. “This key is a skeleton key that will fit almost any metal restraints.”
“You think they have her handcuffed in there?” Alex asked.
“If I had a captive, I would.” Sark answered darkly. “You will get Elizabeth out of here. I will follow when I am done.”
Alex didn’t have to ask what he meant by the statement. It reminded him again that he never wanted to be on the other end of the spectrum when dealing with Sark. Alex watched as Sark kicked the door open, before aiming the gun into the room. Alex was able to see around the other man and into the room and when he did it made his blood run cold.
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Hey everyone, I'm glad you liked the last part and I hope you feel the same about the next one but that's not all I wanted to say. I've got baby news. Yesterday I had an ultrasound and we found out that we are going to have another boy. I'm going to be swimming in a sea of testorone.
Thanks to Calinia for the translations, the next part starts right up where the last left off.
PART 17
The room was lit with a single bare bulb, allowing much of it to be draped in shadows but it was enough light to see the occupants on the far side of the room. There were two men; one Sark instantly dropped with a bullet to the chest. Whereas the other one, a tall burly looking one that Alex recognized as the group’s leader, Varick Knecht, was left untouched, but only because he had Liz in front of him with a gun to her head, using her as a human shield.
The condition that Liz was in was what made Alex’s blood chill. Her captor had his arm wrapped across her chest and it looked like it was the only way that she would have been able to be vertical. She still wore the same clothes Alex had last seen her in but they were torn, dirty and bloodied, a particularly large brownish red stain on the right side of her torso. Both her hands and feet were shackled together but even with the chains, it appeared that her right arm was hanging at a funny angle. Her hair hung limply around her head and face in some spots, matted with what he guessed to be blood and dirt in others. Her hair did not hang in a way that concealed her face either and the damage was easily viewed. Her face looked the worse of all.
Her cheeks appeared red and raw where there weren’t various bumps and bruises. Both her lips were split and blood seeped from the corner on her left side. Her eyes were black and swollen, so much so that Alex wasn’t sure if she was even able to see out of them. The only thing that kept Alex from trying to run to her side was Sark’s form in front of him, at a standstill with his gun aimed directly at Knecht and Liz. He looked completely composed while Knecht was anything but as he started yelling in what Alex assumed was German.
“Keine Bewegung oder ich erschiesse sie.” [Don’t make a move or I’ll shoot her.] Knecht yelled pressing the gun harder into the side of Liz’s head temple. “Ich lasse sie nicht gehen bis Sie mir garantieren dass ich hier raus komme.” [I’m not letting her go until you guarantee that I can walk out of here.]
“Sie werden dieses Gebaeude nicht lebend(1) verlassen. Lassen Sie sie gehen und ich werde Gnade vor Recht ergehen lassen und Ihnen einen schnellen Tod gestatten. Tun Sie es nicht und Sie werden zu spühren bekommen dass ich kein gnaediger Mensch bin.” [You will not be leaving this building alive. Let her go and I’ll kill you with mercy. Don’t, and you will see I am not a compassionate man.] Sark responded.
Alex watched as Knecht seemed to think over whatever Sark had told him. But didn’t get a chance to offer any kind of response because at that moment, Liz made the first indication that she was conscious. Her head lulled the left, her face coming into contact with Knecht’s hand that held his gun. Then in a move that was completely unexpected, her left hand came up quickly and wrapped around Knecht’s wrist while her mouth moved forward as she bit Knecht’s hand.
The sudden pain made Knecht cry out and instinct caused him to pull his injured hand back. It was the moment Sark had been waiting for. Without even shifting, he fired quick shot at Knecht’s hand. As the shot found it’s mark, the gun fell out of his hand and he let loose his grip on Liz as well. Both the gun and Liz tumbled to the floor. And when they did, Alex and Sark took the opportunity to move in. Alex rushed to Liz’s crumpled body while Sark stood over Knecht’s cowering form, gun aimed at his face. He watched as Sark brought the gun down hard and struck Knecht.
Alex knew that he needed to follow through on what Sark had told him before they entered the room and get Liz out. He looked down at Liz but was scared to touch her at first. He didn’t want to hurt her anymore. He gingerly reached out to turn her over. When he did, he felt Liz cringe a little at his touch. “Lizzie, it’s me Alex. We’re here, we’re going to get you out of here and you’ll be okay.”
Liz released a groan of pain in response but did not pull away. Instead she let Alex lift her up so that she was sitting up and he could work on her shackles. As Alex took off the restraints, Liz seemed to look around, her gaze locking instantly on Sark’s position a few feet away where he had Knecht pinned to the floor, now half conscious and bleeding from more than just the bullet wound. “Julian…”
Although it was faint, Sark must have heard Liz’s voice because he turned away from the retribution he was dispensing on Knecht and turned to Liz. Amazingly as Alex watched, he saw the icy blue seemed to thaw and the callousness he had previously seen in Sark’s eyes melt away. He abandoned what he was doing and lowered to the floor next to her, pulling her close while running his hands over her, inspecting her wounds.
Liz sank into Sark’s embrace and buried her head in his chest. But even then Alex could hear her begging to leave. Sark nodded slightly, before slipping his arms under her small body and lifting her up, keeping her cradled in his arms. As he rose, he jerked his head to the door to show Alex it was time to leave.
Alex went first, therefore he did not actually see the shot fired but heard it. When he did, he spun around and saw Knecht’s body slump to the floor, a bullet hole in the center of his forehead. Sark, with Liz still in his arms, had Knecht’s gun aimed at its owner. While Sark had ended up showing mercy, he kept his promise that Knecht that he would not be leaving alive by shooting him with his own gun.
Alex nodded to Sark before continuing out of the room. They were met by two of their men who escorted them outside where the helicopter, a Bell Jet Ranger and medic were waiting. Alex climbed in first before turning to help Sark with Liz. At first he would not let her go so yelling loud enough to be heard over the helicopter Alex said. “Sark, you’ll just unnecessarily jostle her.”
Sark conceded then, handing Liz in. “Be careful, her arm is broken in at least one place and she has a knife wound on the right side.”
Alex and the medic got Liz into the helicopter and onto a stretcher while Sark hopped in. As soon as they were secure, the helicopter took off. The flight was short to the airfield where they moved the stretcher into the plane and headed for Switzerland. Sark not letting go of Liz’s hand the whole way.
“You see Isabel, that’s the extent Liz will go to do what is she feels is right. When we broke her out, almost all the men were killed and the women they were holding set free. The survivors were caught by the local authorities and are now rotting in prison.” Alex explained. “But you know as good as that should feel, I can’t help but think it was almost too much of a price. If we had been even an hour or two later, Liz quite possibly would have died or they would have simply killed her.”
“Was she okay?” Isabel asked feeling stupid as she asked it.
“Yes, and no. Her right arm was broken in two places; both her ankles and wrists had deep lesions where the metal from the handcuffs had cut into her. She had a knife wound in her right side, where she had to have forty-seven stitches to close it up and several more stitches for other gashes she had. Not to mention that she was dehydrated and exhausted. She slept for days, only waking up sporadically. Sark and I stayed with her the whole time.” Alex said. “You know, it almost killed me to see her like that. I even thought of calling Max and flying him to the hospital we were at in Switzerland so that he could heal her.”
“Why didn’t you?” Isabel asked. “He would have come.”
“I know he would have, but I didn’t because I knew Liz wouldn’t want it. That if she woke and found him there, she’d be pissed at me. She would rather heal on her own then contact Max and worry about sending up any flags for the CIA or worse for you, the FBI.” Alex explained.
