Well I have a new part for you guys, and I'm sorry to say, this will be the last one until Monday. I leave early tomorrow for a business trip and won't be back until Sunday. Sorry...I'm going to run away now before you guys start throwing things.
PART 30
The next time Liz woke, the first rays of sunshine were streaming through the windows. She stared at the window for several minutes, realizing what it meant. She had to climb out of the cozy position she was in and get up. But the activities of the night before had left her whole body feeling lethargic. She wanted nothing more than to curl up more to the warm body next to her and fall back asleep. But thinking of who the body belonged to woke her up as successfully as if someone had thrown a bucket of cold water on her.
Liz felt like pinching herself to make sure that she wasn’t still asleep. Instead she turned her head slightly to look at the man whose bed she had shared that night. She still couldn’t believe what she had consented to the night before. She had agreed to enter into a relationship with one of the most dangerous men she had encountered in her line of work. A relationship that had nothing to do with love or devotion but desire and sex, mutual physical pleasure for both parties. Liz couldn’t help but think of all the people back in Roswell that would have pass out if they knew what ‘Little Lizzie Parker’ was doing, hell if they had even regained consciousness after finding out what she did for a living.
Liz sat up slowly, as not to stir Sark. A feat that was not easily accomplished considering her legs were entangled in his, and he had had one of his arms loosely draped over her. But she managed it and slipped from the bed to search for her clothes. She found her undergarments and pants but couldn’t find her shirt anywhere. Then she remembered that Sark had taken it off in the living room and tossed it aside.
So she headed that way to find it although as she exited the bedroom, Liz glanced back at the bed and Sark’s sleeping nude form, her eyes roaming over the angelic looking face all the way down to where the sheets gathered under his bare chest. She felt desire shoot through her but fought it off and scurried into the living room to retrieve her shirt. Her hands lingered over the box that still lay where she had dropped it. If she was going to this whole thing with Sark, she might as well completely indulge herself. She grabbed the box before heading to the door. She needed to get moving, she had to drive home, get ready and head into the office, if they were going to pull this off, everything had to seem normal.
Once he heard the click of his front door, Sark opened his eyes. He had woke as soon as he had felt Elizabeth’s body heat vanish from his side. Normally he would have made known that he was awake, but he had sensed her continued nervousness about their situation so he allowed her to believe he was still asleep.
Sark silently admitted to himself that he was displeased that she had already left. He had anticipated another session in his bed but he would have to wait until their next liaison. He was a patient man, and it was not as if she had departed indefinitely. Despite the internal controversy that he was sure was still inside of her, he knew that she would return to his bed or invite him into hers. Desire would assure that.
Knowing he would not fall back asleep, Sark rose naked from his bed. He retrieved the slacks that had been discarded so hastily the night before. They were wrinkled and creased but he overlooked it. They could be cleaned and pressed, if not he would simply buy replacements. Fortunately when he had made the deal with Sloane to join forces, his ruse had not required him to give up the finer things that he enjoyed. If any of the SD6 operatives questioned that fact, Sloane would simply say that if Sark altered his lifestyle then it would create suspicion with his contacts and therefore make his association worthless.
After shaving, showering and determining what suit he was going to wear to the office, Sark booted up his laptop. There was some work he wanted to done outside the watchful eye of Sloane and the security section of SD6. Despite what others believed his association with the alliance was not the only business on his plate. He was still the director of operations for Irina’s organization, even with her absence. Sark sent out several encoded email messages to operatives to check on their progress since their last communication before shutting down.
Once he had finished with his computer, Sark carefully hid it away. It would not be good if it was left out and were found. Sark knew his security measures would keep out most intruders, even the ones who were aware of the condo’s occupant. But there was always the chance that if it were left out, Elizabeth would find it. She had seen him use it frequently before and would know that it was an important asset to him.
And while she had not had the means to access it before, their new affiliation would give her that opportunity. He did not know if she would be stopping over that night but it was better to be prepared. If she were to come across it, her inquisitive nature would compel her to investigate his files. Elizabeth still believed that he had a hidden agenda and there was no need to give her the proof of it.
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As Liz walked through the offices of SD 6 on the way to her desk, she felt like everyone who looked at her could see right into her thoughts. Like she was wearing a big sign saying “I spent the whole night having sex with Sark!” A feeling that only increased as she caught sight of Sydney already seated at her desk.
While her step didn’t falter, Liz’s nerves tremored and her heart began pounding harder. But it had no sooner started than Liz chastised herself for loosing control over herself. She was acting like she was a teenager again, and hiding secrets from her parents. She knew better than that. After all, she had been trained to handle something just like this. To deceive anyone and be in control of herself when she did it. Hiding her association with Sark from Sydney was no different than many of her missions; she just had to stay in that mindset and she’d be fine. So she focused on that thought as she little by little approached her desk. “Good Morning Sydney.”
“Morning Liz.” Sydney answered back. She looked up at her partner and noticed a change in her. Nothing big or something you could put your finger on but an impression of something. “Did something happen last night?”
”What do you mean?” Liz asked, keeping her voice as even as possible. She knew that there was no possible way that Sydney could simply look at her and know what had happened the night before. Liz had been careful to apply cover-up to hide the blemishes that Sark had marked on her.
“You just seem all glowy or something.” Sydney commented. “Did you go to a spa or something last night?”
“No, nothing like that. I just stayed in bed for most of the night, really released a lot of the tension.” ‘Yeah, that’d be sexual tension.’ Liz mentally added. She thought the explanation was a good one, and better yet an accurate one even if was purposely vague.
Although her appearance gave away nothing, Sydney got the feeling that Liz was hiding something but without more information, she had no idea what it could be. But didn’t get a chance to try and dig out some information because just then they were interrupted by an unwanted visitor.
“Agent Bristow, Agent Parker.” Sark said in greeting.
“Sark.” Sydney all but growled. “Did you want something in particular or just to bother us?”
Sark couldn’t help but think of what a loaded question Sydney had just asked him but he held his tongue so as not to say what he did indeed want and instead said. “I just thought I would be a gentleman and say hello.”
“That might be believable if we didn’t know that you are by no means a gentleman.” Liz retorted, trying to make the tone of her voice mirror Sydney’s in distaste. But it was hard, as she looked at Sark, standing not far from her, a smirk on his face and another of his expensive suits on his body. The eyes held a fleeting air of mischief but it was the suit that held Liz’s attention the most. Probably because she knew what the suit was covering. She quickly pulled her eyes away before she was caught staring but saw that Sark’s sharp eyes did not miss the action.
“That’s a wonderful attitude for so early in the morning. I believe someone woke on the wrong side of the bed as they say?” Sark taunted.
Liz’s eyes narrowed slightly at his words and the private implications they carried. “No, I did not. Perhaps it is just the present company that sours my disposition.”
“Then I should leave before Mr. Sloane accuses me of interfering with his operatives abilities to do their jobs.” Sark stated before strolling off to his office.
“Don’t let him get to you. He just likes to get under people’s skin.” Sydney stated. After her previous suspicions, she had thought that Sark’s appearance had something to do with Liz. That he had come over purposely to see her. And while she still thought that, she was now almost certain that Liz was not reciprocating her attentions to Sark. Then again, Liz could be purposing being misleading. If there were something more between the two, neither would want it to become common knowledge. She didn’t what exactly she should do if she did find out that Liz was involved with Sark.
‘You have no idea.’ Liz thought but said. “I know, I just have to make more of an effort to ignore him.”
Sydney sat at her own desk and begun their work. Liz did the same, doing everything she could to keep her eyes off the door on the other side of the office.
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Re: Idea
All kinds of questions, I love it. Let's see if I can answer them all.
First off, there will be a Max/Liz confrontation, just not in this story. I have to
As for whether Sloane or anyone else knows about Liz's past, no they don't. Because this is before the end of S2 when we find out that Nasedo was a traitor, I have him being the dutiful protector and wiping out all references to the aliens when he was pretending to be Pierce. (But inquisitive1, I had thought about connecting the Rambaldi thing to the aliens, I just wasn't sure how or what to do with it.)
As for Liz being 'changed', she won't be in this story, but I have another Sark/Liz story in the works where I will deal with that. However that story is going to take awhile to post because it is going to be forever long.
If I've missed anyone's questions, I'm sorry. And hit me with them again.
PART 31
‘I’m not kidding Liz, this time I’m really fed up with him. He drives me nuts.’ Liz heard Maria complaining over the cordless phone in her hand as she moved around her apartment unpacking her carryon bags. “Maria, you always say that. Then you and Michael make up. It’s what you two do, you fight then make up and from what you’ve unfortunately told me over the years, both are done explosively.”
Liz heard Maria sigh loudly over the phone. ‘That we do.’
“Because despite how much you guys argue back and forth, you love each other.” Liz reminded her. “You guys wouldn’t have been together for almost a decade if you didn’t.”
‘Yeah, you’re right. So enough about me, what are you up to? Didn’t you just get back from somewhere or another?’ Maria asked.
“Seattle.” Liz lied.
‘Ugh, why? From what I’ve heard about the rain, there’s no reason why I’d want to go there.’
“Because that’s where my job sent me.” Liz explained before trying to steer the subject elsewhere “It wasn’t a long trip and I just got back a few hours ago, I didn’t have to go back into the office so I just came home did some stuff around here. You know, unpacking, making something to eat. I can only go so long on restaurant food.”
‘This from the girl who was raised in a restaurant.’ Maria stated.
“Which was why I learned how to cook when I was nine.” Liz mumbled as she looked towards the second bedroom of her apartment where she had heard a noise. She reached into her nightstand drawer and pulled out the gun she stashed there. She listened as Maria continued to chatter on telling a story about when they were younger and working in the café but her attention was on the other bedroom, and investigating the source of the noise.
Liz had just reached the hallway that connected the two rooms when she saw Sark step out of the shadows of the other room. She glared at him for a minute before lowering her firearm. She felt a faint inclination to go ahead and shoot him for creeping her out but resisted. She knew that he had done it just for that purpose. After all, she was not certain that she would even see him that night although she knew that there was a good chance that he would know of her return and come to visit her. He had an annoying habit of knowing everything.
But instead of shooting him, Liz simply rolled her eyes and turned her away from Sark. She had grown a lot more at ease with him in the weeks since they first slept together. His presence in her apartment was not a strange occurrence anymore nor her in his. As they had agreed, they were discreet and never entered the other’s residence through the front door, but went through more clandestine maneuvers.
‘Liz? Did you hear me?’ She heard Maria ask in her ear on her way back into her bedroom. She heard the faint whisper of Sark’s movements behind her and knew he was following behind her.
“No, I didn’t. I’m sorry. I thought I heard something in the other room but it turned out to be nothing. What did you say?” Liz questioned.
‘I asked if you had met anyone yet?’
“Sure, I’ve met lots of people.” Liz remarked.
‘I mean any male people. You know, guys who you want to be more than friendly with.’
“Nope, no interesting guys that I can think of.” Liz answered. She looked over at Sark and saw he had raised an eyebrow at her words but she ignored him.
‘Oh come on Liz, you can’t tell me that out of all of the thousands of men in Los Angeles that not one of them has peaked your interest?’
“Well there may have been one or two...” Liz said although the last part of it came out as a gasp because just as she said it, she felt Sark’s soft lips brush against the curve of her neck. She reached around and tried to bat him away but he was persistent, pulling her robe away from her shoulder and kissing his way around her shoulder. Liz did her best to ignore him as she continued to listen to Maria.
‘I knew it! Who is he? What’s he like? Is he a hottie? How many times have you gone out?’
“Wait a minute, I never said that I was actually seeing anyone. You only asked me if I had met anyone interesting.” Liz argued her point.
‘Now you’re denying it, I so know that you’re lying to me now. I can even hear it in your voice, you’ve never been able to hide anything from me.’
“Maria, I’m not lying to you.” Liz stated but the words lost some of their potency because she had to bite back a moan when she felt Sark cupping her breasts from behind and his fingers caressed her nipples. His mouth had not moved from its position at her neck and the combination of the two touches was driving her nuts.
‘Liz? Are you okay? You sound kind of funny.’
“I’m fine.” Liz said a little too quickly. “Um, Maria. I need to let you go, I’ll call you in a few days.”
Liz didn’t wait for a response, only hit the power button on her phone and tossed it on the bed as she pulled away from Sark. “Are you insane?!”
“That is many people’s evaluation.” Sark commented as he took a seat on her bed.
“I’m serious here, Sark. Maria is worst than the CIA, NSC, and even the KGB when it comes to finding out secrets if she thinks that one of her friends is hiding something from her.” Liz exclaimed as she fixed her robe. Her body was still heated from his attentions but she ignored them in favor of arguing her point.
“I sincerely doubt that she is going to learn anything. Particularly with the safety measures we’ve taken, if skilled operatives haven’t found out, I do not think your friend will be able to.” Sark declared.
“Just because she hasn’t been professionally educated in espionage doesn’t mean that she couldn’t do it.” Liz acknowledged. When she realized she had said too much, peaking Sark’s interest, she changed subjects. “I wasn’t sure if I would be seeing you tonight or not, I didn’t know if you had been informed that we had returned yet.”
“I was just leaving the building when I saw your partner making her way in the opposite direction. I thought perhaps you would not want to sleep in an empty bed tonight.” Sark explained. “How was Minsk?”
“Successful.” Liz answered his question about her latest assignment that had had her out of the country for the last couple of days. A part of her felt content that she had someone to talk to it about but she refused to acknowledge that feeling on the pure basis that that person was Sark. “We ran into some problems but nothing that Sydney and I couldn’t handle. I’m sure that Sloane will brief you on it in the morning.”
“Probably.” Sark answered as he watched her finish her unpacking. It pleased him to see her wearing the robe he had given her, feeling the small sense of victory he felt whenever she wore it. It looked as stunning on her as he had imagined when he had purchased it. And it looked better still when he was taking it off of her. But that would wait until later, despite his earlier actions. He would let her settle in first.
Their days consisted of their work where they kept up the pretense of being nothing more than colleagues while their nights were spent enjoying each other’s company. While the physical part of their relationship was still intense, it was not the sole past time. There were times when they spoke of things, such as their profession, or simply things that interested them. They discussed their likes and argued their dislikes.
It surprised Sark how comfortable they had become in the last few weeks. Perhaps he had become too comfortable, too relaxed, but he pushed the thought out of his head for the moment. There was no immediate danger to him that had not been there from the beginning so he chose not to alter the situation.
As he stretched out along Elizabeth’s bed, Sark caught the aroma of something interesting. “What is that delicious scent that I detect?”
“Dinner.” Liz answered. “Like I said, I didn’t know if you would be joining me tonight so I made a pot of Dried Corn Stew. It’s a recipe of my grandmother’s. It’s not the gourmet cuisine that you are used to but I think that you’re enjoy it.”
“I have yet to discover anything about you that I do not enjoy.” Sark commented with a smirk before following her out of the room and into the kitchen.
First off, there will be a Max/Liz confrontation, just not in this story. I have to
As for whether Sloane or anyone else knows about Liz's past, no they don't. Because this is before the end of S2 when we find out that Nasedo was a traitor, I have him being the dutiful protector and wiping out all references to the aliens when he was pretending to be Pierce. (But inquisitive1, I had thought about connecting the Rambaldi thing to the aliens, I just wasn't sure how or what to do with it.)