“She suffered unnecessarily so to protect us?” Isabel asked.
“Yes, she did.” Alex answered. “It took awhile for her to heal, not just her arm and her stitches but the bruises themselves lasted months. After the first few months, she got sick of waiting around to heal and wanted to go back to work. She wasn’t in good enough physical shape to be in the field but she insisted on doing comms. It wasn’t until a few days ago that she went operational again. Then we got the news of her mom and came back here.”
“And after the funeral is over, are you guys going to go back to wherever you were hiding?” Isabel asked.
“As far as I know.” Alex answered.
“Sounds like a lonely life for you.” Isabel stated. “In all that you told me, you never mentioned a girlfriend or anyone special.”
“Oh, I’ve had a few relationships. Nothing long-term or serious enough to tell them about my secrets but nice. Not that any of them are any of your business.” Alex answered.
“It was once.” Isabel stated.
“Yes, it was but that was a long time ago. And ending it was your choice, not mine.” Alex said reminding her.
“I never said that I didn’t want to be with you Alex,” Isabel insisted.
“Because you felt like your life was too dangerous, you couldn’t or wouldn’t let me in. Now our lives are very similar, and yet if I were to find myself in the same situation with someone I wouldn’t hide.” Alex acknowledged. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got work to do.”
Isabel sat there speechless for a minute. Alex had never spoken so callously to her, even when he had told her that he couldn’t be with her anymore. But somehow she knew that he wasn’t trying to be intentionally cruel, it was just now that he was self confident enough that he could speak the truth and not be concerned how it would affect her. Unlike before when he adored her. Leaving him to his computer, Isabel left Alex so as to think about that and why it distressed her after so many years away from him.
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PART 17
The room was lit with a single bare bulb, allowing much of it to be draped in shadows but it was enough light to see the occupants on the far side of the room. There were two men; one Sark instantly dropped with a bullet to the chest. Whereas the other one, a tall burly looking one that Alex recognized as the group’s leader, Varick Knecht, was left untouched, but only because he had Liz in front of him with a gun to her head, using her as a human shield.
The condition that Liz was in was what made Alex’s blood chill. Her captor had his arm wrapped across her chest and it looked like it was the only way that she would have been able to be vertical. She still wore the same clothes Alex had last seen her in but they were torn, dirty and bloodied, a particularly large brownish red stain on the right side of her torso. Both her hands and feet were shackled together but even with the chains, it appeared that her right arm was hanging at a funny angle. Her hair hung limply around her head and face in some spots, matted with what he guessed to be blood and dirt in others. Her hair did not hang in a way that concealed her face either and the damage was easily viewed. Her face looked the worse of all.
Her cheeks appeared red and raw where there weren’t various bumps and bruises. Both her lips were split and blood seeped from the corner on her left side. Her eyes were black and swollen, so much so that Alex wasn’t sure if she was even able to see out of them. The only thing that kept Alex from trying to run to her side was Sark’s form in front of him, at a standstill with his gun aimed directly at Knecht and Liz. He looked completely composed while Knecht was anything but as he started yelling in what Alex assumed was German.
“Keine Bewegung oder ich erschiesse sie.” [Don’t make a move or I’ll shoot her.] Knecht yelled pressing the gun harder into the side of Liz’s head temple. “Ich lasse sie nicht gehen bis Sie mir garantieren dass ich hier raus komme.” [I’m not letting her go until you guarantee that I can walk out of here.]
“Sie werden dieses Gebaeude nicht lebend(1) verlassen. Lassen Sie sie gehen und ich werde Gnade vor Recht ergehen lassen und Ihnen einen schnellen Tod gestatten. Tun Sie es nicht und Sie werden zu spühren bekommen dass ich kein gnaediger Mensch bin.” [You will not be leaving this building alive. Let her go and I’ll kill you with mercy. Don’t, and you will see I am not a compassionate man.] Sark responded.
Alex watched as Knecht seemed to think over whatever Sark had told him. But didn’t get a chance to offer any kind of response because at that moment, Liz made the first indication that she was conscious. Her head lulled the left, her face coming into contact with Knecht’s hand that held his gun. Then in a move that was completely unexpected, her left hand came up quickly and wrapped around Knecht’s wrist while her mouth moved forward as she bit Knecht’s hand.
The sudden pain made Knecht cry out and instinct caused him to pull his injured hand back. It was the moment Sark had been waiting for. Without even shifting, he fired quick shot at Knecht’s hand. As the shot found it’s mark, the gun fell out of his hand and he let loose his grip on Liz as well. Both the gun and Liz tumbled to the floor. And when they did, Alex and Sark took the opportunity to move in. Alex rushed to Liz’s crumpled body while Sark stood over Knecht’s cowering form, gun aimed at his face. He watched as Sark brought the gun down hard and struck Knecht.
Alex knew that he needed to follow through on what Sark had told him before they entered the room and get Liz out. He looked down at Liz but was scared to touch her at first. He didn’t want to hurt her anymore. He gingerly reached out to turn her over. When he did, he felt Liz cringe a little at his touch. “Lizzie, it’s me Alex. We’re here, we’re going to get you out of here and you’ll be okay.”
Liz released a groan of pain in response but did not pull away. Instead she let Alex lift her up so that she was sitting up and he could work on her shackles. As Alex took off the restraints, Liz seemed to look around, her gaze locking instantly on Sark’s position a few feet away where he had Knecht pinned to the floor, now half conscious and bleeding from more than just the bullet wound. “Julian…”
Although it was faint, Sark must have heard Liz’s voice because he turned away from the retribution he was dispensing on Knecht and turned to Liz. Amazingly as Alex watched, he saw the icy blue seemed to thaw and the callousness he had previously seen in Sark’s eyes melt away. He abandoned what he was doing and lowered to the floor next to her, pulling her close while running his hands over her, inspecting her wounds.
Liz sank into Sark’s embrace and buried her head in his chest. But even then Alex could hear her begging to leave. Sark nodded slightly, before slipping his arms under her small body and lifting her up, keeping her cradled in his arms. As he rose, he jerked his head to the door to show Alex it was time to leave.
Alex went first, therefore he did not actually see the shot fired but heard it. When he did, he spun around and saw Knecht’s body slump to the floor, a bullet hole in the center of his forehead. Sark, with Liz still in his arms, had Knecht’s gun aimed at its owner. While Sark had ended up showing mercy, he kept his promise that Knecht that he would not be leaving alive by shooting him with his own gun.
Alex nodded to Sark before continuing out of the room. They were met by two of their men who escorted them outside where the helicopter, a Bell Jet Ranger and medic were waiting. Alex climbed in first before turning to help Sark with Liz. At first he would not let her go so yelling loud enough to be heard over the helicopter Alex said. “Sark, you’ll just unnecessarily jostle her.”
Sark conceded then, handing Liz in. “Be careful, her arm is broken in at least one place and she has a knife wound on the right side.”
Alex and the medic got Liz into the helicopter and onto a stretcher while Sark hopped in. As soon as they were secure, the helicopter took off. The flight was short to the airfield where they moved the stretcher into the plane and headed for Switzerland. Sark not letting go of Liz’s hand the whole way.
“You see Isabel, that’s the extent Liz will go to do what is she feels is right. When we broke her out, almost all the men were killed and the women they were holding set free. The survivors were caught by the local authorities and are now rotting in prison.” Alex explained. “But you know as good as that should feel, I can’t help but think it was almost too much of a price. If we had been even an hour or two later, Liz quite possibly would have died or they would have simply killed her.”
“Was she okay?” Isabel asked feeling stupid as she asked it.
“Yes, and no. Her right arm was broken in two places; both her ankles and wrists had deep lesions where the metal from the handcuffs had cut into her. She had a knife wound in her right side, where she had to have forty-seven stitches to close it up and several more stitches for other gashes she had. Not to mention that she was dehydrated and exhausted. She slept for days, only waking up sporadically. Sark and I stayed with her the whole time.” Alex said. “You know, it almost killed me to see her like that. I even thought of calling Max and flying him to the hospital we were at in Switzerland so that he could heal her.”
“Why didn’t you?” Isabel asked. “He would have come.”
“I know he would have, but I didn’t because I knew Liz wouldn’t want it. That if she woke and found him there, she’d be pissed at me. She would rather heal on her own then contact Max and worry about sending up any flags for the CIA or worse for you, the FBI.” Alex explained.
“She suffered unnecessarily so to protect us?” Isabel asked.
“Yes, she did.” Alex answered. “It took awhile for her to heal, not just her arm and her stitches but the bruises themselves lasted months. After the first few months, she got sick of waiting around to heal and wanted to go back to work. She wasn’t in good enough physical shape to be in the field but she insisted on doing comms. It wasn’t until a few days ago that she went operational again. Then we got the news of her mom and came back here.”
“And after the funeral is over, are you guys going to go back to wherever you were hiding?” Isabel asked.
“As far as I know.” Alex answered.
“Sounds like a lonely life for you.” Isabel stated. “In all that you told me, you never mentioned a girlfriend or anyone special.”
“Oh, I’ve had a few relationships. Nothing long-term or serious enough to tell them about my secrets but nice. Not that any of them are any of your business.” Alex answered.
“It was once.” Isabel stated.
“Yes, it was but that was a long time ago. And ending it was your choice, not mine.” Alex said reminding her.
“I never said that I didn’t want to be with you Alex,” Isabel insisted.
“Because you felt like your life was too dangerous, you couldn’t or wouldn’t let me in. Now our lives are very similar, and yet if I were to find myself in the same situation with someone I wouldn’t hide.” Alex acknowledged. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got work to do.”
Isabel sat there speechless for a minute. Alex had never spoken so callously to her, even when he had told her that he couldn’t be with her anymore. But somehow she knew that he wasn’t trying to be intentionally cruel, it was just now that he was self confident enough that he could speak the truth and not be concerned how it would affect her. Unlike before when he adored her. Leaving him to his computer, Isabel left Alex so as to think about that and why it distressed her after so many years away from him.
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I'm glad that everyone liked the last part. Here's the Sark/Liz part you've all been waiting for. I hope you like it, I wasn't sure how to write Sark's reaction.
PART 18
Liz watched as Tess walked the twenty or so feet to the door therefore witnessing Sark’s exit through the door. She watched as he brushed passed Tess, not paying any attention to the blonde alien as he came after her. But although he walked immediately to her, she could tell that he was doing so guardedly, trying to gage her mood. The two of them rarely argued, most of the time bickering more then anything. But occasionally the arguments got heated and it wasn’t pretty. She and Sark both had willful as well as fiery personalities that lead to explosive fights.
“Well I don’t see any blood on you so I’m guessing that Max is still alive.” Liz remarked when Sark finally stopped in front of her.
“Elizabeth, you should know that I never make a mess. Too problematical to clean up.” Sark commented.
“How could I forget.” Liz rolled her eyes. “Is he alive?”
“Of course.”
“Is he injured?” Liz asked, this time completely serious. .
“Any damage that was done to him is minimal. I relied on intimidation…for now.” Sark stated. “I will endure his presence here, I will accept that you believe that he can help in some way. But I will not tolerate him laying a hand on you or threatening you in anyway, if you cannot understand that, I do not care.”
Liz opened her mouth to make a nasty remark but closed it again because she did understand where she was coming from. She would have felt the same way if their positions were reversed, it was just the fact that the person who had been the threat was Max and therefore she thought that the whole protective thing was stemmed from jealousy. While she imagined that it was in there somewhere, Liz knew that it was slight damage caused by Max’s hand on her arm that had enraged Sark.
Liz stepped forward and ran her hand along his smooth jaw line. “Just be careful, Max should not be so easily dismissed as a docile. If he felt threatened enough, he could do a great deal of damage to you.”
“Your cryptic warning doesn’t have anything to do with the mystery you and all of the others seem to be coveting so adamantly?” Sark inquired.
“You could say that.” Liz stated, she knew that by the question he asked that Sark was prompting her to start revealing all that she had promised she would. “Before I say anything, you have to promise me that you will never tell anyone what I am about to tell you. Promise?”
Sark couldn’t help but smirk. “Scout’s honor.”
“Julian, I’m serious. Even though I’ve been at odds with many members of the group for years, I’ve done everything in my power to keep this secret from exposure. You can’t tell anyone, especially not your mother.” Liz declared. She knew that although Irina was in CIA custody, Sark was still in contact with his mother. Liz still had yet to met the legendary woman despite everything over the last few years.
Sark was momentarily taken aback by the seriousness that he heard in Elizabeth’s voice. He wondered what the secret was to have warranted such importance. “I give you my word.”
“Now we’ve both accepted the fact that there are parts of our lives that we don’t talk about. This is one of those parts.” Liz said. “I’ve told you about when I was sixteen, and there was a shooting in my parents café.”
“Yes, you were almost hit but Max pushed you out of the way.” Sark stated.
“I lied about what really happen that day.” Liz admitted. “The bullet actually hit me in the stomach, two inches below my ribs and almost killed me.”
Sark couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “You couldn’t have been shot, the injury you are describing would have left behind evidence behind. A scar that I would have seen.”
“You’re right, but there isn’t.” Liz said as she pulled up her shirt to provide evidence that there wasn’t. The only scar that was there was the semi-fresh one that was the result of a knife wound and not a gunshot. “There isn’t because just as I told you before, Max Evans was in the café that day but what I didn’t tell you was that he healed the wound.”
“What you are telling me is theoretically impossible.” Sark exclaimed. He had seem some pretty extraordinary things in his short life but none of them could get him to believe that Max had somehow healed Elizabeth’s wound with no medical assistance.
“That’s exactly what I thought of when it happened but it did. My sitting here in front of you still breathing is proof of that. Max put his hand over the wound and healed me.” Liz declared.
“What you are revealing is ridiculous. People cannot simply go around waving their hands and healing people.” Sark stated.
“No, normal people can’t. But Max isn’t what you would call normal.” Liz explained and after hesitating a minute she said. “He’s an alien.”
“An alien?” Sark repeated.
“Well to be technical, an alien/human hybrid.” Liz answered then rushed her next words to get out as much possible to try and explain. “So are Isabel, Michael and Tess. The crash in ’47 was real, they are the only remaining survivors although at the time, they were not quite born yet. They were in incubation pods, hidden away until they were developed enough to live outside of them. They emerged appearing as six-year-olds, Tess being separated from Michael, Isabel, and Max. For the next ten years, they hid in plain view until Max risked their safety to save me.”
The logical part of Sark’s mind wanted to argue against the bizarre story that Elizabeth was telling him, but the other part of his mind, the part that was coupled with Elizabeth told him that she would not fabricate this elaborate ruse. He had every confidence in her, more so then anyone else in his life those who he was blood related to. Because of that, he believed what she was telling him. “How does no one know about this? If what you said happened, it would have been all over news.”