As for Liz being 'changed', she won't be in this story, but I have another Sark/Liz story in the works where I will deal with that. However that story is going to take awhile to post because it is going to be forever long.
If I've missed anyone's questions, I'm sorry. And hit me with them again.
PART 31
‘I’m not kidding Liz, this time I’m really fed up with him. He drives me nuts.’ Liz heard Maria complaining over the cordless phone in her hand as she moved around her apartment unpacking her carryon bags. “Maria, you always say that. Then you and Michael make up. It’s what you two do, you fight then make up and from what you’ve unfortunately told me over the years, both are done explosively.”
Liz heard Maria sigh loudly over the phone. ‘That we do.’
“Because despite how much you guys argue back and forth, you love each other.” Liz reminded her. “You guys wouldn’t have been together for almost a decade if you didn’t.”
‘Yeah, you’re right. So enough about me, what are you up to? Didn’t you just get back from somewhere or another?’ Maria asked.
“Seattle.” Liz lied.
‘Ugh, why? From what I’ve heard about the rain, there’s no reason why I’d want to go there.’
“Because that’s where my job sent me.” Liz explained before trying to steer the subject elsewhere “It wasn’t a long trip and I just got back a few hours ago, I didn’t have to go back into the office so I just came home did some stuff around here. You know, unpacking, making something to eat. I can only go so long on restaurant food.”
‘This from the girl who was raised in a restaurant.’ Maria stated.
“Which was why I learned how to cook when I was nine.” Liz mumbled as she looked towards the second bedroom of her apartment where she had heard a noise. She reached into her nightstand drawer and pulled out the gun she stashed there. She listened as Maria continued to chatter on telling a story about when they were younger and working in the café but her attention was on the other bedroom, and investigating the source of the noise.
Liz had just reached the hallway that connected the two rooms when she saw Sark step out of the shadows of the other room. She glared at him for a minute before lowering her firearm. She felt a faint inclination to go ahead and shoot him for creeping her out but resisted. She knew that he had done it just for that purpose. After all, she was not certain that she would even see him that night although she knew that there was a good chance that he would know of her return and come to visit her. He had an annoying habit of knowing everything.
But instead of shooting him, Liz simply rolled her eyes and turned her away from Sark. She had grown a lot more at ease with him in the weeks since they first slept together. His presence in her apartment was not a strange occurrence anymore nor her in his. As they had agreed, they were discreet and never entered the other’s residence through the front door, but went through more clandestine maneuvers.
‘Liz? Did you hear me?’ She heard Maria ask in her ear on her way back into her bedroom. She heard the faint whisper of Sark’s movements behind her and knew he was following behind her.
“No, I didn’t. I’m sorry. I thought I heard something in the other room but it turned out to be nothing. What did you say?” Liz questioned.
‘I asked if you had met anyone yet?’
“Sure, I’ve met lots of people.” Liz remarked.
‘I mean any male people. You know, guys who you want to be more than friendly with.’
“Nope, no interesting guys that I can think of.” Liz answered. She looked over at Sark and saw he had raised an eyebrow at her words but she ignored him.
‘Oh come on Liz, you can’t tell me that out of all of the thousands of men in Los Angeles that not one of them has peaked your interest?’
“Well there may have been one or two...” Liz said although the last part of it came out as a gasp because just as she said it, she felt Sark’s soft lips brush against the curve of her neck. She reached around and tried to bat him away but he was persistent, pulling her robe away from her shoulder and kissing his way around her shoulder. Liz did her best to ignore him as she continued to listen to Maria.
‘I knew it! Who is he? What’s he like? Is he a hottie? How many times have you gone out?’
“Wait a minute, I never said that I was actually seeing anyone. You only asked me if I had met anyone interesting.” Liz argued her point.
‘Now you’re denying it, I so know that you’re lying to me now. I can even hear it in your voice, you’ve never been able to hide anything from me.’
“Maria, I’m not lying to you.” Liz stated but the words lost some of their potency because she had to bite back a moan when she felt Sark cupping her breasts from behind and his fingers caressed her nipples. His mouth had not moved from its position at her neck and the combination of the two touches was driving her nuts.
‘Liz? Are you okay? You sound kind of funny.’
“I’m fine.” Liz said a little too quickly. “Um, Maria. I need to let you go, I’ll call you in a few days.”
Liz didn’t wait for a response, only hit the power button on her phone and tossed it on the bed as she pulled away from Sark. “Are you insane?!”
“That is many people’s evaluation.” Sark commented as he took a seat on her bed.
“I’m serious here, Sark. Maria is worst than the CIA, NSC, and even the KGB when it comes to finding out secrets if she thinks that one of her friends is hiding something from her.” Liz exclaimed as she fixed her robe. Her body was still heated from his attentions but she ignored them in favor of arguing her point.
“I sincerely doubt that she is going to learn anything. Particularly with the safety measures we’ve taken, if skilled operatives haven’t found out, I do not think your friend will be able to.” Sark declared.
“Just because she hasn’t been professionally educated in espionage doesn’t mean that she couldn’t do it.” Liz acknowledged. When she realized she had said too much, peaking Sark’s interest, she changed subjects. “I wasn’t sure if I would be seeing you tonight or not, I didn’t know if you had been informed that we had returned yet.”
“I was just leaving the building when I saw your partner making her way in the opposite direction. I thought perhaps you would not want to sleep in an empty bed tonight.” Sark explained. “How was Minsk?”
“Successful.” Liz answered his question about her latest assignment that had had her out of the country for the last couple of days. A part of her felt content that she had someone to talk to it about but she refused to acknowledge that feeling on the pure basis that that person was Sark. “We ran into some problems but nothing that Sydney and I couldn’t handle. I’m sure that Sloane will brief you on it in the morning.”
“Probably.” Sark answered as he watched her finish her unpacking. It pleased him to see her wearing the robe he had given her, feeling the small sense of victory he felt whenever she wore it. It looked as stunning on her as he had imagined when he had purchased it. And it looked better still when he was taking it off of her. But that would wait until later, despite his earlier actions. He would let her settle in first.
Their days consisted of their work where they kept up the pretense of being nothing more than colleagues while their nights were spent enjoying each other’s company. While the physical part of their relationship was still intense, it was not the sole past time. There were times when they spoke of things, such as their profession, or simply things that interested them. They discussed their likes and argued their dislikes.
It surprised Sark how comfortable they had become in the last few weeks. Perhaps he had become too comfortable, too relaxed, but he pushed the thought out of his head for the moment. There was no immediate danger to him that had not been there from the beginning so he chose not to alter the situation.
As he stretched out along Elizabeth’s bed, Sark caught the aroma of something interesting. “What is that delicious scent that I detect?”
“Dinner.” Liz answered. “Like I said, I didn’t know if you would be joining me tonight so I made a pot of Dried Corn Stew. It’s a recipe of my grandmother’s. It’s not the gourmet cuisine that you are used to but I think that you’re enjoy it.”
“I have yet to discover anything about you that I do not enjoy.” Sark commented with a smirk before following her out of the room and into the kitchen.
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Here's a new part for you guys, it's high rating so if you don't like that, you might want to close your eyes.
PART 32
A short time later, the two sat at Liz’s dining room table with the remains of their dinner scattered around them along with the half-filled glasses of wine. Liz studied the table over the rim of her glass as she took a taste, it was a sight that was becoming very commonplace.
Several times her and Sark had shared meals like this, sometimes at the table, sometimes lounging in bed. When she had entered into this arrangement of theirs she had pictured it although crude, more of a ‘wham bam’ situation. However those nights were few and far between while nights like these was the majority.
During her thoughts, her eyes fell to the bottle of wine that sat on the table between them. “You know, I do believe that you are turning me into an alcoholic.”
“One may say it was yet another way of corrupting you.” Sark commented. “However I do not see how coaching you on the finer vintages could be considered corruption, more like a mission of mercy.”
“Oh, so you providing the bottles of wine is just you, the sophisticated Brit, rescuing the poor small desert town girl from drinking what you consider inferior wine.” Liz taunted him farther. “There is that colossal ego of yours again as well as a healthy dose of denial.”
“I have always found that that my intelligence is not arrogance or vanity but fact.” Sark said as he smiled at Elizabeth’s mocking. Despite their newfound intimacy, their repartee had not changed. “As for the tutoring, if I believed you to be what you just described, I would not be here.”
“And even with the compliment comes more of the ego.” Liz retorted. “Speaking of said ego, how does it judge the culinary fare that I prepared tonight?”
“It was delectable.” Sark stated honestly. “You say that it was a recipe of your grandmother’s?”
“Yes, she learned it when she was doing researching the Navaho Indian tribe, the subject of her book. She published it shortly before she died.” Liz explained. Without realizing it, a smile came across her face as she continued to talk. “Everyone thought she was foolish for doing it at her age but Grandma Claudia didn’t let age stop her. She did whatever she wanted when she wanted to do it. I’ve always envied her for that.”
“Sounds like an interesting woman, and your depiction of her explains a lot about yourself as well. You sound as if you take after her.” Sark commented. He had heard the pride in her voice when she spoke of her grandmother and it offered yet another glimpse into an explanation of Elizabeth’s character.
Liz smiled shyly across the table at him. “That’s a sweet compliment, more so than I think you realize. Did you ever have anyone like that?”
“No.” Sark answered simply as he took a sip of his wine.
“Why am I not surprised by your answer?” Liz insisted. “I mean, you’ve shared with me many of the things you like, or things that you don’t but you have yet to tell me anything about yourself.”
“If you recall, personal confessions are not a part of our agreement.” Sark reminded her as he made his way around the table towards her.
“I’m aware of that, but that doesn’t mean that your silence doesn’t bug the hell out of me.” Liz commented as she raised her head to look up at him.
“Perhaps, I can steal your attention away from it.” Sark said as he leaned forward to capture her lips.
As they devoured each other Liz moved her hands up around his neck as he pulled her on top of him. She was still angry but it was quickly pushed aside by arousal. With her lips still firmly fixed to hers, Liz pushed the dishes away from them before she pushed him roughly onto his back then she kneeled over him, as she ravished his mouth.
Their movements became feverish. Each of them dug a hand into the other's hair attempting to taste more. His other hand slid down her back and pressed firmly on her waist until she straddled him completely. She ground into him and he returned the gesture and she whimpered into his mouth, so he did it again and kept doing it until she had to break from the kiss to catch her breath. He leaned up to her ear then and sucked.
Liz pulled away from him and covered his neck with her mouth. She planned to move downward, to trace each muscle with her lips and, in the process, devour as much of him as possible, but he had other ideas. His fingers moved over her thigh, to the inside of her robe, hooking his thumb around the waistband of her panties.
Sark didn't bother to fully remove the garment; that would involve her somehow changing positions and that was too much of a hassle. So he instead pulled them down only far enough for access, dragged a finger along her and pressed gently upon the bundle of nerves there. She moaned softly, pushed back against his hand and he rubbed gently, back. Her kisses stopped and all of her concentration was reserved for what he was doing to her. She buried her head in his shoulder, letting herself be overtaken by the pleasure.
Sark moved his fingers slowly down before plunging them inside of Elizabeth. She nipped at his neck and bucked her hips against his hand. Somehow, fog that she was currently in, she found the strength to pass one of her hands down to wrap around his own arousal through his pants and give him the same attention. They synchronized their movements a few seconds later and let out a low, simultaneous groan of need.
Desire to attain full contact with her skin became unbearable so he started to tug off her robe. She rose on to her knees and retracted her hand from him so that she could sit up and the article could be removed. He looked up and her and saw her sitting over him in just her panties that were already partially down her legs. She smiled before quickly shimming out of them. He reached out, circled her waist with his hands, and crushed her body and mouth against his.
Her fingers attacked the buttons of his shirt, quickly slipping the buttons through their holes. As the shirt opened, she started to make her way down his body, licking here and biting there. She traced the bottom of his ribcage with her tongue and kissed a trail down before undoing his pants and pulling them off along with his boxers.
As soon as the opportunity had presented itself, Sark pulled her up to him, holding her slightly at bay so that he could get at her neck. One hand came up to caress her breast, circling it, winding closer to her nipple until he brushed his thumb over it. She bit her lip and pushed her hips down toward him and he rotated his but didn't move to enter her. Instead he licked his way down to her opposite breast until his destination had been reached and he sucked gently on her.
Finally, she pushed his head away from her and used one hand to pin him against the table while the other curled around the base of his shaft and pulled him toward her. She produced a condom from one of the pockets of her discarded robe before she rolled it onto him. As soon as she was done, he thrust toward her, just enough to push in at least halfway.
As a whimper escaped her, he reached up and tenderly pushed a stray lock of hair back behind her ear. Then he kissed her lips softly and moved his hips, which elicited a throaty moan from her and initiated a hard thrust against him.
Their rhythm built slow and steady, overtaken by a blinding sort of passion. Their minds were hot and hazy, and it felt incredibly, ridiculously good. They rode it out, kissing and brushing their faces together, running hands up and down and over heated, over sensitized skin, sweat and whimpers and moans mixing together.
Once her breathing evened out and the fog cleared from her brain, Liz propped herself up on her elbow to gaze down at him. “Tell me something, something about you…please?”
Several minutes passed, and it reached the point that Liz thought that Sark had not heard her. She was about to repeat herself when she heard him say. “Do remember the first item you interrogated me about?”
“Yes, I asked you why you called me Elizabeth.” Liz recalled.
“And you informed me that you thought it was unfair for me to have knowledge of your given name when you didn’t know mine.” Sark stated.
“Yes.” Liz acknowledged.
“Julian.” Sark admitted. “My name is Julian.”
Liz smiled at his admission. “Julian, it suits you.”
“So glad you approve.” Sark commented as he lifted them both from the table and preceded to her bedroom for a more comfortable spot to sleep in.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Sitting at one of the barstools in her kitchen, talking to Will and Francie about every day things was one of Sydney’s favorite things to do. It was something so…ordinary, a little thing that most people took for granted. But not Sydney, she coveted all moments of normalcy. Sydney had only been back in Los Angeles for a few hours, but already the stress from the mission had drained from her. A hot shower, a change of clothes and chatting with her friends was always the best remedy for tension.
However the ringing of her cell phone interrupted her relaxation. Rolling her eyes at her friends in aspiration when the conversation stopped, Sydney made a grab for her phone. She knew that her friends instantly thought it was work calling her on her phone by the look of displeasure on Francie’s face and worry on Will’s.
As she check the caller ID, Sydney smiled up at them. “It’s just my dad.”
Will and Francie both relaxed while Sydney hit the ‘talk’ button. At the same time, she stood and headed to her bedroom for some privacy. “Hi Dad.”
“Sydney.”
“Are you calling to ask me about my trip or should I assume that you are calling to up date me on our little investigation?” Sydney asked.
Over the last few weeks, her and her dad had been studying Liz’s and occasionally Sark’s movements, trying to spot some time when the two could conceivably meet. So far, they had come up with nothing concrete, only assumptions. Either Sark or Liz would shake off the tail, discover the tail and change plans accordingly, or they simply chose the wrong time to follow either of them. And they weren’t the only ones; her dad had spotted a security section tail on Liz a few days before they had left Minsk.
“For the most part to bring you up to date, although I am glad to know that you returned safely.” Jack stated.
“Thanks. So what have you found out if anything?” Sydney asked.