Liz blinked in surprise at his easy acceptance of what she told him, but she knew she shouldn’t be. Sark’s aptitude for adaptation was enormous, allowing him to believe the unexpected. “We covered it up. After he healed me, Max ran. I told everyone that I fell and split ketchup. Although I had no idea what he had done. Not until the next day.”
Over the next half an hour, Liz told Sark the whole story of the aliens. He listened as she told him about the days following the shooting, Topolosky’s arrival, finding out about Nasedo’s existence and his and Tess’s arrival into town. Liz related her own kidnapping by Nasedo, which led to Max’s abduction and experimentation by the Special Unit.
Sark of course knew the story about her giving Max up to Tess but once she explained about the destiny message and finding out that they were clones from a distant planet's dead leaders, he understood it far better. Liz told him about leaving Max at the cave that day and fleeing to Florida. When it came to the point in the story where Future Max had visited her, Liz held back. She had made a promise years ago that she would never tell and she had would not break it now.
The sun had begun to set by the time she had finished and Liz sat against the windshield of the jeep and watched it sink as she waited for Sark to soak it all in. She watched him out of her peripheral vision, trying to determine what he was thinking. She knew he would not turn in the aliens; Sark was too against the government of any country to do that.
Of course that didn’t stop her from uttering one last word of warning. “Sark, if the wrong people in the government found out, it wouldn’t only be the aliens that they went after, but me too. They would want to see what affect if any Max’s healing has had on me, they would want to study and experiment on me.”
“Has there been any indication that there were any after effects?” Sark asked. He knew that the question was inane; after all of the medical procedures that Elizabeth had endured while under the employment of the Alliance not to mention her hospital stay in Switzerland, if something on the cellular level was detectable, it would have been found. Not to mention that Sark knew that after living together for two years, if there was something ‘alien’ inside Elizabeth, he would know it.
“No, there’s never been any signs. Although there have been several times when I was in the field that I wish there’d been” Liz joked. “Sorry, bad time for jokes.”
“Yes, it is.” Sark remarked.
“Are you angry with me? For not being completely honest with you?” Liz asked.
“Yes, however I know I have no right to be. As you said in the beginning of this conversation, we both have parts of our pasts that we have been less then honest about so I cannot fault you entirely for not telling me.” Sark explained. “And I swear that I will not to tell a soul.”
Liz blew out a sigh of relief as she reached over and placed a gentle kiss on his lips. “Thank you.”
“You are welcome.” Sark replied. “I don’t suppose that they would consider a business arrangement that utilizes their abilities to the most profitable means?”
“I highly doubt it.” Liz stated. “However once the funeral is over, you can always suggest it to them. You’re charming enough that they might actually consider it. But I wouldn’t count on it.”
“I’ll take that under advisement.” Sark acknowledged her. “Now let us go inside and strategize how we are going to slip into Roswell.”
PART 18
Liz watched as Tess walked the twenty or so feet to the door therefore witnessing Sark’s exit through the door. She watched as he brushed passed Tess, not paying any attention to the blonde alien as he came after her. But although he walked immediately to her, she could tell that he was doing so guardedly, trying to gage her mood. The two of them rarely argued, most of the time bickering more then anything. But occasionally the arguments got heated and it wasn’t pretty. She and Sark both had willful as well as fiery personalities that lead to explosive fights.
“Well I don’t see any blood on you so I’m guessing that Max is still alive.” Liz remarked when Sark finally stopped in front of her.
“Elizabeth, you should know that I never make a mess. Too problematical to clean up.” Sark commented.
“How could I forget.” Liz rolled her eyes. “Is he alive?”
“Of course.”
“Is he injured?” Liz asked, this time completely serious. .
“Any damage that was done to him is minimal. I relied on intimidation…for now.” Sark stated. “I will endure his presence here, I will accept that you believe that he can help in some way. But I will not tolerate him laying a hand on you or threatening you in anyway, if you cannot understand that, I do not care.”
Liz opened her mouth to make a nasty remark but closed it again because she did understand where she was coming from. She would have felt the same way if their positions were reversed, it was just the fact that the person who had been the threat was Max and therefore she thought that the whole protective thing was stemmed from jealousy. While she imagined that it was in there somewhere, Liz knew that it was slight damage caused by Max’s hand on her arm that had enraged Sark.
Liz stepped forward and ran her hand along his smooth jaw line. “Just be careful, Max should not be so easily dismissed as a docile. If he felt threatened enough, he could do a great deal of damage to you.”
“Your cryptic warning doesn’t have anything to do with the mystery you and all of the others seem to be coveting so adamantly?” Sark inquired.
“You could say that.” Liz stated, she knew that by the question he asked that Sark was prompting her to start revealing all that she had promised she would. “Before I say anything, you have to promise me that you will never tell anyone what I am about to tell you. Promise?”
Sark couldn’t help but smirk. “Scout’s honor.”
“Julian, I’m serious. Even though I’ve been at odds with many members of the group for years, I’ve done everything in my power to keep this secret from exposure. You can’t tell anyone, especially not your mother.” Liz declared. She knew that although Irina was in CIA custody, Sark was still in contact with his mother. Liz still had yet to met the legendary woman despite everything over the last few years.
Sark was momentarily taken aback by the seriousness that he heard in Elizabeth’s voice. He wondered what the secret was to have warranted such importance. “I give you my word.”
“Now we’ve both accepted the fact that there are parts of our lives that we don’t talk about. This is one of those parts.” Liz said. “I’ve told you about when I was sixteen, and there was a shooting in my parents café.”
“Yes, you were almost hit but Max pushed you out of the way.” Sark stated.
“I lied about what really happen that day.” Liz admitted. “The bullet actually hit me in the stomach, two inches below my ribs and almost killed me.”
Sark couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “You couldn’t have been shot, the injury you are describing would have left behind evidence behind. A scar that I would have seen.”
“You’re right, but there isn’t.” Liz said as she pulled up her shirt to provide evidence that there wasn’t. The only scar that was there was the semi-fresh one that was the result of a knife wound and not a gunshot. “There isn’t because just as I told you before, Max Evans was in the café that day but what I didn’t tell you was that he healed the wound.”
“What you are telling me is theoretically impossible.” Sark exclaimed. He had seem some pretty extraordinary things in his short life but none of them could get him to believe that Max had somehow healed Elizabeth’s wound with no medical assistance.
“That’s exactly what I thought of when it happened but it did. My sitting here in front of you still breathing is proof of that. Max put his hand over the wound and healed me.” Liz declared.
“What you are revealing is ridiculous. People cannot simply go around waving their hands and healing people.” Sark stated.
“No, normal people can’t. But Max isn’t what you would call normal.” Liz explained and after hesitating a minute she said. “He’s an alien.”
“An alien?” Sark repeated.
“Well to be technical, an alien/human hybrid.” Liz answered then rushed her next words to get out as much possible to try and explain. “So are Isabel, Michael and Tess. The crash in ’47 was real, they are the only remaining survivors although at the time, they were not quite born yet. They were in incubation pods, hidden away until they were developed enough to live outside of them. They emerged appearing as six-year-olds, Tess being separated from Michael, Isabel, and Max. For the next ten years, they hid in plain view until Max risked their safety to save me.”
The logical part of Sark’s mind wanted to argue against the bizarre story that Elizabeth was telling him, but the other part of his mind, the part that was coupled with Elizabeth told him that she would not fabricate this elaborate ruse. He had every confidence in her, more so then anyone else in his life those who he was blood related to. Because of that, he believed what she was telling him. “How does no one know about this? If what you said happened, it would have been all over news.”
Liz blinked in surprise at his easy acceptance of what she told him, but she knew she shouldn’t be. Sark’s aptitude for adaptation was enormous, allowing him to believe the unexpected. “We covered it up. After he healed me, Max ran. I told everyone that I fell and split ketchup. Although I had no idea what he had done. Not until the next day.”
Over the next half an hour, Liz told Sark the whole story of the aliens. He listened as she told him about the days following the shooting, Topolosky’s arrival, finding out about Nasedo’s existence and his and Tess’s arrival into town. Liz related her own kidnapping by Nasedo, which led to Max’s abduction and experimentation by the Special Unit.
Sark of course knew the story about her giving Max up to Tess but once she explained about the destiny message and finding out that they were clones from a distant planet's dead leaders, he understood it far better. Liz told him about leaving Max at the cave that day and fleeing to Florida. When it came to the point in the story where Future Max had visited her, Liz held back. She had made a promise years ago that she would never tell and she had would not break it now.
The sun had begun to set by the time she had finished and Liz sat against the windshield of the jeep and watched it sink as she waited for Sark to soak it all in. She watched him out of her peripheral vision, trying to determine what he was thinking. She knew he would not turn in the aliens; Sark was too against the government of any country to do that.
Of course that didn’t stop her from uttering one last word of warning. “Sark, if the wrong people in the government found out, it wouldn’t only be the aliens that they went after, but me too. They would want to see what affect if any Max’s healing has had on me, they would want to study and experiment on me.”
“Has there been any indication that there were any after effects?” Sark asked. He knew that the question was inane; after all of the medical procedures that Elizabeth had endured while under the employment of the Alliance not to mention her hospital stay in Switzerland, if something on the cellular level was detectable, it would have been found. Not to mention that Sark knew that after living together for two years, if there was something ‘alien’ inside Elizabeth, he would know it.
“No, there’s never been any signs. Although there have been several times when I was in the field that I wish there’d been” Liz joked. “Sorry, bad time for jokes.”
“Yes, it is.” Sark remarked.
“Are you angry with me? For not being completely honest with you?” Liz asked.
“Yes, however I know I have no right to be. As you said in the beginning of this conversation, we both have parts of our pasts that we have been less then honest about so I cannot fault you entirely for not telling me.” Sark explained. “And I swear that I will not to tell a soul.”
Liz blew out a sigh of relief as she reached over and placed a gentle kiss on his lips. “Thank you.”
“You are welcome.” Sark replied. “I don’t suppose that they would consider a business arrangement that utilizes their abilities to the most profitable means?”
“I highly doubt it.” Liz stated. “However once the funeral is over, you can always suggest it to them. You’re charming enough that they might actually consider it. But I wouldn’t count on it.”
“I’ll take that under advisement.” Sark acknowledged her. “Now let us go inside and strategize how we are going to slip into Roswell.”
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PART 19
When Liz and Sark reentered the dome once again, she instantly noticed that the group save for Alex had clustered together and speaking quietly. The conversation ended at her and Sark’s entrance but instead of acting like she hadn’t heard them, Liz boldly asked, “So did you guys decide whether you’re going to help us get into Roswell or are we on our own?”
Expecting Max to be the one to talk, Liz was surprised that Maria was the one to answer her. “You know we’ll help you or you wouldn’t have contacted us.”
“Hoped, perhaps, but not certain.” Liz admitted.
“Well if we’re going to do this, we need a plan.” Michael interjected before focusing on Liz and Sark. “This is your area, what do you think we do first?”
“First off, we need to have all the cards laid out on the table. All of you know about Sark’s past, and now he knows all about the four of you. He’s sworn to be that he will not tell anyone about you. And he won’t, I’ll make sure of it.” Liz explained and waited for one of them to interject. She saw that they wanted to, but held back any comments. “Secondly, I need you guys to update on Roswell. I need to know any changes to the terrain, new buildings, anything you can tell me. Alex has told me some of what he knows but even some of that is outdated information.”
“Why?” Isabel asked.
“We don’t know what could happen once we are there, Sark and I might have to get out in a hurry and we need to know all of the avenues of escape.” Liz explained. She quickly retrieved her bag and extracted a map she had of Roswell. It didn’t take long for the others to describe the changes that had happened in Roswell since she had last been there. And when they had finished, they moved onto the next step.
“Alex? Have you found the information that we are going to need?” Liz questioned her friend, although she was almost sure of the answer.
“Just got it.” Alex answered.
“What are you guys talking about?” Max asked interrupting.
“Alex hacked into the airports’ computers to find out if and when the CIA arrive.” Liz explained as she walked over to glance at Alex’s computer. “What have you got?”
“The identification of the plane was buried deep and I’m still working on a definite confirmation but I was able to locate that a private jet matching the right description landed about two hours. Three occupants aside from the flight crew.” Alex stated.
“That would have to be Sydney, Vaughn and most likely Weiss.” Liz said making an observation. “They are the ones I told you about earlier when I told you about taking down the Alliance. My former partner at SD6 and the associates she worked with when she was doubling for them.”
“Mostly likely another team arrived previously or they are meeting with local agents.” Sark added. “They will want to ensure that we are outnumbered so as to overwhelm us.”
“For a team that large, they will be using comms, I can locate and tap into their signal once we are closer. Then we can eavesdrop on their communications.” Alex declared.
“Will they contact the Sheriff? He is the local law.” Maria asked. “If they do, then we should be able to find out what they are planning.”
“Most likely not, their jurisdiction supercedes his and are not required to contact the resident constable.” Sark explained. He wished it were to be that easy.
“I agree. No, the CIA will do what they can to blend in so not to alert us that they are in Roswell. They’ll pass themselves off as tourists then as mourners at the funeral tomorrow.” Liz stated.
“I don’t suppose that you’d consider waiting until after the funeral to go to the cemetery?” Michael asked Liz. When he looked at her face, he knew the answer. “Yeah, that’s what I thought. So how do you expect to waltz into the middle of the funeral and not be recognized?”
“Well, I don’t suppose you could hide me with your powers? Mindwarp the mourners so that the funeral will go on without them noticing me?” Liz asked Tess.
“That’s a lot of people. My powers have developed more but I don’t know if I can pull off what you’re wanting, not for the length of time you’re going to have to have.” Tess confessed.
“We could use disguises so that we would simply blend in with the mourners as well.” Sark suggested. “But then we still run the risk of detection given that the CIA will run checks on who your mother knew and could possibly be attending. If they spot two strangers with our body types, they will know.”
“I think I might have another idea.” Tess stated.
Although previously Liz would have had trepidations about any plan that Tess would come up with but after their talk earlier, she had more assurance that the idea should at least be heard. “Let’s hear it.”
“What if you dressed up like someone who could be there?” Tess inquired. “Like me? I mean, it wouldn’t be weird for me to be at the funeral with Maria and Michael considering Ms. Deluca’s closeness to your mom and after spending so much time at the Crashdown in high school.”
Everyone in the room was surprised by Tess’s suggestion but Sark was the only one that spoke. “It is a good idea. Your height, basic body structure matches well. Everything else we can work with.”
“There is one problem with that scenario, Tess is married to Max, and so at the funeral ‘Tess’ would have to be with Max.” Maria stated. “Are we going to disguise Sark as Max too?”