“Sark departed the building before I was able to move into position so I was unable to follow him. However I did stake out Liz’s apartment. I attempted to listen in to the proceedings going on inside but she had precautionary measures in place against most surveillance equipment.”
“Then we’re no closer to an answer.” Sydney stated.
“No, and as much as I believe your institutions regarding the two, I think we have to assume that they are being particularly cautious about the situation. I suggest that we postpone any further surveillance for a short period, allowing them to relax before we attempt it again.”
“Yeah, I guess you’re right.” Sydney agreed. “Well thanks for filling me in, I’ll see you tomorrow.”
After hanging up, Sydney lingered in her bedroom for a minute. She wondered if she wasn’t imagining things, Liz had given no signs of being anything that she appeared, an excellent agent who took pride in her job to protect her country. But Sark was a master manipulator, convincing even the most innocent of people to tarnish themselves. She just hoped that Liz would be okay if her suspicions were true.
PART 32
A short time later, the two sat at Liz’s dining room table with the remains of their dinner scattered around them along with the half-filled glasses of wine. Liz studied the table over the rim of her glass as she took a taste, it was a sight that was becoming very commonplace.
Several times her and Sark had shared meals like this, sometimes at the table, sometimes lounging in bed. When she had entered into this arrangement of theirs she had pictured it although crude, more of a ‘wham bam’ situation. However those nights were few and far between while nights like these was the majority.
During her thoughts, her eyes fell to the bottle of wine that sat on the table between them. “You know, I do believe that you are turning me into an alcoholic.”
“One may say it was yet another way of corrupting you.” Sark commented. “However I do not see how coaching you on the finer vintages could be considered corruption, more like a mission of mercy.”
“Oh, so you providing the bottles of wine is just you, the sophisticated Brit, rescuing the poor small desert town girl from drinking what you consider inferior wine.” Liz taunted him farther. “There is that colossal ego of yours again as well as a healthy dose of denial.”
“I have always found that that my intelligence is not arrogance or vanity but fact.” Sark said as he smiled at Elizabeth’s mocking. Despite their newfound intimacy, their repartee had not changed. “As for the tutoring, if I believed you to be what you just described, I would not be here.”
“And even with the compliment comes more of the ego.” Liz retorted. “Speaking of said ego, how does it judge the culinary fare that I prepared tonight?”
“It was delectable.” Sark stated honestly. “You say that it was a recipe of your grandmother’s?”
“Yes, she learned it when she was doing researching the Navaho Indian tribe, the subject of her book. She published it shortly before she died.” Liz explained. Without realizing it, a smile came across her face as she continued to talk. “Everyone thought she was foolish for doing it at her age but Grandma Claudia didn’t let age stop her. She did whatever she wanted when she wanted to do it. I’ve always envied her for that.”
“Sounds like an interesting woman, and your depiction of her explains a lot about yourself as well. You sound as if you take after her.” Sark commented. He had heard the pride in her voice when she spoke of her grandmother and it offered yet another glimpse into an explanation of Elizabeth’s character.
Liz smiled shyly across the table at him. “That’s a sweet compliment, more so than I think you realize. Did you ever have anyone like that?”
“No.” Sark answered simply as he took a sip of his wine.
“Why am I not surprised by your answer?” Liz insisted. “I mean, you’ve shared with me many of the things you like, or things that you don’t but you have yet to tell me anything about yourself.”
“If you recall, personal confessions are not a part of our agreement.” Sark reminded her as he made his way around the table towards her.
“I’m aware of that, but that doesn’t mean that your silence doesn’t bug the hell out of me.” Liz commented as she raised her head to look up at him.
“Perhaps, I can steal your attention away from it.” Sark said as he leaned forward to capture her lips.
As they devoured each other Liz moved her hands up around his neck as he pulled her on top of him. She was still angry but it was quickly pushed aside by arousal. With her lips still firmly fixed to hers, Liz pushed the dishes away from them before she pushed him roughly onto his back then she kneeled over him, as she ravished his mouth.
Their movements became feverish. Each of them dug a hand into the other's hair attempting to taste more. His other hand slid down her back and pressed firmly on her waist until she straddled him completely. She ground into him and he returned the gesture and she whimpered into his mouth, so he did it again and kept doing it until she had to break from the kiss to catch her breath. He leaned up to her ear then and sucked.
Liz pulled away from him and covered his neck with her mouth. She planned to move downward, to trace each muscle with her lips and, in the process, devour as much of him as possible, but he had other ideas. His fingers moved over her thigh, to the inside of her robe, hooking his thumb around the waistband of her panties.
Sark didn't bother to fully remove the garment; that would involve her somehow changing positions and that was too much of a hassle. So he instead pulled them down only far enough for access, dragged a finger along her and pressed gently upon the bundle of nerves there. She moaned softly, pushed back against his hand and he rubbed gently, back. Her kisses stopped and all of her concentration was reserved for what he was doing to her. She buried her head in his shoulder, letting herself be overtaken by the pleasure.
Sark moved his fingers slowly down before plunging them inside of Elizabeth. She nipped at his neck and bucked her hips against his hand. Somehow, fog that she was currently in, she found the strength to pass one of her hands down to wrap around his own arousal through his pants and give him the same attention. They synchronized their movements a few seconds later and let out a low, simultaneous groan of need.
Desire to attain full contact with her skin became unbearable so he started to tug off her robe. She rose on to her knees and retracted her hand from him so that she could sit up and the article could be removed. He looked up and her and saw her sitting over him in just her panties that were already partially down her legs. She smiled before quickly shimming out of them. He reached out, circled her waist with his hands, and crushed her body and mouth against his.
Her fingers attacked the buttons of his shirt, quickly slipping the buttons through their holes. As the shirt opened, she started to make her way down his body, licking here and biting there. She traced the bottom of his ribcage with her tongue and kissed a trail down before undoing his pants and pulling them off along with his boxers.
As soon as the opportunity had presented itself, Sark pulled her up to him, holding her slightly at bay so that he could get at her neck. One hand came up to caress her breast, circling it, winding closer to her nipple until he brushed his thumb over it. She bit her lip and pushed her hips down toward him and he rotated his but didn't move to enter her. Instead he licked his way down to her opposite breast until his destination had been reached and he sucked gently on her.
Finally, she pushed his head away from her and used one hand to pin him against the table while the other curled around the base of his shaft and pulled him toward her. She produced a condom from one of the pockets of her discarded robe before she rolled it onto him. As soon as she was done, he thrust toward her, just enough to push in at least halfway.
As a whimper escaped her, he reached up and tenderly pushed a stray lock of hair back behind her ear. Then he kissed her lips softly and moved his hips, which elicited a throaty moan from her and initiated a hard thrust against him.
Their rhythm built slow and steady, overtaken by a blinding sort of passion. Their minds were hot and hazy, and it felt incredibly, ridiculously good. They rode it out, kissing and brushing their faces together, running hands up and down and over heated, over sensitized skin, sweat and whimpers and moans mixing together.
Once her breathing evened out and the fog cleared from her brain, Liz propped herself up on her elbow to gaze down at him. “Tell me something, something about you…please?”
Several minutes passed, and it reached the point that Liz thought that Sark had not heard her. She was about to repeat herself when she heard him say. “Do remember the first item you interrogated me about?”
“Yes, I asked you why you called me Elizabeth.” Liz recalled.
“And you informed me that you thought it was unfair for me to have knowledge of your given name when you didn’t know mine.” Sark stated.
“Yes.” Liz acknowledged.
“Julian.” Sark admitted. “My name is Julian.”
Liz smiled at his admission. “Julian, it suits you.”
“So glad you approve.” Sark commented as he lifted them both from the table and preceded to her bedroom for a more comfortable spot to sleep in.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Sitting at one of the barstools in her kitchen, talking to Will and Francie about every day things was one of Sydney’s favorite things to do. It was something so…ordinary, a little thing that most people took for granted. But not Sydney, she coveted all moments of normalcy. Sydney had only been back in Los Angeles for a few hours, but already the stress from the mission had drained from her. A hot shower, a change of clothes and chatting with her friends was always the best remedy for tension.
However the ringing of her cell phone interrupted her relaxation. Rolling her eyes at her friends in aspiration when the conversation stopped, Sydney made a grab for her phone. She knew that her friends instantly thought it was work calling her on her phone by the look of displeasure on Francie’s face and worry on Will’s.
As she check the caller ID, Sydney smiled up at them. “It’s just my dad.”
Will and Francie both relaxed while Sydney hit the ‘talk’ button. At the same time, she stood and headed to her bedroom for some privacy. “Hi Dad.”
“Sydney.”
“Are you calling to ask me about my trip or should I assume that you are calling to up date me on our little investigation?” Sydney asked.
Over the last few weeks, her and her dad had been studying Liz’s and occasionally Sark’s movements, trying to spot some time when the two could conceivably meet. So far, they had come up with nothing concrete, only assumptions. Either Sark or Liz would shake off the tail, discover the tail and change plans accordingly, or they simply chose the wrong time to follow either of them. And they weren’t the only ones; her dad had spotted a security section tail on Liz a few days before they had left Minsk.
“For the most part to bring you up to date, although I am glad to know that you returned safely.” Jack stated.
“Thanks. So what have you found out if anything?” Sydney asked.
“Sark departed the building before I was able to move into position so I was unable to follow him. However I did stake out Liz’s apartment. I attempted to listen in to the proceedings going on inside but she had precautionary measures in place against most surveillance equipment.”
“Then we’re no closer to an answer.” Sydney stated.
“No, and as much as I believe your institutions regarding the two, I think we have to assume that they are being particularly cautious about the situation. I suggest that we postpone any further surveillance for a short period, allowing them to relax before we attempt it again.”
“Yeah, I guess you’re right.” Sydney agreed. “Well thanks for filling me in, I’ll see you tomorrow.”
After hanging up, Sydney lingered in her bedroom for a minute. She wondered if she wasn’t imagining things, Liz had given no signs of being anything that she appeared, an excellent agent who took pride in her job to protect her country. But Sark was a master manipulator, convincing even the most innocent of people to tarnish themselves. She just hoped that Liz would be okay if her suspicions were true.
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PART 33
The next morning, Liz woke an empty bed. Not that the fact surprised her a bit, departing before the cover of darkness disappeared was another of the precautions they enforced. However that did not mean that Liz was not frustrated by the fact that she was alone. A brief notion that she might have actually missed Sark’s presence fluttered though her mind. And that thought caused her quite a bit of concern. Just as the desire the night before to learn more about him disconcerted her.
It wasn’t as if Liz didn’t remember the internal words of warning she had given herself that first night they had slept together. They had cautioned her not to dig too deeply into who Sark was because it was going into too dangerous of territory. She had pursued a relationship with someone she knew she hadn’t belonged with before, and things had ended up horribly. While Sark was nothing like Max, Liz could see that being involved with either of them emotionally was risky.
But after spending so much time with him, Liz found herself wanting to take the chance and find out what she wanted to know about Sark. True, she had made progress with him the night before, she had learned his name but it wasn’t enough. She wanted to know about him, not just his likes and dislikes but the little things. Like how he grew up, what his parents were like, or what had led him to where he was now.
But the answers to her questions would have to wait for another time. Because presently she was expected to be back in the office in an hour. No break after this mission. So Liz climbed out of bed and headed for her bathroom, smiling at the thought of how the hot water would feel good on her muscles. Her smile got bigger when she thought of why the muscles were tired. They had been exhausted very pleasurably the night before.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
The day was more than half over when Liz and Sydney were summoned to a briefing in the conference room. Both of them assumed it was something pertaining to the mission to Minsk, but when they entered the conference room, the atmosphere inside told them that the meeting was to do with something else, a different mission most likely.
“If you’ll just take your seats, we can begin this briefing.” Sloane ordered.
Liz and Sydney took the two remaining chairs at the table. Sloane of course sat at the head, while Sark and Jack sat in the chairs that were opposite of hers and Sydney’s with Marshall at the other end. Liz’s eyes briefing flickered to Sark’s face to see if she could tell what was going on however his face was the unreadable mask of professionalism. Just as he always looked when they were in the office.
As soon as they sat, Sloane began. “As you know, when Mr. Sark surrendered to us, he informed us of many different aspects of Derevko’s operation such as known contacts & operatives. In addition, he also gave us detailed reports of various endeavors Derevko was developing. Several of them proved to show great potential however were not developed enough for practical use, until now.”
A picture was brought up on the screen behind Sloane as well as the small monitors mounted on the table. The picture was of a man in his late twenties to early thirties. Liz focused on Sark as he began his part of the briefing. “The man in the picture is Robert Sullivan, hardware engineer for the research and development section of Baumgartner International. Six months ago, I approached him as a representative for Derevko’s organization. The goal was to draft Sullivan to create a computer program with specific security perimeters.”
“What were the programs details?” Sydney asked suspiciously. She could only guess what her mother and Sark had cooked up for the programmer to create.
Marshall chose that time to speak up. “This guy Sullivan created this really…cool…doodad. Basically, you start with a program, which is more like a virus, and take it to any high-level access terminal and download it. But it is too large of a program to be so simple that you put it on a floppy disk or a CD. No this is different.”
“To compensate for the size of the program, Sullivan created his own version of a portable disk drive. You plug it into the computer, then insert a disk that Sullivan designed to activate the drive to download the program into the system. Once it is downloaded, it interfaces with the security control console. It then takes over the system so that the person, more precisely the computer that activated could run the whole system from their terminal. You’d have total control over what the cameras see, what the sensors find or deactivate the alarms.”
“Now I know what you’re thinking…Marshall this isn’t something new. But that is just the beginning. This baby also bypasses all security protocols: lock-downs, a supervisor’s kill switch…all of it would be irrelevant.”
”So it’s basically a skeleton key for high-level computer systems?” Liz asked to make certain that she understood what he was saying. Her eyes flicked again to Sark then back to Marshall. She had to admit that concept of the program was clever. But as clever as it was, it was just as dangerous if it were in the wrong hands.
“Yeah…and to be honest, I’m just a little bit jealous…” Marshall confessed.
“Marshall…” Sloane warned.
“Sorry sir.” Marshall said.
Sloane simply nodded as Jack began to speak. “Now at the time that Mr. Sark came to us, the program and it’s hardware was still being created. Nevertheless we still kept surveillance on Sullivan to watch over his progress. A week ago, he produced a working prototype.”
“Of course by this time, Sullivan had learned that Derevko has gone underground into hiding and came to the conclusion that he would not be compensated for his services and sought other avenues despite my attempts to fulfill our prior contract .” Sark interrupted.
“Because of those attempts by Mr. Sark, Sullivan himself went into hiding. We pursued his trail until we discovered his location, we received confirmation that he has been spotted in Bangkok only two hours ago.” Sloane explained. “The two of you will travel to Bangkok, under the guise of two young tourists, where you locate Sullivan’s hideaway. Once that is accomplished, you will proceed to his accommodations and extract the prototype.”
“Most likely, the prototype will not be left alone. Sullivan will not wander far from his handiwork.” Liz stated although it sounded more like a question.
“These circumstances have been taken into consideration, of course. But this program is too valuable of a commodity to allow our enemies to acquire it first. That is why you are to obtain it by any means necessary, including extreme force if it is required” Sloane clarified.
Liz and Sydney both nodded in acceptance of the mission necessities and Sloane added one more command. “As soon as you have the program in your possession, Sullivan’s equipment will need to be destroyed so that he will not be able to replicate the program. Marshall has the surveillance equipment you will need. Remember that time is of the essence with this mission, you leave in two hours.”
The briefing broke up then and after a brief conversation Liz and Sydney had their arrangements and Optech that they would need. With that done, Liz left to make a quick trip home to pack and head to the airport while Sydney did the same except made a brief detour.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Thinking of the tight timeline she was working in, Sydney moved as quickly as her legs would take her. Luckily Vaughn had moved hurriedly as well and was waiting for her. She didn’t even come to a stop before she began to talk. “I have to be at the airport in twenty minutes, were you able to prepare a counter mission?”
“Without knowing the specific design of the gadget, we weren’t able to create a replacement.” Vaughn explained.
“We can’t let Sloane get his hands on this program. It would give the Alliance open access to any company, defense, or intelligence agency they can sneak into.” Sydney argued.
“And the CIA doesn’t plan to let them have it.” Vaughn assured her. “In the airport Bangkok, you will perform a brush pass with Weiss as the receiver. He will then hand it over to the technicians who will be on a plane nearby. On route back to Los Angeles, they will generate a duplicate device that will of course be unsuccessful. And we will get the imitation one to you at the airport after you land back here via another brush pass.”
“Liz and I will be traveling together both ways but it shouldn’t be a problem. Thank you for meeting me so suddenly, but Sloane is adamant about moving fast enough so there was no other way.” Sydney stated. “I should get going actually. ”
“Sydney…be careful.” Vaughn warned. When Sydney looked at him puzzled, he added. “This program is valuable and even with Sark and your mother out of the field, you don’t know who else might show up.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll be okay.” Sydney said with a smile before leaving the building.
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The next morning, Liz woke an empty bed. Not that the fact surprised her a bit, departing before the cover of darkness disappeared was another of the precautions they enforced. However that did not mean that Liz was not frustrated by the fact that she was alone. A brief notion that she might have actually missed Sark’s presence fluttered though her mind. And that thought caused her quite a bit of concern. Just as the desire the night before to learn more about him disconcerted her.
It wasn’t as if Liz didn’t remember the internal words of warning she had given herself that first night they had slept together. They had cautioned her not to dig too deeply into who Sark was because it was going into too dangerous of territory. She had pursued a relationship with someone she knew she hadn’t belonged with before, and things had ended up horribly. While Sark was nothing like Max, Liz could see that being involved with either of them emotionally was risky.
But after spending so much time with him, Liz found herself wanting to take the chance and find out what she wanted to know about Sark. True, she had made progress with him the night before, she had learned his name but it wasn’t enough. She wanted to know about him, not just his likes and dislikes but the little things. Like how he grew up, what his parents were like, or what had led him to where he was now.
But the answers to her questions would have to wait for another time. Because presently she was expected to be back in the office in an hour. No break after this mission. So Liz climbed out of bed and headed for her bathroom, smiling at the thought of how the hot water would feel good on her muscles. Her smile got bigger when she thought of why the muscles were tired. They had been exhausted very pleasurably the night before.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
The day was more than half over when Liz and Sydney were summoned to a briefing in the conference room. Both of them assumed it was something pertaining to the mission to Minsk, but when they entered the conference room, the atmosphere inside told them that the meeting was to do with something else, a different mission most likely.
“If you’ll just take your seats, we can begin this briefing.” Sloane ordered.
Liz and Sydney took the two remaining chairs at the table. Sloane of course sat at the head, while Sark and Jack sat in the chairs that were opposite of hers and Sydney’s with Marshall at the other end. Liz’s eyes briefing flickered to Sark’s face to see if she could tell what was going on however his face was the unreadable mask of professionalism. Just as he always looked when they were in the office.
As soon as they sat, Sloane began. “As you know, when Mr. Sark surrendered to us, he informed us of many different aspects of Derevko’s operation such as known contacts & operatives. In addition, he also gave us detailed reports of various endeavors Derevko was developing. Several of them proved to show great potential however were not developed enough for practical use, until now.”
A picture was brought up on the screen behind Sloane as well as the small monitors mounted on the table. The picture was of a man in his late twenties to early thirties. Liz focused on Sark as he began his part of the briefing. “The man in the picture is Robert Sullivan, hardware engineer for the research and development section of Baumgartner International. Six months ago, I approached him as a representative for Derevko’s organization. The goal was to draft Sullivan to create a computer program with specific security perimeters.”
“What were the programs details?” Sydney asked suspiciously. She could only guess what her mother and Sark had cooked up for the programmer to create.
Marshall chose that time to speak up. “This guy Sullivan created this really…cool…doodad. Basically, you start with a program, which is more like a virus, and take it to any high-level access terminal and download it. But it is too large of a program to be so simple that you put it on a floppy disk or a CD. No this is different.”
“To compensate for the size of the program, Sullivan created his own version of a portable disk drive. You plug it into the computer, then insert a disk that Sullivan designed to activate the drive to download the program into the system. Once it is downloaded, it interfaces with the security control console. It then takes over the system so that the person, more precisely the computer that activated could run the whole system from their terminal. You’d have total control over what the cameras see, what the sensors find or deactivate the alarms.”
“Now I know what you’re thinking…Marshall this isn’t something new. But that is just the beginning. This baby also bypasses all security protocols: lock-downs, a supervisor’s kill switch…all of it would be irrelevant.”
”So it’s basically a skeleton key for high-level computer systems?” Liz asked to make certain that she understood what he was saying. Her eyes flicked again to Sark then back to Marshall. She had to admit that concept of the program was clever. But as clever as it was, it was just as dangerous if it were in the wrong hands.
“Yeah…and to be honest, I’m just a little bit jealous…” Marshall confessed.
“Marshall…” Sloane warned.
“Sorry sir.” Marshall said.
Sloane simply nodded as Jack began to speak. “Now at the time that Mr. Sark came to us, the program and it’s hardware was still being created. Nevertheless we still kept surveillance on Sullivan to watch over his progress. A week ago, he produced a working prototype.”
“Of course by this time, Sullivan had learned that Derevko has gone underground into hiding and came to the conclusion that he would not be compensated for his services and sought other avenues despite my attempts to fulfill our prior contract .” Sark interrupted.
“Because of those attempts by Mr. Sark, Sullivan himself went into hiding. We pursued his trail until we discovered his location, we received confirmation that he has been spotted in Bangkok only two hours ago.” Sloane explained. “The two of you will travel to Bangkok, under the guise of two young tourists, where you locate Sullivan’s hideaway. Once that is accomplished, you will proceed to his accommodations and extract the prototype.”
“Most likely, the prototype will not be left alone. Sullivan will not wander far from his handiwork.” Liz stated although it sounded more like a question.
“These circumstances have been taken into consideration, of course. But this program is too valuable of a commodity to allow our enemies to acquire it first. That is why you are to obtain it by any means necessary, including extreme force if it is required” Sloane clarified.
Liz and Sydney both nodded in acceptance of the mission necessities and Sloane added one more command. “As soon as you have the program in your possession, Sullivan’s equipment will need to be destroyed so that he will not be able to replicate the program. Marshall has the surveillance equipment you will need. Remember that time is of the essence with this mission, you leave in two hours.”
The briefing broke up then and after a brief conversation Liz and Sydney had their arrangements and Optech that they would need. With that done, Liz left to make a quick trip home to pack and head to the airport while Sydney did the same except made a brief detour.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Thinking of the tight timeline she was working in, Sydney moved as quickly as her legs would take her. Luckily Vaughn had moved hurriedly as well and was waiting for her. She didn’t even come to a stop before she began to talk. “I have to be at the airport in twenty minutes, were you able to prepare a counter mission?”
“Without knowing the specific design of the gadget, we weren’t able to create a replacement.” Vaughn explained.
“We can’t let Sloane get his hands on this program. It would give the Alliance open access to any company, defense, or intelligence agency they can sneak into.” Sydney argued.
“And the CIA doesn’t plan to let them have it.” Vaughn assured her. “In the airport Bangkok, you will perform a brush pass with Weiss as the receiver. He will then hand it over to the technicians who will be on a plane nearby. On route back to Los Angeles, they will generate a duplicate device that will of course be unsuccessful. And we will get the imitation one to you at the airport after you land back here via another brush pass.”
“Liz and I will be traveling together both ways but it shouldn’t be a problem. Thank you for meeting me so suddenly, but Sloane is adamant about moving fast enough so there was no other way.” Sydney stated. “I should get going actually. ”
“Sydney…be careful.” Vaughn warned. When Sydney looked at him puzzled, he added. “This program is valuable and even with Sark and your mother out of the field, you don’t know who else might show up.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll be okay.” Sydney said with a smile before leaving the building.
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Hello! I hope everyone had a good mother's day weekend (Even though there was no Alias on last night). I have a late present for all of you, a new part. And an evil cliffhanger.
PART 34
BANGKOK
As soon as they landed in Bangkok, Liz and Sydney scoured the city looking for leads on where they could find Robert Sullivan’s hiding place. As part of their strategy, they dressed as regular tourists, two women traveling alone but looking for a friend who they were supposed to be meeting in Bangkok. However they had lost the paper that they had written their friend’s address and phone number on it so they were left to search him out. It took hours of questioning people but it finally paid off when they found a lead in Chinatown.
A man, one of the local merchants, recognized the picture they had of Sullivan and told them of a nearby flophouse where Sullivan had been seen coming in and out of. After they thanked him, they followed his directions to the building. It was only a few stories tall, and had a somewhat seedy look to it but it was understandable why Sullivan would have picked it. It would not be a place where one would think that a man who had a program worth millions of dollars would be hiding out.
Outside of the building, there were several people loitering around and Sydney and Liz questioned them if they recognized Sullivan. They were leery of answering but their tongues loosened when Sydney offered cash for their information. One of them admitted that Sullivan was staying in the building, on the third floor but he was not there now. He had seen him leaving a little while before. Sydney and Liz knew that this was the perfect time to search the man’s room so they headed inside. There was no kind of door security system so the two of them slipped inside easily.
Cautiously, the two moved to the third floor and the designated room. Once there, they entered the room and found that it was indeed empty. Knowing that Sullivan could come back at any time, they began to search the room with the hopes that it was there. It wasn’t overly huge but bigger than they assumed. It was actually two rooms, an outer one and the bedroom. Sydney started in the bedroom while Liz took the ‘sitting’ room.
Ten minutes or so had passed when the door was suddenly thrown open and a man they recognized as Sullivan came barreling in the room. He was half way inside before noticing that his room was not empty. He quickly turned on his heel to flee but Liz was quicker. She swiftly picked up an overturned chair and tossed it so that it collided with Sullivan’s knees, effectively sweeping them out from under him. He hit the floor hard and it knocked the wind out of him.
Sydney watched the whole exchange from the door of the bedroom. “Nice shot.”
“Thank you.” Liz said as she stepped forward, and picked up the chair. She advanced on Sullivan before he could move and set it down so that one of the bars was pressed against his neck while the other rungs pressed his arms and chest down against the floor, pining him there.
Liz sat down on the chair to add some weight to it before looking down at Sullivan. “Where is it?”
Sullivan shook his head as much as he could. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Sydney withdrew her gun and pointed it at Sullivan’s head. “All my partner here has to do is lean a little harder and she’ll crush your windpipe so I suggest you start talking.”
Sullivan seemed to hesitate still but when Liz leaned the chair forward a little more, he suddenly became chatty. “In the couch, under the cushions is a false bottom. Under it is a disk and a device that looks like an MP3 player…that’s it.”
Sydney followed his instructions and within a minute, had extracted everything from the insides of the couch. Sydney took it over to where a laptop was hooked up and inserted the disk. “What’s the file name?”
“Impotent.” Sullivan muttered.
Sydney and Liz each raised an eyebrow at the peculiar name of the file but didn’t say anything. Instead Sydney typed the title into the search function and the computer quickly showed that the file was encoded on the disk. “He’s telling the truth, it’s all here. Content, commands, everything to initiate it and apply it.”
“Then we’ve got what we’ve need.” Liz stated.
Liz stood up and pulled the chair up off of Sullivan. The man looked relieved but it turned into panic as he saw the chair coming back towards him. Liz knew the blow from the chair had knocked him out cold for a few hours. She felt a brief chill run down her back as she looked at him. Things could have turned out far worse; they might have had to kill him to complete their orders. There was no doubt in her mind that Sark would have killed him, not leaving any witnesses behind.
Liz felt eyes on her and looked over to see Sydney staring at her. “I’ve launched the virus that Marshall sent to wipe Sullivan’s computer, all set to go.”
“Then we should get moving.” Liz stated.
The two exited the building just as carefully as they entered, there could be someone watching them and if they thought that the two agents had what they did, they may try to acquire it for themselves. They went back to the safehouse was nearby to contact SD 6 to let them know that they had completed their mission before heading of the airport.
Sydney still had the program and device in her possession when they reached the airport so when she saw Weiss coming towards her; she pulled it from her bag. They accomplished the brush pass successfully without Liz noticing anything before they boarded the plane and headed for Los Angeles.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
The flight from Bangkok was a long one but a peaceful one. Liz and Sydney took the opportunity to sleep, or read, as well as talk. Their conversation was mostly just idle chatter, just the kind of small talk that was spoken between friends as a way to past the time. Liz found that the talking was the best way to past the long hours of the flight. After all she really liked Sydney and considered her a friend.
Although there were times that she could tell Sydney held back, not completely opening up to her. Liz knew that the only reason she noticed was because it was a trait she had seen many times in herself. With her parents and friends, or the people she worked with Sydney included, so Liz did not push the subject.
When they landed in Los Angeles, it was early evening. The airport of course was busy, Liz had yet to see it not be busy even in the waking hours of the day. And it was that hustling crowd that almost blocked her from witnessing the deed being carried out. But it did not.
They were about half way through the terminal and Liz was in front of Sydney to make it easier to walk. She had just turned to ask Sydney if she wanted to go and get something to eat when she saw a stocky man, not traditional good looking but still cute, pass by them and bump into Sydney. Before Liz’s eyes she saw the man hand something off to Sydney while she did the same, passing the program and device they had just taken, in return.
Liz couldn’t believe it when she saw it but quickly pulled her attention to in front of her so that Sydney did not notice she had seen it. Thoughts and speculation as to what her partner was up to flooded her mind, the foremost conclusion in her mind was that Sydney was a double agent. And the most likely employer was her mother, Irina Derevko. Liz wondered if Sark knew or if was something kept between mother and daughter.
As they left the airport, Liz was not a bit surprised to hear Sydney offer to take the program to SD6 and drop it off. Liz agreed, thanking her for letting her go home early. However instead of doing that, Liz followed her. Sydney did go to the office and when she emerged twenty minutes later, Liz assumed that the decoy that the man had given her had passed Sloane’s critical inspection. The duplicate must have been a good one.
Liz knew that she should go inside and report Sydney right away, when in actuality she should have reported Sydney the moment she stepped inside of SD6. But Liz thought it was a better idea to follow Sydney, and figure out who exactly she reported to before bring her accusations to light.
It took some doing to outmaneuver Sydney so that the trained agent did not notice that someone was following her. Nevertheless, Liz kept shadowing her. At last, Sydney pulled into a vacant parking lot outside of a self-storage building and went inside. Liz waited five minutes before going inside herself. Although she didn’t like it, she brought the gun that she kept hidden away in her car.