“It would be more difficult but still doable.” Liz answered.
“But not the best idea.” Sark interjected. He saw the distress in Elizabeth’s eyes and quickly tried to placate her. “Regretfully, I don’t think it is the most beneficial for me to attend the funeral with you.”
“Where would you be?” Liz asked. She wanted Sark by her side, not somewhere else.
“Close by, monitoring the funeral to guarantee your safety. Tess can be with me, and if there is a problem, we will extract you.” Sark explained. He did not like not being with Elizabeth at the funeral so if he couldn’t, he was going to make sure she stayed out of the CIA’s hands. If Elizabeth’s description of the blonde alien’s powers were accurate, and he knew they were, she would be the best to help him if things became complicated. The best without leaving a trail of carnage behind them.
Liz nodded in acceptance, although she still did not like the scenario. So she focused her mind on other things. “Well we have the biggest part of our strategy done, but we are still going to need a secure location to stay until it’s time to go to the funeral. A hotel won’t work.”
“Why don’t the two of you stay with us?” Maria asked. “Michael and I have plenty of room at the house and we’re on the edge of town.”
“As much as we appreciate it, that’s probably not the best idea. It’s the first place the CIA will look for us.” Liz stated.
“That cuts out Max and Tess’s house, and Isabel’s apartment. The only other safe place is the pod chamber but we don’t want any attention drawn there.” Michael acknowledged. “Doesn’t leave much else if you’re going to be in Roswell.”
“There’s one other place. The apartment above the Crashdown.” Maria suggested.
“Maria, what are you talking about? Mom sold it after Dad died.” Liz declared.
“No, she didn’t. She just told you that because she knew that’s what you wanted her to do.” Maria explained. “She might have closed down the Crashdown and moved out but she didn’t sell it. The mortgage on it was free and clear so it didn’t cause any problems money wise for her to keep it. There’s even still some furniture on it and I know we can arrange water and stuff with alien magic. That is if you want.”
Liz didn’t want to do it, but she didn’t see that she had much choice. “Looks like we’ve got a safehouse, now we just have to get to Roswell.”
When Liz and Sark reentered the dome once again, she instantly noticed that the group save for Alex had clustered together and speaking quietly. The conversation ended at her and Sark’s entrance but instead of acting like she hadn’t heard them, Liz boldly asked, “So did you guys decide whether you’re going to help us get into Roswell or are we on our own?”
Expecting Max to be the one to talk, Liz was surprised that Maria was the one to answer her. “You know we’ll help you or you wouldn’t have contacted us.”
“Hoped, perhaps, but not certain.” Liz admitted.
“Well if we’re going to do this, we need a plan.” Michael interjected before focusing on Liz and Sark. “This is your area, what do you think we do first?”
“First off, we need to have all the cards laid out on the table. All of you know about Sark’s past, and now he knows all about the four of you. He’s sworn to be that he will not tell anyone about you. And he won’t, I’ll make sure of it.” Liz explained and waited for one of them to interject. She saw that they wanted to, but held back any comments. “Secondly, I need you guys to update on Roswell. I need to know any changes to the terrain, new buildings, anything you can tell me. Alex has told me some of what he knows but even some of that is outdated information.”
“Why?” Isabel asked.
“We don’t know what could happen once we are there, Sark and I might have to get out in a hurry and we need to know all of the avenues of escape.” Liz explained. She quickly retrieved her bag and extracted a map she had of Roswell. It didn’t take long for the others to describe the changes that had happened in Roswell since she had last been there. And when they had finished, they moved onto the next step.
“Alex? Have you found the information that we are going to need?” Liz questioned her friend, although she was almost sure of the answer.
“Just got it.” Alex answered.
“What are you guys talking about?” Max asked interrupting.
“Alex hacked into the airports’ computers to find out if and when the CIA arrive.” Liz explained as she walked over to glance at Alex’s computer. “What have you got?”
“The identification of the plane was buried deep and I’m still working on a definite confirmation but I was able to locate that a private jet matching the right description landed about two hours. Three occupants aside from the flight crew.” Alex stated.
“That would have to be Sydney, Vaughn and most likely Weiss.” Liz said making an observation. “They are the ones I told you about earlier when I told you about taking down the Alliance. My former partner at SD6 and the associates she worked with when she was doubling for them.”
“Mostly likely another team arrived previously or they are meeting with local agents.” Sark added. “They will want to ensure that we are outnumbered so as to overwhelm us.”
“For a team that large, they will be using comms, I can locate and tap into their signal once we are closer. Then we can eavesdrop on their communications.” Alex declared.
“Will they contact the Sheriff? He is the local law.” Maria asked. “If they do, then we should be able to find out what they are planning.”
“Most likely not, their jurisdiction supercedes his and are not required to contact the resident constable.” Sark explained. He wished it were to be that easy.
“I agree. No, the CIA will do what they can to blend in so not to alert us that they are in Roswell. They’ll pass themselves off as tourists then as mourners at the funeral tomorrow.” Liz stated.
“I don’t suppose that you’d consider waiting until after the funeral to go to the cemetery?” Michael asked Liz. When he looked at her face, he knew the answer. “Yeah, that’s what I thought. So how do you expect to waltz into the middle of the funeral and not be recognized?”
“Well, I don’t suppose you could hide me with your powers? Mindwarp the mourners so that the funeral will go on without them noticing me?” Liz asked Tess.
“That’s a lot of people. My powers have developed more but I don’t know if I can pull off what you’re wanting, not for the length of time you’re going to have to have.” Tess confessed.
“We could use disguises so that we would simply blend in with the mourners as well.” Sark suggested. “But then we still run the risk of detection given that the CIA will run checks on who your mother knew and could possibly be attending. If they spot two strangers with our body types, they will know.”
“I think I might have another idea.” Tess stated.
Although previously Liz would have had trepidations about any plan that Tess would come up with but after their talk earlier, she had more assurance that the idea should at least be heard. “Let’s hear it.”
“What if you dressed up like someone who could be there?” Tess inquired. “Like me? I mean, it wouldn’t be weird for me to be at the funeral with Maria and Michael considering Ms. Deluca’s closeness to your mom and after spending so much time at the Crashdown in high school.”
Everyone in the room was surprised by Tess’s suggestion but Sark was the only one that spoke. “It is a good idea. Your height, basic body structure matches well. Everything else we can work with.”
“There is one problem with that scenario, Tess is married to Max, and so at the funeral ‘Tess’ would have to be with Max.” Maria stated. “Are we going to disguise Sark as Max too?”
“It would be more difficult but still doable.” Liz answered.
“But not the best idea.” Sark interjected. He saw the distress in Elizabeth’s eyes and quickly tried to placate her. “Regretfully, I don’t think it is the most beneficial for me to attend the funeral with you.”
“Where would you be?” Liz asked. She wanted Sark by her side, not somewhere else.
“Close by, monitoring the funeral to guarantee your safety. Tess can be with me, and if there is a problem, we will extract you.” Sark explained. He did not like not being with Elizabeth at the funeral so if he couldn’t, he was going to make sure she stayed out of the CIA’s hands. If Elizabeth’s description of the blonde alien’s powers were accurate, and he knew they were, she would be the best to help him if things became complicated. The best without leaving a trail of carnage behind them.
Liz nodded in acceptance, although she still did not like the scenario. So she focused her mind on other things. “Well we have the biggest part of our strategy done, but we are still going to need a secure location to stay until it’s time to go to the funeral. A hotel won’t work.”