As she entered the building, she heard the faint sounds of two voices, one she recognized as Sydney’s and a male one. She came around the corner, hidden by metal gates and saw Sydney talking to a man, a different one then the one at the airport. She listened to them talking for a minute about analysis of the program and Liz knew that she was right. She also knew that she had to end Sydney’s duplicity and take her to Sloane. She pulled up gun to chest level, keeping the two people in her sights as she stepped forward. The two heard her approach and their necks snapped to look in her direction, looks of shock on their faces
PART 34
BANGKOK
As soon as they landed in Bangkok, Liz and Sydney scoured the city looking for leads on where they could find Robert Sullivan’s hiding place. As part of their strategy, they dressed as regular tourists, two women traveling alone but looking for a friend who they were supposed to be meeting in Bangkok. However they had lost the paper that they had written their friend’s address and phone number on it so they were left to search him out. It took hours of questioning people but it finally paid off when they found a lead in Chinatown.
A man, one of the local merchants, recognized the picture they had of Sullivan and told them of a nearby flophouse where Sullivan had been seen coming in and out of. After they thanked him, they followed his directions to the building. It was only a few stories tall, and had a somewhat seedy look to it but it was understandable why Sullivan would have picked it. It would not be a place where one would think that a man who had a program worth millions of dollars would be hiding out.
Outside of the building, there were several people loitering around and Sydney and Liz questioned them if they recognized Sullivan. They were leery of answering but their tongues loosened when Sydney offered cash for their information. One of them admitted that Sullivan was staying in the building, on the third floor but he was not there now. He had seen him leaving a little while before. Sydney and Liz knew that this was the perfect time to search the man’s room so they headed inside. There was no kind of door security system so the two of them slipped inside easily.
Cautiously, the two moved to the third floor and the designated room. Once there, they entered the room and found that it was indeed empty. Knowing that Sullivan could come back at any time, they began to search the room with the hopes that it was there. It wasn’t overly huge but bigger than they assumed. It was actually two rooms, an outer one and the bedroom. Sydney started in the bedroom while Liz took the ‘sitting’ room.
Ten minutes or so had passed when the door was suddenly thrown open and a man they recognized as Sullivan came barreling in the room. He was half way inside before noticing that his room was not empty. He quickly turned on his heel to flee but Liz was quicker. She swiftly picked up an overturned chair and tossed it so that it collided with Sullivan’s knees, effectively sweeping them out from under him. He hit the floor hard and it knocked the wind out of him.
Sydney watched the whole exchange from the door of the bedroom. “Nice shot.”
“Thank you.” Liz said as she stepped forward, and picked up the chair. She advanced on Sullivan before he could move and set it down so that one of the bars was pressed against his neck while the other rungs pressed his arms and chest down against the floor, pining him there.
Liz sat down on the chair to add some weight to it before looking down at Sullivan. “Where is it?”
Sullivan shook his head as much as he could. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Sydney withdrew her gun and pointed it at Sullivan’s head. “All my partner here has to do is lean a little harder and she’ll crush your windpipe so I suggest you start talking.”
Sullivan seemed to hesitate still but when Liz leaned the chair forward a little more, he suddenly became chatty. “In the couch, under the cushions is a false bottom. Under it is a disk and a device that looks like an MP3 player…that’s it.”
Sydney followed his instructions and within a minute, had extracted everything from the insides of the couch. Sydney took it over to where a laptop was hooked up and inserted the disk. “What’s the file name?”
“Impotent.” Sullivan muttered.
Sydney and Liz each raised an eyebrow at the peculiar name of the file but didn’t say anything. Instead Sydney typed the title into the search function and the computer quickly showed that the file was encoded on the disk. “He’s telling the truth, it’s all here. Content, commands, everything to initiate it and apply it.”
“Then we’ve got what we’ve need.” Liz stated.
Liz stood up and pulled the chair up off of Sullivan. The man looked relieved but it turned into panic as he saw the chair coming back towards him. Liz knew the blow from the chair had knocked him out cold for a few hours. She felt a brief chill run down her back as she looked at him. Things could have turned out far worse; they might have had to kill him to complete their orders. There was no doubt in her mind that Sark would have killed him, not leaving any witnesses behind.
Liz felt eyes on her and looked over to see Sydney staring at her. “I’ve launched the virus that Marshall sent to wipe Sullivan’s computer, all set to go.”
“Then we should get moving.” Liz stated.
The two exited the building just as carefully as they entered, there could be someone watching them and if they thought that the two agents had what they did, they may try to acquire it for themselves. They went back to the safehouse was nearby to contact SD 6 to let them know that they had completed their mission before heading of the airport.
Sydney still had the program and device in her possession when they reached the airport so when she saw Weiss coming towards her; she pulled it from her bag. They accomplished the brush pass successfully without Liz noticing anything before they boarded the plane and headed for Los Angeles.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
The flight from Bangkok was a long one but a peaceful one. Liz and Sydney took the opportunity to sleep, or read, as well as talk. Their conversation was mostly just idle chatter, just the kind of small talk that was spoken between friends as a way to past the time. Liz found that the talking was the best way to past the long hours of the flight. After all she really liked Sydney and considered her a friend.
Although there were times that she could tell Sydney held back, not completely opening up to her. Liz knew that the only reason she noticed was because it was a trait she had seen many times in herself. With her parents and friends, or the people she worked with Sydney included, so Liz did not push the subject.
When they landed in Los Angeles, it was early evening. The airport of course was busy, Liz had yet to see it not be busy even in the waking hours of the day. And it was that hustling crowd that almost blocked her from witnessing the deed being carried out. But it did not.
They were about half way through the terminal and Liz was in front of Sydney to make it easier to walk. She had just turned to ask Sydney if she wanted to go and get something to eat when she saw a stocky man, not traditional good looking but still cute, pass by them and bump into Sydney. Before Liz’s eyes she saw the man hand something off to Sydney while she did the same, passing the program and device they had just taken, in return.
Liz couldn’t believe it when she saw it but quickly pulled her attention to in front of her so that Sydney did not notice she had seen it. Thoughts and speculation as to what her partner was up to flooded her mind, the foremost conclusion in her mind was that Sydney was a double agent. And the most likely employer was her mother, Irina Derevko. Liz wondered if Sark knew or if was something kept between mother and daughter.
As they left the airport, Liz was not a bit surprised to hear Sydney offer to take the program to SD6 and drop it off. Liz agreed, thanking her for letting her go home early. However instead of doing that, Liz followed her. Sydney did go to the office and when she emerged twenty minutes later, Liz assumed that the decoy that the man had given her had passed Sloane’s critical inspection. The duplicate must have been a good one.
Liz knew that she should go inside and report Sydney right away, when in actuality she should have reported Sydney the moment she stepped inside of SD6. But Liz thought it was a better idea to follow Sydney, and figure out who exactly she reported to before bring her accusations to light.
It took some doing to outmaneuver Sydney so that the trained agent did not notice that someone was following her. Nevertheless, Liz kept shadowing her. At last, Sydney pulled into a vacant parking lot outside of a self-storage building and went inside. Liz waited five minutes before going inside herself. Although she didn’t like it, she brought the gun that she kept hidden away in her car.
As she entered the building, she heard the faint sounds of two voices, one she recognized as Sydney’s and a male one. She came around the corner, hidden by metal gates and saw Sydney talking to a man, a different one then the one at the airport. She listened to them talking for a minute about analysis of the program and Liz knew that she was right. She also knew that she had to end Sydney’s duplicity and take her to Sloane. She pulled up gun to chest level, keeping the two people in her sights as she stepped forward. The two heard her approach and their necks snapped to look in her direction, looks of shock on their faces
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Glad everyone liked the cliffhanger, well RoswellSlayer and Elf did. Where did everybody go?
PART 35
Sydney felt a wave of alarm wash over her as her eyes landed on Liz’s form several yards away from where her and Vaughn were meeting. It wasn’t fear of the gun, but the information that Liz had most likely overheard or just the fact that she was there in the building. Liz had obviously followed her to the meeting, in all probability because something Sydney had done had caused suspension.
And Sydney knew what it was; it was the brush pass in the airport. It had to be. She had thought that she saw Liz turn towards her but when she had looked away from Weiss, Liz was still looking straight ahead. It had been a stupid slip up and now that was going to cost her, possibly her life unless she could do some damage control. She stepped around Vaughn and towards her partner. “Liz…let me.”
Liz raised her weapon an inch or two to remind Sydney who had the upper hand as well as halt her from coming any farther. With no visible weapon, Sydney and her companion were a safe distance away so that she didn’t have to worry too much about an attack, of course that could always change. “Sydney, stay right where you are.”
Vaughn had no idea whether the other woman would carry out her implied threat or not but he chose not to risk Sydney and placed his arm in front of her to halt her progress. Sydney glanced up at him for a moment before turning back to her partner. “Liz…”
“I must say that you had me completely fooled Sydney.” Liz interrupted her. “I never suspected that you were a double agent for your mother until I saw that pass at the airport. I have to commend you for that.”
“My mother?” Sydney asked surprised. She realized that her working for her mother who was supposed to be in hiding would be the most logical assumption without knowing that SD6 was not part of the CIA but the Alliance. “I know you are not going to believe this but I’m not working for my mother. I work for…”
“Sydney.” Vaughn warned.
“I have to tell her, otherwise I have no chance of convincing her not to go to Sloane.” Sydney whispered. She saw Vaughn wavering, she couldn’t blame him. He had never met Liz before, but Sydney had and knew that if she could persuade her to believe what she was about to tell her, then she would not report her. No matter what her association with Sark was, Sydney still believed Liz to be a good person. “Liz…the first thing I should tell you is that SD6 has nothing to do with the CIA. It’s all a cover up.”
Of all the things Liz expected Sydney to say, this was not it. “You’re lying. You’re lying to try let you go or mess with my mind to have me flip my allegiance.”
“I know this is insane, I felt the same way when I found out just after Danny died.” Sydney explained. “But I swear to you Liz. I’m telling you the truth. SD6 is one part of the Alliance of twelve.”
Liz’s eyes widened in shock. She knew what the Alliance was, it was a group of agents from intelligence agencies all over the world that had become freelance mercenaries about ten years before. One of the biggest enemies of the United States. “No, that's impossible...”
“If you trust me, I can take you to CIA headquarters, show you the files, the proof that SD-6 is part of the Alliance. I know it’s hard to believe that you’ve been working for the enemy you thought you were fighting but think about it. Why haven’t you ever been to Langley or any other public CIA building? Because if you were to go there, you’d find out that SD-6 as well as SD 9 and 4 are not black ops divisions of the CIA, but branches of the alliance.”
“If this is all true, then how did you find out?” Liz asked, she hated to admit it but she was teetering on throwing away her believes and trusting Sydney. But not yet.
Sydney took her question as a sign that Liz was at least considering what she was saying. “After Sloane ordered to have Danny killed, I refused to go back to work. So Sloane sent someone to eliminate me, it was then that I found out about the Alliance. Before that, I was just like you and all of the other low-level agents, I had no idea.”
“You mean your father told you.” Liz declared. “After all if this was such a closely guarded secret, the only way you could have found out is if a higher level operative, one who knew about the secret told you. And the only one that I know of that would be so sacrificing especially if your life depended on it would be your father. Am I right?”
Sydney nodded hesitantly. She had wanted to keep her father out of it in case her story did get back to Sloane but it had a waste of time. “Yes. And after, I knew that I had to do what I could to bring down SD6 and Sloane. SD6 because I knew that it was what was right, Sloane because of Danny. So I became a double agent for the real CIA. I go on missions for SD 6 and relay anything I find out to the CIA.”
“And that’s where you come in?” Liz asked the man standing next to Sydney. “You’re her handler?”
Vaughn nodded almost imperceptibly. He could see that Sydney was doing well in convincing the other woman of the truth but he thought of a way to help a little more. “We can prove to you that this is all true.”
“I’m not going anywhere with either of you, for all I know, you could still be lying and I would be walking into the lion’s den.” Liz stated.
“We can call the CIA. Ask for the bureau of arms control department. When they switch you there, give the code 6271. They’ll connect you with the operations center. Once you see that we are really with the CIA then you’ll know that we are telling the truth about who SD 6 really is.” Vaughn stated. He knew it was risky giving out a confirmation security code but it was a minor one that would simply verify to Liz that they were telling the truth as well as be easily be changed later.
“How do I know that the number you give me will be the correct one? You could have a contingency number set up for such an event.” Liz asked.
“Call information, then you’re guaranteed to have the right number.” Sydney suggested.
Keeping her gun trained on the two in front of her, Liz pulled her cell phone out of her jacket pocket and dialed information. After getting the number, she punched it in and listened to it ring. “Hello, Central Intelligence Agency.”
“Bureau of arms control.”
“Hold please.”
Already, Liz was starting to believe the story more, if they were truly lying, they wouldn’t have let her get this far. But she still waited until the other end picked up. When they did, she gave the code and the voice on the other end became less cordial and more serious. She was switched and another person picked up and said. “Agent condition confirmation, what is your status?”
Liz jerked her head toward the guy; she still didn’t know what his name was, before tossing him the phone. He muttered a few words before disconnecting the call. He tossed it back to her and Liz caught it one handed. “You believe us now?”
“Yeah, I do.” Liz nodded.
“Could you put the gun down then?” Sydney asked.
“Uh, yeah.” Liz said lowering it and holstering it in the small of her back. She hadn’t even realized she had still been holding it, her thoughts were elsewhere. How could she have been so gullible to fall the Alliance’s trickery? Damn it, she should have known better, experience should have taught that to her. “I just can’t believe I fell for it. I of all people should have seen the signs. It’s not like I haven’t had any experience with covert government agencies.”
Liz realized her slip up when she saw Sydney and her companion look at each other with curiosity. She looked at the man and asked. “What’s your name by the way?”
“You can just call me Vaughn.” Vaughn answered.
“Liz…but you already know that.” Liz said. “Sorry about this, it’s just when I saw Sydney at the airport I just assumed that if she was working for someone else, it would have been her mother. I didn’t think that who we were working for were the actual bad guys.”
“I’m sure my mother would be pleased with that speculation, although I doubt my father would.” Sydney commented.
Liz’s eyebrow rose in question. “You act as if you are in communications with her.”
“I have. She isn’t in hiding. Several months ago, Irina Derevko gave herself up to the CIA. She’s been cooperating with me…us and giving us information.” Sydney explained.
A thought came to Liz’s mind then and everything clicked into place. “Sark…that bastard!”
As anger flooded her body, Liz spun on her heel and sprinted out of the building to her car. Although unsure of what was going on, Sydney and Vaughn followed her but Liz’s car was already charging out of the parking lot. Sydney ran to her own car and tried to follow but knew it was a futile effort, Liz was gone. She looked at Vaughn and asked. “You don’t think…”
“I don’t know Sydney. But I think we should report this to your father and then to Kendall. Let them know what has happened.” Vaughn informed her. Sydney nodded her answer.
PART 35
Sydney felt a wave of alarm wash over her as her eyes landed on Liz’s form several yards away from where her and Vaughn were meeting. It wasn’t fear of the gun, but the information that Liz had most likely overheard or just the fact that she was there in the building. Liz had obviously followed her to the meeting, in all probability because something Sydney had done had caused suspension.
And Sydney knew what it was; it was the brush pass in the airport. It had to be. She had thought that she saw Liz turn towards her but when she had looked away from Weiss, Liz was still looking straight ahead. It had been a stupid slip up and now that was going to cost her, possibly her life unless she could do some damage control. She stepped around Vaughn and towards her partner. “Liz…let me.”
Liz raised her weapon an inch or two to remind Sydney who had the upper hand as well as halt her from coming any farther. With no visible weapon, Sydney and her companion were a safe distance away so that she didn’t have to worry too much about an attack, of course that could always change. “Sydney, stay right where you are.”
Vaughn had no idea whether the other woman would carry out her implied threat or not but he chose not to risk Sydney and placed his arm in front of her to halt her progress. Sydney glanced up at him for a moment before turning back to her partner. “Liz…”
“I must say that you had me completely fooled Sydney.” Liz interrupted her. “I never suspected that you were a double agent for your mother until I saw that pass at the airport. I have to commend you for that.”
“My mother?” Sydney asked surprised. She realized that her working for her mother who was supposed to be in hiding would be the most logical assumption without knowing that SD6 was not part of the CIA but the Alliance. “I know you are not going to believe this but I’m not working for my mother. I work for…”
“Sydney.” Vaughn warned.
“I have to tell her, otherwise I have no chance of convincing her not to go to Sloane.” Sydney whispered. She saw Vaughn wavering, she couldn’t blame him. He had never met Liz before, but Sydney had and knew that if she could persuade her to believe what she was about to tell her, then she would not report her. No matter what her association with Sark was, Sydney still believed Liz to be a good person. “Liz…the first thing I should tell you is that SD6 has nothing to do with the CIA. It’s all a cover up.”
Of all the things Liz expected Sydney to say, this was not it. “You’re lying. You’re lying to try let you go or mess with my mind to have me flip my allegiance.”
“I know this is insane, I felt the same way when I found out just after Danny died.” Sydney explained. “But I swear to you Liz. I’m telling you the truth. SD6 is one part of the Alliance of twelve.”
Liz’s eyes widened in shock. She knew what the Alliance was, it was a group of agents from intelligence agencies all over the world that had become freelance mercenaries about ten years before. One of the biggest enemies of the United States. “No, that's impossible...”
“If you trust me, I can take you to CIA headquarters, show you the files, the proof that SD-6 is part of the Alliance. I know it’s hard to believe that you’ve been working for the enemy you thought you were fighting but think about it. Why haven’t you ever been to Langley or any other public CIA building? Because if you were to go there, you’d find out that SD-6 as well as SD 9 and 4 are not black ops divisions of the CIA, but branches of the alliance.”
“If this is all true, then how did you find out?” Liz asked, she hated to admit it but she was teetering on throwing away her believes and trusting Sydney. But not yet.
Sydney took her question as a sign that Liz was at least considering what she was saying. “After Sloane ordered to have Danny killed, I refused to go back to work. So Sloane sent someone to eliminate me, it was then that I found out about the Alliance. Before that, I was just like you and all of the other low-level agents, I had no idea.”
“You mean your father told you.” Liz declared. “After all if this was such a closely guarded secret, the only way you could have found out is if a higher level operative, one who knew about the secret told you. And the only one that I know of that would be so sacrificing especially if your life depended on it would be your father. Am I right?”
Sydney nodded hesitantly. She had wanted to keep her father out of it in case her story did get back to Sloane but it had a waste of time. “Yes. And after, I knew that I had to do what I could to bring down SD6 and Sloane. SD6 because I knew that it was what was right, Sloane because of Danny. So I became a double agent for the real CIA. I go on missions for SD 6 and relay anything I find out to the CIA.”
“And that’s where you come in?” Liz asked the man standing next to Sydney. “You’re her handler?”
Vaughn nodded almost imperceptibly. He could see that Sydney was doing well in convincing the other woman of the truth but he thought of a way to help a little more. “We can prove to you that this is all true.”
“I’m not going anywhere with either of you, for all I know, you could still be lying and I would be walking into the lion’s den.” Liz stated.
“We can call the CIA. Ask for the bureau of arms control department. When they switch you there, give the code 6271. They’ll connect you with the operations center. Once you see that we are really with the CIA then you’ll know that we are telling the truth about who SD 6 really is.” Vaughn stated. He knew it was risky giving out a confirmation security code but it was a minor one that would simply verify to Liz that they were telling the truth as well as be easily be changed later.
“How do I know that the number you give me will be the correct one? You could have a contingency number set up for such an event.” Liz asked.
“Call information, then you’re guaranteed to have the right number.” Sydney suggested.
Keeping her gun trained on the two in front of her, Liz pulled her cell phone out of her jacket pocket and dialed information. After getting the number, she punched it in and listened to it ring. “Hello, Central Intelligence Agency.”
“Bureau of arms control.”
“Hold please.”
Already, Liz was starting to believe the story more, if they were truly lying, they wouldn’t have let her get this far. But she still waited until the other end picked up. When they did, she gave the code and the voice on the other end became less cordial and more serious. She was switched and another person picked up and said. “Agent condition confirmation, what is your status?”
Liz jerked her head toward the guy; she still didn’t know what his name was, before tossing him the phone. He muttered a few words before disconnecting the call. He tossed it back to her and Liz caught it one handed. “You believe us now?”
“Yeah, I do.” Liz nodded.
“Could you put the gun down then?” Sydney asked.
“Uh, yeah.” Liz said lowering it and holstering it in the small of her back. She hadn’t even realized she had still been holding it, her thoughts were elsewhere. How could she have been so gullible to fall the Alliance’s trickery? Damn it, she should have known better, experience should have taught that to her. “I just can’t believe I fell for it. I of all people should have seen the signs. It’s not like I haven’t had any experience with covert government agencies.”
Liz realized her slip up when she saw Sydney and her companion look at each other with curiosity. She looked at the man and asked. “What’s your name by the way?”
“You can just call me Vaughn.” Vaughn answered.
“Liz…but you already know that.” Liz said. “Sorry about this, it’s just when I saw Sydney at the airport I just assumed that if she was working for someone else, it would have been her mother. I didn’t think that who we were working for were the actual bad guys.”
“I’m sure my mother would be pleased with that speculation, although I doubt my father would.” Sydney commented.
Liz’s eyebrow rose in question. “You act as if you are in communications with her.”
“I have. She isn’t in hiding. Several months ago, Irina Derevko gave herself up to the CIA. She’s been cooperating with me…us and giving us information.” Sydney explained.
A thought came to Liz’s mind then and everything clicked into place. “Sark…that bastard!”
As anger flooded her body, Liz spun on her heel and sprinted out of the building to her car. Although unsure of what was going on, Sydney and Vaughn followed her but Liz’s car was already charging out of the parking lot. Sydney ran to her own car and tried to follow but knew it was a futile effort, Liz was gone. She looked at Vaughn and asked. “You don’t think…”
“I don’t know Sydney. But I think we should report this to your father and then to Kendall. Let them know what has happened.” Vaughn informed her. Sydney nodded her answer.
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If you only knew how many stories I have going at the moment, you'd probably faint. So many stories and too little time.lovalien wrote: You know you're the first one I know to write an Alias crossover...You're getting my imagination so worked up on this that I seem only to think of writing one of those too when I already have Xover in progress.
PART 36
Despite the fact that she was disappointed in herself for being deceived by SD 6 and infuriated at Sark, Liz took the necessary steps to make sure she was not seen when she arrived at Sark’s condo. Not that many would have been able to see her through the torrential downpour that had hit only minutes after leaving Sydney.
As a result of the heavy rain, Liz was soaked to the bone within a minute of getting out of her car but she ignored it as she made her way to the condo. She saw a faint light in the window that she knew would look into the dining area and peaked inside. Sark was sitting at the table, laptop open in front of him.
Slipping away from the window, she went back to the front. She knew that no one would be able to spot her even if someone was watching. And it would be something that would throw Sark off guard and she wanted that. She went to the door, making sure to stay out of the peephole’s range and knocked hard.
The knock on the front door stopped Sark’s fingers on his laptop in the middle of a stroke. He was not expecting visitors, and the one that might possibly appear, would not come through the front door. His gun was suddenly in his hand as he moved to the door, looking through the spy-hole only to see nothing but the darkness of the verandah.
Curious but cautious, his gun held down at his side so that his body hid it, his fingers gingerly moved the latch so that it made only an muted click. With the lock disengaged, Sark flung the door open but kept the gun drawn only to see a wet and disheveled Elizabeth standing to the side of him. He lowered the gun, discarding it completely on the table next to the door before saying. "What are you doing here? Come inside before you are seen."
Sark reached out a hand for her arm as she stepped inside but she pulled away from him and moved past him. He shut the door behind her, before turning to face her only to be met by the stinging sensation of an open handed slap across his right cheek that contained enough strength to snap his head an inch.
“You arrogant son of a bitch!” Liz shouted. “All of this time, you’ve known and instead of telling me, you coyly give out little clues and play little games with me.”
Sark’s eyebrow rose as he hand came up to his jaw. It had been sometime since a woman had slapped him but he had not forgotten the effect of it. However Elizabeth’s had been a complete surprise to him. Not because he had not known it was coming, but because she was familiar with what usually happened to people who attempted to touch him with ill will and yet she had still chanced the blow. A fearless action no matter how impulsive. If she were almost anyone else, he would be sure to reciprocate, instead he contemplated what she had said. “Am I supposed to be aware of what you are speaking of?”
“You know damn well what I’m talking about.” Liz snapped. “The fact that SD6 is not part of the CIA but the Alliance of Twelve.”
“Ahh…that.” Sark remarked.
“Yes, that tiny bit of information that you failed to enlighten me about.” Liz stated. When Sydney had mentioned that her mother had turned herself in, little comments that Sark had made to her had come to mind and she had known that he had been trying to tip her off to Sydney’s double agent status.
“Tell me something Elizabeth. If I had come to you and told you that I knew that SD 6 as well as Arvin Sloane were actually a part of the Alliance and not the CIA would you have believed me?” Sark inquired.
“If you had shown me proof, then yes I would have.” Liz said.
“If I had shown you any evidence against SD6, you would have deemed it fictitious and as an attempt to influence you.” Sark rationalized.
Liz opened her mouth to argue but shut it before a word was uttered. Despite her anger towards him at the moment, she had to admit that he was right. She wouldn’t have believed him, at least not at first. She might have if he had brought it to her after they became involved.
Sark took Elizabeth’s silence as an opportunity to leave her and snatch a couple of towels. Elizabeth’s jaunt through the storm had drenched the entryway as well as herself. Her clothes and hair were clinging to her skin, and he knew that she would be chilled as soon as the heat of her anger dissipated. At the present, he doubted she had even noticed that she was mildly shivering, she was too upset.
Liz watched Sark disappear into the hall before reappearing a few seconds later with two large towels, one of which he tossed to the floor at her feet to mop up the sopping mess she had made of the rug and the other he held out to her. She snatched it from him but did not express any gratitude to him. She was too pissed off to do that. The amusing thought that Maria would be proud of the dramatics of her outburst popped into her mind but she shoved it aside. It wasn’t as if she could actually share with Maria what was going on.
As she wrapped the warm, fluffy towel around her body, Liz came out of her speechlessness and said. “I suppose that this whole situation has been highly amusing to you. Listening to me talk about duty to my country while all the while knowing that I was working for the enemy.”
“I did not continue allowing you to believe the charade for my own amusement.” Sark stated truthfully.
“No, you had other ways of gaining amusement.” Liz snapped. “So tell me something, was seducing me purely for passing the time or was it a some part of Derevko’s plan to take down the Alliance? To manipulate an operative on the inside?”
Although his reaction almost imperceptible, Liz felt a surge of satisfaction when she saw the astonishment in his eyes. It was why she had held back from revealing the other bit of information she had also figured out that night. “Didn’t quite expect me to figure that out did you?”
“What causes you to believe that your theory in relation to eliminating the Alliance is correct?” Sark asked answering her questions with one of his own. Regardless of the fact that Elizabeth was correct about Irina’s plans for the Alliance, he was not going to openly admit to it before finding out how she had figured it out when so many had yet to do so. “Because if it was at all plausible, Sloane would not be willing to allow me entrance into his service.”
“But I have advantage over, Sloane as well as the CIA.” Liz stated, not allowing him to sway her judgment. She knew she was correct, even more his reaction had given her enough confirmation. “They both see you as strictly Irina’s employee, one that would switch allegiances if the situation called for it. Something you proved when you came to him, bringing with you assets to the table that would be irresistible. Sydney and the CIA would see something similar, that you were a ruthless man who wanted money and power.”
“And whose to say that they are not correct?” Sark asked.
“Because I’ve seen a part of you that they have not. And I’m not talking about the time we spent in private.” Liz declared. “I’m talking about Vienna. I saw your response to what Maier talked about Derevko. He pissed you off with what he said. And I’ve told you before that I assumed that you had worked for Derevko from a young age and that you looked at as a mentor. Despite how you may conduct yourself, I don’t think that you would simply abandon her so easily. Especially considering that after so many years, I think she would have trusted you enough to tell you that she was giving herself up to the CIA. So that meant that there had to be some kind of covert plot.”
“As a result of that conclusion, I had to figure out what kind of plan you had come up with. What scheme would require Derevko to turn herself in and you to go to SD6? Then I figured out that it could only have to do with bring the Alliance down. I read the reports of how ‘The Man’s’ organization had taken over or destroyed several of their competitors. They failed when they tried to take SD 6, so a more aggressive move would have had to been made.”
“I’m guessing that all the information the two of you have given the CIA will in some way aid the CIA to take down the Alliance. One more competitor would be gone.” Liz finished explaining. She was impressed with herself for pulling it all together. On the trip to Sark’s, many little details seemed to fall into place and created the information she had just told him.
Sark had to admit that he was incredibly impressed with Elizabeth’s deductive reasoning, especially in view of the fact that despite a few details, some minor, one major, she was right. She had taken all the stored bits of knowledge that she had in her possession and pieced it together. Elizabeth knew quite a bit of dangerous information about Irina’s plan.
A surge of lust shot through him then accompanied by something else totally foreign to him, adoration. He genuinely cared for her. It was a slip-up that was not practical, yet it was still there. And it was because of that that he decided to add to her presumption and share something with her. “There is a little bit of missing information from your chronicle.”
“And what is that?”
“Something that only two people know but that I’m about to share with you.” Sark said, pursuing his lips together in thought before opening his mouth to begin.
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I'm glad everyone liked the last part. Before I post this next part, I wanted to remind everyone that this takes place just after The Passage in the Alias universe so none of the second half of S2 or S3 happened in Alias. Which means the little tidbits that we found out about Sark did not happen.
PART 37
Liz was taken aback by Sark’s words and anxious to know but resisted saying anything for fear that it may cause him to discontinue his declaration. So instead she leaned on a barstool that was next to the breakfast bar so not to ruin any of the furniture with her wet clothes and waited for him to begin.
Sark remained standing, keeping his eyes focused on her as he planned out his words. “I’ve been told by your own words that I am considered to be ruthless in my ambitions, willing to perform any task. I do this for the reason that it was how I was trained, or to be more accurate, conditioned.”
“Conditioned?” Liz asked unable to remain quiet. “As in brain washed?”
“A crude term but yes.” Sark answered. “Tell me what do you know about Project Christmas?”