“Why don’t the two of you stay with us?” Maria asked. “Michael and I have plenty of room at the house and we’re on the edge of town.”
“As much as we appreciate it, that’s probably not the best idea. It’s the first place the CIA will look for us.” Liz stated.
“That cuts out Max and Tess’s house, and Isabel’s apartment. The only other safe place is the pod chamber but we don’t want any attention drawn there.” Michael acknowledged. “Doesn’t leave much else if you’re going to be in Roswell.”
“There’s one other place. The apartment above the Crashdown.” Maria suggested.
“Maria, what are you talking about? Mom sold it after Dad died.” Liz declared.
“No, she didn’t. She just told you that because she knew that’s what you wanted her to do.” Maria explained. “She might have closed down the Crashdown and moved out but she didn’t sell it. The mortgage on it was free and clear so it didn’t cause any problems money wise for her to keep it. There’s even still some furniture on it and I know we can arrange water and stuff with alien magic. That is if you want.”
Liz didn’t want to do it, but she didn’t see that she had much choice. “Looks like we’ve got a safehouse, now we just have to get to Roswell.”
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Sorry there was no update yesterday, I went on a cooking and cleaning frenzy and didn't get online much. But now I have a new part for you all to enjoy.
PART 20
Once they finally got ready to pack it up and move from the dome to Roswell, driving and riding arrangements were discussed. Max, Isabel, and Tess of course were riding in their car back to Roswell but were also joined by Michael. Maria and Liz still needed to talk so she rode in with Maria in their vehicle while Sark and Alex took their rental. They were to drive until they were within ten miles of the town limits before pulling over and moving more covertly into town.
They had not been driving more then ten minutes when Liz got sick of the silent treatment that Maria was giving her and broke the stillness of the inside of the car. “Maria, giving me the silent treatment now is kind of stupid considering all the talking you were doing back at the dome.”
“That’s different, we were trying to figure what to do.” Maria explained all the while not taking her eyes off the road.
“And what about when you and Michael first got to the dome? You talked to me then.” Liz reminded her.
“I was still in shock at seeing you. You being gone for two years could cause that.” Maria answered.
“Maria, I’m sorry. I know it was terrible of me to take off and not contact you…”
“You missed my wedding.” Maria snapped. “The day you and I planned ever since we were little and you weren’t there. My best friend was not there standing beside me.”
”And there’s nothing I can say or do that will tell you about much I regret not being there. But I didn’t want the CIA to ruin your wedding by stampeding the reception. They would have ruined your song that you sang to Michael.” Liz stated. “I don’t think I’ve ever heard you sing with so much heart until I heard that.”
“What are you talking about?” Maria asked. “How did you hear me?”
“I saw you, actually I saw all of it. The pre-wedding stuff, the wedding, and the reception via live feed from one of Alex’s little toys. It was hard watching from the outside when I wanted to be there.” Liz said.
“So tell me something, is Sark really worth all of this? Giving up everyone, your friends and family for a guy?” Maria asked the question that had been plaguing her mind.
“If it were Michael, if one day he suddenly had to leave Roswell and go on the run, what would you do? Would you just leave with nothing but the clothes on your back?” Liz inquired instead of answering Maria’s question. Maria opened her mouth to say something but nothing came out. “That’s right, you would. Because why? Because you love Michael just like I love Sark. I know that you guys might find that hard to imagine but it’s true.”
“You can’t help the ones you love.” Maria interrupted. “I know that better then anyone.”
“So you understand my reasons.” Liz stated. “If it helps any, I didn’t plan on leaving, things just kind of worked out that way. I planned to stay in Los Angeles and work for the real CIA after we took down the Alliance. Sark was going to go to prison as part of his deal with the CIA except when it came time for him to go, he decided to run off.”
“The others tried to stop them but I tranq them so that they wouldn’t shoot him then told him to go. That’s when he really surprised me and asked me to go with him. When we started sleeping together it was supposed to be a purely physical relationship but somehow it developed into more.”
“The fact that you were in a relationship based on sex is almost as surprising as everything else.” Maria muttered. “Although I can see why. People who share secrets tend to flock together, that’s how Michael and I started out.”
“Does this mean you forgive me?” Liz asked, flashing Maria her most innocent smile.
“I don’t know.” Maria commented, dragging her words out as if she was thinking about it. “Are you going to disappear into thin air again after the funeral?”
“Well we aren’t going to be able to stick around here, it’s not safe. But I promise when we do go; I’ll leave a way for you to contact me. Maybe we can arrange vacations or something. You’ve only been to Europe once when you visited me in Paris, there’s so much more to see. You should see how the shopping is when you don’t have a spending limit.” Liz remarked.
“Now you’re trying to bribe me with shopping. Like I’m that easy of a mark.” Maria commented. “Although it does sound like a lot fun.”
“Hah, I knew I had you.” Liz laughed. “I missed you Maria.”
“I miss you too, and I forgive you.” Maria said. “Of course that doesn’t mean I’m going to let you forget these last two years and the anxiety you caused me.”
“Didn’t even enter my mind.”
“~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
In the rental jeep behind Elizabeth and Maria, Sark followed without thinking. Driving so effortlessly allowed him to reflect over the information he had learned about hours ago. That humans were not alone in this universe; aliens existed and four of them were friends with his lover and lived for years on Earth.
When Elizabeth had first told him the truth, Sark had listened with an open mind and found what she told him to be extraordinary. But unlike most people who would act insanely with the knowledge, Sark looked at it in a logical way. Humans were only just now experimenting with the cloning process while it was apparent that the Antarians, the name that Elizabeth had labeled the aliens’ race, had had the knowledge over sixty years before.
Combine that with the fact that the alien race also had the capacity for long-range space travel and it was obvious that they were very intelligent, something that Sark admired. But what was even more remarkable was the ‘powers’ that the individual aliens possessed. He could only imagine what it would be like to have the powers while in the field. He had been serious when he had spoken to Elizabeth about possibly recruiting a few of them to their establishment.
Of course he would make his offer very persuasive. After all money bought confidentiality and that was one thing that the aliens desired. But he would not step over the line and threaten to expose them. He knew that by doing that, it would give him the opposite result. Moreover Sark was sure that they would known it to be an empty threat. He would not risk Elizabeth’s safety by exposing the aliens. But that didn’t mean he wouldn’t take advantage of them either.
Sark looked over at his passenger who was busy typing away on his laptop. Alex had been working since they had left the dome attempting to find out as much as possible about the CIA team sent after them. Elizabeth had been right earlier that most likely Sydney was one of the team. It caused problems but also made the situation easier. His sister’s tactics could be anticipated and countered easily.
But at the moment, Sydney wasn’t the reason why Sark was turning his attention to Alex. “Alex, you have been acquainted with the aliens since the beginning correct?”
“More or less. Liz didn’t tell me right away, but a few weeks later.” Alex stated. He remembered how bad things had gotten between he and Liz in the weeks after the shooting, how excluded he felt. He also remembered the pleasure he when Liz had told him the truth about her being a spy, pleasure in knowing that he was the only she trusted. That admission had balanced the scales. “Why?”
“I have heard Elizabeth’s view of the group, but I am still interested in hearing others. You were part of the inner group after Elizabeth left, as well as dated one of them as well. You have a unique perspective. Different perspectives reveal numerous details.” Sark explained.
“My relationship with Isabel is not something I talk about so it can be analyzed for useful data.” Alex said firmly. knew that Sark was a detail freak, coveting them to the point of being fanatical. Liz was the same way, but Alex knew that it was because knowledge could keep them from getting killed.