“Uh, it was a program that Jack Bristow created to recruit and train children of above average intelligence to be sleeper agents for later use. But it was never put into use and abandoned.” Liz explained.
“Project Christmas was the reason why Irina was ordered to seduce and marry Jack Bristow.” Sark clarified. “The KGB fancied to have it and use it for themselves.”
“And from what I’ve heard, there was never enough proof that they did.” Liz replied.
“A similar program was already under construction when Irina was extracted. Her briefing provided enough Intel to complete a program to suite their own strategy. Instead of programming the children and returning them, as an alternative they established several concealed training institutions where they raised the children. The institutions were positioned in discreet locations, mostly in the extensive countryside far away from any cities or towns, and if by chance someone did come upon them, its outward appearance was that of a private school.”
“I am familiar with the design because I was raised at such a facility. The KGB spread the facilities throughout the world as to avoid discovery as well as diversify their agents; the one I resided in was in Northern Ireland.” Sark acknowledged. “There was no set age of their enrollees, they varied from toddlers to early teens. My earliest memory is of its halls.”
“So you grew up in a KGB training camp for children.” Liz stated. It explained so much to her about Sark and how he had become who he was.
“I was educated by many of the finest agents, and from them I attained the foundation of my knowledge. I learned how to disassociate myself from emotions. It would give me the ability to compartmentalize my life to a great degree, to live wholly within the moment so that each moment unconnected to any other.”
“They trained me in this way to essentially create a amoral operative, one who would base all his decisions in the field on expediency and proficiency, instead of ethics. So that I would do whatever I would be ordered to do.” Sark further explained the KGB’s objective.
“They denied you even the basic of human connections to ensure that you would not have a conscious.” Liz stated deducing what his words meant. Briefly she thought of Tess and how Liz had always gotten the impression that Nasedo had raised her in a similar fashion, devoid of any emotion so that Tess would not relate to the humans around her, or any that they would have to kill. Not to mention that when the time would come for them to leave Earth, it could be done simply. Liz saw the advantage but to her the disadvantages had superceded them.
“Yes. I have listened to you speak of your childhood; of fond memories you have of your family whereas I have recollections of an inhospitable room and compassionless KGB personnel. I do not tell you this to obtain you pity, only to make clear the differences.” Sark clarified.
Liz tried to imagine what Sark’s childhood had been like and found it difficult. She had had the ideal childhood, what she thought of a average one. Good friends, fun times and although her and her parents had had their problems at times, two parents that she knew loved her. Sark had had none of that; he had only had himself to rely on.
But as she thought of his story, Liz realized something. “Khasinau or Derevko must have kept an eye on the curriculum and it’s graduates, so I’m guessing that that is how you became known to them. With your history it is not surprising that you advanced the way you did in her organization.”
“Yes, Irina was informed of what her mission had led to.” Sark stated.
“How old were you when you finished your training?” Liz asked.
“The answer to that question is quite complex.” Sark responded. “My training was not completed until my late teens but it was not fulfilled through the KGB but another source after I was extracted from their facility.”
“You were extracted? By whom?” Liz questioned.
“My mother.” Sark answered simply.
“Your mother?” Liz repeated confused.
Sark ignored Elizabeth’s confusion momentarily to provide more details. “October eleventh nineteen ninety-two my mother along with five of her own operative infiltrated the facility and extracted me.”
“And you went with her willingly?” Liz asked.
“I did not know her, nor did I remember ever having had contact with her but I yearned to escape my confinement therefore I conceded to go with her. Shortly after, she concluded my training in the world of espionage, although my earlier education could not be reversed.”
Sark pursed his lips together, something Liz knew he did when he was thinking of what to say next. And this time she was sure that it was because he was contemplating something very important or extremely significant. “Once she was satisfied with my skills, I began to work for her.”
Liz was sure that her mouth had to have hit the floor as the realization of what Sark’s words meant hit her full force. “Are you saying what I think you are saying? That Irina Derevko is your mother!”
Sark nodded his head. “Yes.”
“But that would make Sydney your sister.” Liz declared.
“That is the customary relation when two people share a parental connection.” Sark stated.
“Sarcasm is not really helping right now Sark.” Liz retorted.
“I was merely stating a fact.” Sark replied.
Liz stood up from the stool she had been sitting on and walked forward so that she was standing right in front of Sark, looking him in the eye. “This is a secret of great magnitude, why did you tell me when you have kept it secret from so many others, your sister included?”
Sark reached forward and brushed a strand of hair away from Elizabeth’s face before running the tips of his fingers along her jaw. “Because I wanted to.”
Liz saw the seriousness in his eyes and knew that he was being sincere. He had wanted to tell her his secrets and that pleased her. He had opened up to her in a way that was not physical. But Liz was not so clouded by sentiment she did not think that he gained something from telling her his secrets. His admission did not mean that he would not use the confession to help himself in more ways than to simply allow himself to become close to another person.
Liz reached up and clasped his hand. “I value that you could trust me and felt the need to divulge such a secret. But be that as it may, I feel that there is another reason as well.”
“It is my oversight to not anticipate your reaction.” Sark stated. “But do not discount the significance of my words just because of my ulterior motives. However you are right, there is more to tell and ask of you.”
**NOTE: The date Sark cited for Irina coming to get him was 10/11/92. In the Alias episode Counteragent, Sark uses the numbers 10-11-92 as a code. I thought that this could be an important date to him so I picked it for his extraction date. It’s nothing big, just something I wanted to point out.**
PART 37
Liz was taken aback by Sark’s words and anxious to know but resisted saying anything for fear that it may cause him to discontinue his declaration. So instead she leaned on a barstool that was next to the breakfast bar so not to ruin any of the furniture with her wet clothes and waited for him to begin.
Sark remained standing, keeping his eyes focused on her as he planned out his words. “I’ve been told by your own words that I am considered to be ruthless in my ambitions, willing to perform any task. I do this for the reason that it was how I was trained, or to be more accurate, conditioned.”
“Conditioned?” Liz asked unable to remain quiet. “As in brain washed?”
“A crude term but yes.” Sark answered. “Tell me what do you know about Project Christmas?”
“Uh, it was a program that Jack Bristow created to recruit and train children of above average intelligence to be sleeper agents for later use. But it was never put into use and abandoned.” Liz explained.
“Project Christmas was the reason why Irina was ordered to seduce and marry Jack Bristow.” Sark clarified. “The KGB fancied to have it and use it for themselves.”
“And from what I’ve heard, there was never enough proof that they did.” Liz replied.
“A similar program was already under construction when Irina was extracted. Her briefing provided enough Intel to complete a program to suite their own strategy. Instead of programming the children and returning them, as an alternative they established several concealed training institutions where they raised the children. The institutions were positioned in discreet locations, mostly in the extensive countryside far away from any cities or towns, and if by chance someone did come upon them, its outward appearance was that of a private school.”
“I am familiar with the design because I was raised at such a facility. The KGB spread the facilities throughout the world as to avoid discovery as well as diversify their agents; the one I resided in was in Northern Ireland.” Sark acknowledged. “There was no set age of their enrollees, they varied from toddlers to early teens. My earliest memory is of its halls.”
“So you grew up in a KGB training camp for children.” Liz stated. It explained so much to her about Sark and how he had become who he was.
“I was educated by many of the finest agents, and from them I attained the foundation of my knowledge. I learned how to disassociate myself from emotions. It would give me the ability to compartmentalize my life to a great degree, to live wholly within the moment so that each moment unconnected to any other.”
“They trained me in this way to essentially create a amoral operative, one who would base all his decisions in the field on expediency and proficiency, instead of ethics. So that I would do whatever I would be ordered to do.” Sark further explained the KGB’s objective.
“They denied you even the basic of human connections to ensure that you would not have a conscious.” Liz stated deducing what his words meant. Briefly she thought of Tess and how Liz had always gotten the impression that Nasedo had raised her in a similar fashion, devoid of any emotion so that Tess would not relate to the humans around her, or any that they would have to kill. Not to mention that when the time would come for them to leave Earth, it could be done simply. Liz saw the advantage but to her the disadvantages had superceded them.
“Yes. I have listened to you speak of your childhood; of fond memories you have of your family whereas I have recollections of an inhospitable room and compassionless KGB personnel. I do not tell you this to obtain you pity, only to make clear the differences.” Sark clarified.
Liz tried to imagine what Sark’s childhood had been like and found it difficult. She had had the ideal childhood, what she thought of a average one. Good friends, fun times and although her and her parents had had their problems at times, two parents that she knew loved her. Sark had had none of that; he had only had himself to rely on.
But as she thought of his story, Liz realized something. “Khasinau or Derevko must have kept an eye on the curriculum and it’s graduates, so I’m guessing that that is how you became known to them. With your history it is not surprising that you advanced the way you did in her organization.”
“Yes, Irina was informed of what her mission had led to.” Sark stated.
“How old were you when you finished your training?” Liz asked.
“The answer to that question is quite complex.” Sark responded. “My training was not completed until my late teens but it was not fulfilled through the KGB but another source after I was extracted from their facility.”
“You were extracted? By whom?” Liz questioned.
“My mother.” Sark answered simply.
“Your mother?” Liz repeated confused.
Sark ignored Elizabeth’s confusion momentarily to provide more details. “October eleventh nineteen ninety-two my mother along with five of her own operative infiltrated the facility and extracted me.”
“And you went with her willingly?” Liz asked.
“I did not know her, nor did I remember ever having had contact with her but I yearned to escape my confinement therefore I conceded to go with her. Shortly after, she concluded my training in the world of espionage, although my earlier education could not be reversed.”
Sark pursed his lips together, something Liz knew he did when he was thinking of what to say next. And this time she was sure that it was because he was contemplating something very important or extremely significant. “Once she was satisfied with my skills, I began to work for her.”
Liz was sure that her mouth had to have hit the floor as the realization of what Sark’s words meant hit her full force. “Are you saying what I think you are saying? That Irina Derevko is your mother!”
Sark nodded his head. “Yes.”
“But that would make Sydney your sister.” Liz declared.
“That is the customary relation when two people share a parental connection.” Sark stated.
“Sarcasm is not really helping right now Sark.” Liz retorted.
“I was merely stating a fact.” Sark replied.
Liz stood up from the stool she had been sitting on and walked forward so that she was standing right in front of Sark, looking him in the eye. “This is a secret of great magnitude, why did you tell me when you have kept it secret from so many others, your sister included?”
Sark reached forward and brushed a strand of hair away from Elizabeth’s face before running the tips of his fingers along her jaw. “Because I wanted to.”
Liz saw the seriousness in his eyes and knew that he was being sincere. He had wanted to tell her his secrets and that pleased her. He had opened up to her in a way that was not physical. But Liz was not so clouded by sentiment she did not think that he gained something from telling her his secrets. His admission did not mean that he would not use the confession to help himself in more ways than to simply allow himself to become close to another person.
Liz reached up and clasped his hand. “I value that you could trust me and felt the need to divulge such a secret. But be that as it may, I feel that there is another reason as well.”
“It is my oversight to not anticipate your reaction.” Sark stated. “But do not discount the significance of my words just because of my ulterior motives. However you are right, there is more to tell and ask of you.”
**NOTE: The date Sark cited for Irina coming to get him was 10/11/92. In the Alias episode Counteragent, Sark uses the numbers 10-11-92 as a code. I thought that this could be an important date to him so I picked it for his extraction date. It’s nothing big, just something I wanted to point out.**
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Oh, just wait and see. I haven't revealed everything yet.Elf wrote:Excellent. Totally awesome! but what comes next??????
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One of the lines in this part I took from the episode "Remnants" of Alias.
PART 38
“So let me repeat what you told me to make certain that I heard you correctly. You allowed yourself to not only be seen performing a brush pass at the airport but followed to your meeting place and spotted talking to Vaughn, your CIA handler. Then once you discovered you were being watched, you told your SD6 partner, a partner that we may believe has some type of outer association with Sark that you were a double agent and allowed her to leave your meeting with that information.” Jack Bristow stated. “Did I overlook anything?”
“Dad…I didn’t feel like I had a choice and I don’t think that she will tell Sloane now that she knows the truth.” Sydney acknowledged. Before her and Vaughn had left the self storage warehouse, Sydney convinced him to allow her to be the one to inform her father of what had happened. Vaughn had been in agreement that she should tell him before Kendall and even agreed to hold off on relaying the information until she contacted him. That was a few hours ago.
“Our circumstances are too precarious to take such risky chances, you of all people should understand that Sydney.” Jack chastised. “What if your judgment is mistaken?”
“Then I will take responsibility for my actions. But I do not believe it will come to that.” Sydney stated. She wished her father would believe her but she knew he had too much of a suspicious nature to allow it.
“And what of Sark? You said yourself that Liz mentioned his name before departing, that all but acknowledges a relationship of some type between the two.” Jack inquired.
Sydney halted briefly before saying. “I’m not sure what it could mean. But if Mom is right…”
“You spoke to your mother about Sark?” Jack asked, the disapproval evident in his voice even if he did not actually verbalize the words.
“Yes.”
“What did she say when you asked?” Jack inquired. He might have disliked Sydney having any contact with her mother but he wanted to know what she had learned.
“I asked her why Sark would be interested in Liz. She said that it would be one of three reasons to make her an asset to use for information, an ally to use for support, or because…” Sydney paused again before finishing her sentence. “Because he was attracted to her for more then a passing interest.”
“That was unanticipated.” Jack said truthfully.
Sydney was about to say something when her cell phone started to ring. Thinking it could be Vaughn; she quickly pulled it out of her pocket but the caller ID display read a different number however it was one that she recognized. She looked at her father and said, “It’s Liz.”
Jack nodded for her to answer it, and Sydney hit the TALK button. “Hello?”
“Sydney, it’s Liz. I’m sorry I ran out on you like I did but there was something I needed to take of and it couldn’t wait.” Liz explained.
“I understand.” Sydney said.
“I know you’re probably worried that I was going to expose you or something just as risky but I promise you that I’m not.” Liz stated. “However that’s not why I’m calling you. I have a favor to ask of you.”
“What?”
“I know that it is late but I need to meet with you, and with your father. It’s about…what I found out tonight.” Liz said.
“Of course.” Sydney said glancing at her dad. “We can meet you at the same place as before.”
“No, I pick the place. There’s an abandoned warehouse at Hill Street and 9th that will work for what we need. Meet there in twenty minutes.” Liz stated.
“Fine, we’ll be there.” Sydney said before disconnecting the phone. She looked at her father and said, “Liz wants to meet with us, at a warehouse at Hill Street and 9th in twenty minutes.”
Jack nodded. “We must be cautious. She wants us to meet on her terms so that she has the upper hand.”
Sydney nodded. “We should go.”
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Sydney and Jack found the warehouse without difficulty, and approached the building cautiously. The rain had stopped so they did not have to worry about getting wet as they looked over the building. They found a door slightly propped open and knew it was the entrance they were supposed to make use of. They stepped inside and saw Liz standing under a light, fifteen feet away watching for their arrival.
Liz saw the two Bristows enter and nervously ran a hand through her hair. She was selfishly happy that she had taken a shower before calling Sydney and had gotten the rainwater washed from her hair. It made it feel more comfortable and if this meeting was going to take place, she wanted to be at ease.
As Sydney and Jack reached her, she said. “Thank you for agreeing to meet with me.”
“You left us with little choice in the matter.” Jack stated.
“Agent Bristow, I know that you have reservations about my being knowledgeable about your status as a double agent but I assure you that I have no intention of exposing you.” Liz declared. “Now that I know the truth about SD6 and the Alliance, I plan to do whatever I can to help Sydney.”
“So your plan is to become a double agent?” Sydney asked thinking of the proposition, it would make missions easier. “Is that the reason for the meeting?”
“Yes, if it is allowed.” Liz answered. “As for it being the reason for this meeting, it is the reason, and it isn’t.”
“Then what is the other reason?” Jack asked suspiciously.
Liz raised her eyes to look up and over their shoulders to focus behind them. They realized that Liz had someone else with her and they were presently surrounded. Jack and Sydney both instantly went on the defense and spun around to face the newcomer. Jack drew his gun as they did, and caught sight of Sark emerging from the shadows.
Sark smirked at their reaction; they were so predictable in their responses. “I am the other reason. I asked Elizabeth to arrange this little gathering knowing that if I requested it myself, you would refuse. ”
“And I wonder why that is, perhaps considering the last time I gave you even an iota of trust you mislead me to further your own agenda.” Sydney snapped.
“I regret that I had to deceive you, Sydney but it was the only way that I was able to convince you to give me access to Sloane. But if I was to kill him that day, then I would have been wasting of an opportunity and I try never to be wasteful.” Sark rationalized to her as he circled around her and Jack so that he was a few steps away from Elizabeth. “A lesson my mother taught me well, as I’m sure she did you as well although it would most certainly be under different circumstances.”
Sydney thought that she understood the implication behind his words but had a hard time believing them. She looked over at her father then back to Sark. “What are you saying?”
“Come now Sydney, you are an extremely intelligent woman not to mention operative surely you can figure out what I said.” Sark stated.
“You are Irina’s son?” Jack asked.
“Not just Irina’s.” Sark replied looking directly into his eyes.
For the first time ever, Liz saw a spontaneous response on Jack Bristow’s face, one of utter surprise. “That’s not possible…you can’t be.”
Sark nodded as he smiled. “Hello Daddy.”
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Glad everyone liked the newest revelation. I hope the next part explains a little bit about the motive behind all of this.
PART 39
Liz didn’t know whether to roll her eyes at Sark’s mockery or laugh. But after a glance at Jack Bristow, she decided neither was a wise course of action. He looked to be in a turmoil of emotions; confusion, disbelief, annoyance, and anger to name but a few although he seemed to be keeping a tight control on them. Liz knew that Jack was a dangerous man and was not curious to see him in action if he let his temper rule his actions.
Sydney appeared to be reacting in much the same way, flickering her eyes from Sark to Liz to her father then back to Sark. “You’re lying.”
“I assure you that I am not. If I were, I would hope that I might furnish a better lie then being a member of this dysfunctional family unit. ” Sark stated honestly. While he had not witnessed the family interactions between Irina, Sydney, and Jack, he could visualize them and they were anything but ordinary. Of course that could be because of all of the lies and manipulations that they had lived with over the years. And those lies were the reason why he knew that this meeting was going to be a difficult one. “If you do not believe me, ask Irina. She’ll confirm it.”
Although Jack was almost certain that Sark was aware of Irina’s true whereabouts, he was not prepared to give away her location in case she had not truly informed him of her plans. It would give away an advantage. “How do you presume that we accomplish that task while Irina is in hiding?”
“Because she is hiding in your custody, the CIA’s in any case.” Sark replied. “Come now, don’t insult my intelligence with petty misdirection.”
“You’re one to talk about misdirection. After all if this is true, isn’t that what you have been doing since we first encountered you? You’ve almost killed me on several occasions, one being incinerated by acid and that doesn’t exactly demonstrate sibling feelings.” Sydney said. She felt like things were spinning out of control, a feeling that she had not felt since she had been in Taipei and she had found out that her mother was the leader of ‘The Man’s’ organization. Now she was finding out that one of her biggest enemies in the field was her brother.
“You are still alive when my other opponents were not so fortunate, are you not?” Sark asked.
But before Sydney could answer, Jack sprung forward and made a grab for Sark. Whether he was faster or if Sark simply allowed him to do it, Jack was able to seize him around the collar and brought the younger man forward so that their faces were only inches from each other. “This maybe be a game to you, but it is not for us.”
“Believe me when I tell you that I did not do this for entertainment purposes, but for a far larger reason.” Sark grasped Jack’s hands and pulled them away. “If it was, I would not have risked myself and volunteered to infiltrate SD6 while Irina turned herself into the CIA. I do not doubt that Sloane would kill me himself if he became aware that my commitment to him was only a cover to give me access to SD 6’s resources.”
“So the whole set up with you working with Sloane was part of some plan that Mom came up with?” Sydney asked curiously. Her father had always said that her mother had some mysterious agenda for turning herself in and now it seemed that they might have the chance to find out what it was.
“Yes.” Sark answered her. “While it was a drawn out arrangement that had to be carried out carefully, it proved to be the most advantageous for all parties involved.”
“And what advantages would those be?” Sydney asked.
“In your case, something very near and dear to your heart, to bring about the end of the Alliance.” Sark answered guardedly. He disliked divulging their plot, it went against his normal policy of discretion about anything he was developing, but for the plan to move to the next step, it had to be done. However, there were still a few things that he would keep undisclosed.
“How does Irina surrendering to the CIA support that to happen?” Jack asked.
“It is simple and yet very complex.” Sark stated. “Irina went to the CIA, gave herself as well as several of her associates over to the CIA, securing her a chance to become reacquainted with both you and Sydney. The latter was a personal benefit but also would aid her in gaining your trust for when the time came.”
“And your partnership with the Alliance is your part in this?” Sydney asked.
“Of course.” Sark agreed. “I was to give Sloane the information regarding the computer program Sydney and Elizabeth just obtained knowing that Sydney would do what was needed to ensure that SD 6 did not get it but the CIA.”
“If we download the program into the SD6 computer, then we only take out that cell’s mainframe, how will that take down the Alliances?” Sydney inquired.
“The other reason why I made a deal with Sloane. By doing that, I ensured that I would have the highest access aside from Sloane himself to the computer network, including the server that links all of the Alliance cells together. I have thus far documented all of the cells’ locations, which I will hand over to you to relay to the CIA. After I have launched the program into the connected server, their security systems will shut down and the CIA or whatever agency will be able to go in and take it down.” Sark explained.
“And what do you expect for your cooperation in this plan?” Jack asked.
“A full pardon.” Sark declared.
“Why? So you can go back out into the world and repeat your crimes.” Sydney demanded.
“The CIA will never agree to that.” Jack acknowledged, speaking at the same time as Sydney. “You might be able to negotiate for leniency at best. Washington will not ask for the death penalty but you will serve prison time. Quite possibly for the rest of your life.”
“Is that paternal concern I hear in your voice?” Sark asked, causing Jack to glare at him. Sark only smiled at the man that was his father before saying. “Terms can be discussed and settled upon before the strike is launched. Without an agreement, I will not be of assistance.”
Although he still questioned Sark’s motives, as well as the truth about him possibly being his son, Jack said. “I will take it up with the agency and see what can be settled on.”
Sark nodded. He had known that Jack would not disregard the potential opportunity to take out the Alliance despite his distrust of Sark himself. It was something Sark would do as well. They were very alike the two of them, Sark had recognized that the first night they met in Taipei when they exchanged the Rambaldi page for Will Tippin.
Knowing that the meeting was over, Jack grabbed a hold of Sydney’s arm and gently pushed her towards the door. Sydney agreed and went with him. Liz watched the two of them go out the door before turning to Sark. “Well that went well.”
“As well as I expected it to go.” Sark stated.
“Do you think they believe you?” Liz asked.
“I think I’ve planted the seeds of the possibility but once they see the unquestionable evidence of a DNA profile then they have to.” Sark explained.
“DNA profile?” Liz said confused before she realized the answer. “That’s why Jack grabbed you, to get a sample.”
“Although I must say all he had to do was ask, instead of scalping me.” Sark declared. “Nonetheless they will have their proof, and at some point they will interrogate Irina about it and find out the whole story. Then they will know that the rest of the information I gave is authentic as well.”
“But that won’t be for a day at least.” Liz acknowledged. “And since my part of all of this is done, I’m going to go home and go to bed.”
“Would you be partial to some company?” Sark asked.
Liz smiled at him apologetically, “Tempting, but no. This night has been one of great revelations and eye-openers. I need to go home, relax and decompress. But I’ll see you again soon.”
Sark nodded before kissing her goodbye. “Do not keep me waiting for long.”
Liz watched Sark exit through the same door his father and sister had left through minutes before and blew out a deep breath. So much information had come out in so little time that it was almost too hard to believe. Why was it she always got involved with guys who had the complicated family life?
PART 39
Liz didn’t know whether to roll her eyes at Sark’s mockery or laugh. But after a glance at Jack Bristow, she decided neither was a wise course of action. He looked to be in a turmoil of emotions; confusion, disbelief, annoyance, and anger to name but a few although he seemed to be keeping a tight control on them. Liz knew that Jack was a dangerous man and was not curious to see him in action if he let his temper rule his actions.
Sydney appeared to be reacting in much the same way, flickering her eyes from Sark to Liz to her father then back to Sark. “You’re lying.”
“I assure you that I am not. If I were, I would hope that I might furnish a better lie then being a member of this dysfunctional family unit. ” Sark stated honestly. While he had not witnessed the family interactions between Irina, Sydney, and Jack, he could visualize them and they were anything but ordinary. Of course that could be because of all of the lies and manipulations that they had lived with over the years. And those lies were the reason why he knew that this meeting was going to be a difficult one. “If you do not believe me, ask Irina. She’ll confirm it.”
Although Jack was almost certain that Sark was aware of Irina’s true whereabouts, he was not prepared to give away her location in case she had not truly informed him of her plans. It would give away an advantage. “How do you presume that we accomplish that task while Irina is in hiding?”
“Because she is hiding in your custody, the CIA’s in any case.” Sark replied. “Come now, don’t insult my intelligence with petty misdirection.”
“You’re one to talk about misdirection. After all if this is true, isn’t that what you have been doing since we first encountered you? You’ve almost killed me on several occasions, one being incinerated by acid and that doesn’t exactly demonstrate sibling feelings.” Sydney said. She felt like things were spinning out of control, a feeling that she had not felt since she had been in Taipei and she had found out that her mother was the leader of ‘The Man’s’ organization. Now she was finding out that one of her biggest enemies in the field was her brother.
“You are still alive when my other opponents were not so fortunate, are you not?” Sark asked.
But before Sydney could answer, Jack sprung forward and made a grab for Sark. Whether he was faster or if Sark simply allowed him to do it, Jack was able to seize him around the collar and brought the younger man forward so that their faces were only inches from each other. “This maybe be a game to you, but it is not for us.”
“Believe me when I tell you that I did not do this for entertainment purposes, but for a far larger reason.” Sark grasped Jack’s hands and pulled them away. “If it was, I would not have risked myself and volunteered to infiltrate SD6 while Irina turned herself into the CIA. I do not doubt that Sloane would kill me himself if he became aware that my commitment to him was only a cover to give me access to SD 6’s resources.”
“So the whole set up with you working with Sloane was part of some plan that Mom came up with?” Sydney asked curiously. Her father had always said that her mother had some mysterious agenda for turning herself in and now it seemed that they might have the chance to find out what it was.
“Yes.” Sark answered her. “While it was a drawn out arrangement that had to be carried out carefully, it proved to be the most advantageous for all parties involved.”
“And what advantages would those be?” Sydney asked.
“In your case, something very near and dear to your heart, to bring about the end of the Alliance.” Sark answered guardedly. He disliked divulging their plot, it went against his normal policy of discretion about anything he was developing, but for the plan to move to the next step, it had to be done. However, there were still a few things that he would keep undisclosed.
“How does Irina surrendering to the CIA support that to happen?” Jack asked.
“It is simple and yet very complex.” Sark stated. “Irina went to the CIA, gave herself as well as several of her associates over to the CIA, securing her a chance to become reacquainted with both you and Sydney. The latter was a personal benefit but also would aid her in gaining your trust for when the time came.”
“And your partnership with the Alliance is your part in this?” Sydney asked.
“Of course.” Sark agreed. “I was to give Sloane the information regarding the computer program Sydney and Elizabeth just obtained knowing that Sydney would do what was needed to ensure that SD 6 did not get it but the CIA.”
“If we download the program into the SD6 computer, then we only take out that cell’s mainframe, how will that take down the Alliances?” Sydney inquired.
“The other reason why I made a deal with Sloane. By doing that, I ensured that I would have the highest access aside from Sloane himself to the computer network, including the server that links all of the Alliance cells together. I have thus far documented all of the cells’ locations, which I will hand over to you to relay to the CIA. After I have launched the program into the connected server, their security systems will shut down and the CIA or whatever agency will be able to go in and take it down.” Sark explained.
“And what do you expect for your cooperation in this plan?” Jack asked.
“A full pardon.” Sark declared.
“Why? So you can go back out into the world and repeat your crimes.” Sydney demanded.
“The CIA will never agree to that.” Jack acknowledged, speaking at the same time as Sydney. “You might be able to negotiate for leniency at best. Washington will not ask for the death penalty but you will serve prison time. Quite possibly for the rest of your life.”
“Is that paternal concern I hear in your voice?” Sark asked, causing Jack to glare at him. Sark only smiled at the man that was his father before saying. “Terms can be discussed and settled upon before the strike is launched. Without an agreement, I will not be of assistance.”
Although he still questioned Sark’s motives, as well as the truth about him possibly being his son, Jack said. “I will take it up with the agency and see what can be settled on.”
Sark nodded. He had known that Jack would not disregard the potential opportunity to take out the Alliance despite his distrust of Sark himself. It was something Sark would do as well. They were very alike the two of them, Sark had recognized that the first night they met in Taipei when they exchanged the Rambaldi page for Will Tippin.
Knowing that the meeting was over, Jack grabbed a hold of Sydney’s arm and gently pushed her towards the door. Sydney agreed and went with him. Liz watched the two of them go out the door before turning to Sark. “Well that went well.”
“As well as I expected it to go.” Sark stated.
“Do you think they believe you?” Liz asked.
“I think I’ve planted the seeds of the possibility but once they see the unquestionable evidence of a DNA profile then they have to.” Sark explained.
“DNA profile?” Liz said confused before she realized the answer. “That’s why Jack grabbed you, to get a sample.”
“Although I must say all he had to do was ask, instead of scalping me.” Sark declared. “Nonetheless they will have their proof, and at some point they will interrogate Irina about it and find out the whole story. Then they will know that the rest of the information I gave is authentic as well.”
“But that won’t be for a day at least.” Liz acknowledged. “And since my part of all of this is done, I’m going to go home and go to bed.”
“Would you be partial to some company?” Sark asked.
Liz smiled at him apologetically, “Tempting, but no. This night has been one of great revelations and eye-openers. I need to go home, relax and decompress. But I’ll see you again soon.”
Sark nodded before kissing her goodbye. “Do not keep me waiting for long.”
Liz watched Sark exit through the same door his father and sister had left through minutes before and blew out a deep breath. So much information had come out in so little time that it was almost too hard to believe. Why was it she always got involved with guys who had the complicated family life?