“There’s not much to tell that I’m sure Liz hasn’t already told you. There haven’t really been any alien crises since before she left for Florida.” Alex said. He wasn’t sure what else Sark would want to know, so he simply opened himself up for questions.
After some cross-examination, Sark asked his final question. “So using your best judgment, you deem them our best possibility for entering Roswell?”
Alex thought about it for a minute before answering. “They might have their problems, such as self-centeredness and insensitivity but knowing what I do about both the worlds of the aliens and the world of spies and the resources of both worlds, they are the ones that can pull this off.”
PART 20
Once they finally got ready to pack it up and move from the dome to Roswell, driving and riding arrangements were discussed. Max, Isabel, and Tess of course were riding in their car back to Roswell but were also joined by Michael. Maria and Liz still needed to talk so she rode in with Maria in their vehicle while Sark and Alex took their rental. They were to drive until they were within ten miles of the town limits before pulling over and moving more covertly into town.
They had not been driving more then ten minutes when Liz got sick of the silent treatment that Maria was giving her and broke the stillness of the inside of the car. “Maria, giving me the silent treatment now is kind of stupid considering all the talking you were doing back at the dome.”
“That’s different, we were trying to figure what to do.” Maria explained all the while not taking her eyes off the road.
“And what about when you and Michael first got to the dome? You talked to me then.” Liz reminded her.
“I was still in shock at seeing you. You being gone for two years could cause that.” Maria answered.
“Maria, I’m sorry. I know it was terrible of me to take off and not contact you…”
“You missed my wedding.” Maria snapped. “The day you and I planned ever since we were little and you weren’t there. My best friend was not there standing beside me.”
”And there’s nothing I can say or do that will tell you about much I regret not being there. But I didn’t want the CIA to ruin your wedding by stampeding the reception. They would have ruined your song that you sang to Michael.” Liz stated. “I don’t think I’ve ever heard you sing with so much heart until I heard that.”
“What are you talking about?” Maria asked. “How did you hear me?”
“I saw you, actually I saw all of it. The pre-wedding stuff, the wedding, and the reception via live feed from one of Alex’s little toys. It was hard watching from the outside when I wanted to be there.” Liz said.
“So tell me something, is Sark really worth all of this? Giving up everyone, your friends and family for a guy?” Maria asked the question that had been plaguing her mind.
“If it were Michael, if one day he suddenly had to leave Roswell and go on the run, what would you do? Would you just leave with nothing but the clothes on your back?” Liz inquired instead of answering Maria’s question. Maria opened her mouth to say something but nothing came out. “That’s right, you would. Because why? Because you love Michael just like I love Sark. I know that you guys might find that hard to imagine but it’s true.”
“You can’t help the ones you love.” Maria interrupted. “I know that better then anyone.”
“So you understand my reasons.” Liz stated. “If it helps any, I didn’t plan on leaving, things just kind of worked out that way. I planned to stay in Los Angeles and work for the real CIA after we took down the Alliance. Sark was going to go to prison as part of his deal with the CIA except when it came time for him to go, he decided to run off.”
“The others tried to stop them but I tranq them so that they wouldn’t shoot him then told him to go. That’s when he really surprised me and asked me to go with him. When we started sleeping together it was supposed to be a purely physical relationship but somehow it developed into more.”
“The fact that you were in a relationship based on sex is almost as surprising as everything else.” Maria muttered. “Although I can see why. People who share secrets tend to flock together, that’s how Michael and I started out.”
“Does this mean you forgive me?” Liz asked, flashing Maria her most innocent smile.
“I don’t know.” Maria commented, dragging her words out as if she was thinking about it. “Are you going to disappear into thin air again after the funeral?”
“Well we aren’t going to be able to stick around here, it’s not safe. But I promise when we do go; I’ll leave a way for you to contact me. Maybe we can arrange vacations or something. You’ve only been to Europe once when you visited me in Paris, there’s so much more to see. You should see how the shopping is when you don’t have a spending limit.” Liz remarked.
“Now you’re trying to bribe me with shopping. Like I’m that easy of a mark.” Maria commented. “Although it does sound like a lot fun.”
“Hah, I knew I had you.” Liz laughed. “I missed you Maria.”
“I miss you too, and I forgive you.” Maria said. “Of course that doesn’t mean I’m going to let you forget these last two years and the anxiety you caused me.”
“Didn’t even enter my mind.”
“~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
In the rental jeep behind Elizabeth and Maria, Sark followed without thinking. Driving so effortlessly allowed him to reflect over the information he had learned about hours ago. That humans were not alone in this universe; aliens existed and four of them were friends with his lover and lived for years on Earth.
When Elizabeth had first told him the truth, Sark had listened with an open mind and found what she told him to be extraordinary. But unlike most people who would act insanely with the knowledge, Sark looked at it in a logical way. Humans were only just now experimenting with the cloning process while it was apparent that the Antarians, the name that Elizabeth had labeled the aliens’ race, had had the knowledge over sixty years before.
Combine that with the fact that the alien race also had the capacity for long-range space travel and it was obvious that they were very intelligent, something that Sark admired. But what was even more remarkable was the ‘powers’ that the individual aliens possessed. He could only imagine what it would be like to have the powers while in the field. He had been serious when he had spoken to Elizabeth about possibly recruiting a few of them to their establishment.
Of course he would make his offer very persuasive. After all money bought confidentiality and that was one thing that the aliens desired. But he would not step over the line and threaten to expose them. He knew that by doing that, it would give him the opposite result. Moreover Sark was sure that they would known it to be an empty threat. He would not risk Elizabeth’s safety by exposing the aliens. But that didn’t mean he wouldn’t take advantage of them either.
Sark looked over at his passenger who was busy typing away on his laptop. Alex had been working since they had left the dome attempting to find out as much as possible about the CIA team sent after them. Elizabeth had been right earlier that most likely Sydney was one of the team. It caused problems but also made the situation easier. His sister’s tactics could be anticipated and countered easily.
But at the moment, Sydney wasn’t the reason why Sark was turning his attention to Alex. “Alex, you have been acquainted with the aliens since the beginning correct?”
“More or less. Liz didn’t tell me right away, but a few weeks later.” Alex stated. He remembered how bad things had gotten between he and Liz in the weeks after the shooting, how excluded he felt. He also remembered the pleasure he when Liz had told him the truth about her being a spy, pleasure in knowing that he was the only she trusted. That admission had balanced the scales. “Why?”
“I have heard Elizabeth’s view of the group, but I am still interested in hearing others. You were part of the inner group after Elizabeth left, as well as dated one of them as well. You have a unique perspective. Different perspectives reveal numerous details.” Sark explained.
“My relationship with Isabel is not something I talk about so it can be analyzed for useful data.” Alex said firmly. knew that Sark was a detail freak, coveting them to the point of being fanatical. Liz was the same way, but Alex knew that it was because knowledge could keep them from getting killed.
“There’s not much to tell that I’m sure Liz hasn’t already told you. There haven’t really been any alien crises since before she left for Florida.” Alex said. He wasn’t sure what else Sark would want to know, so he simply opened himself up for questions.
After some cross-examination, Sark asked his final question. “So using your best judgment, you deem them our best possibility for entering Roswell?”
Alex thought about it for a minute before answering. “They might have their problems, such as self-centeredness and insensitivity but knowing what I do about both the worlds of the aliens and the world of spies and the resources of both worlds, they are the ones that can pull this off.”
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