[Whack] 015 - Do You Mind?
May. 25th, 2008 11:11 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
elementof_riskMarshall: Sydney is gone...Dixon...Jack, Vaughn. The only guy we have left is Sark and that's only because he's in custody. I hate that guy, I mean, really, kinda scares...although I did go visit him...twice...just to see a familiar face. We had eggs.
Weiss: Don't do that. - "Authorized Personnel Only, Part 2"
"Um. Hi. Hello. How are you? Well, obviously, you're not doing...I mean, in here, it can't be...and...the sling. That can't be..." The man standing just outside the bars of his cell fidgeted a bit with his shirt, plucking at his sleeves.
Sark stared at him for a moment, then leaned back against the wall, tucking his leg up onto the cot and wrapping his right arm, the one not still in desperate pain, around it. "To what do I owe the pleasure, Mr. Flinkman?"
"Oh! You remembered my name. That's good, I mean, well. You know. It's very nice of you. Not that you aren't usually nice, except, well, for the whole killing people thing..."
Sark lifted one eyebrow.
"All right, so you're not really nice, but well...." Marshall looked a little lost, and Sark's head tilted, curiosity sharpened.
"Was there something you wanted, Mr.Flinkman?"
"Do you like eggs?"
"What?" Sark frowned, absolutely baffled by the seeming nonsequitur.
"Eggs. I brought some, because it's morning, technically, and I thought, you know, they probably don't give you a lot of variety of food and I thought you might like...eggs." Marshall gave him a look that was between hopeful and terrified.
Sark's eyes narrowed and he looked Marshall over like he had never seen anything like him before. "You brought me eggs?"
"They have cheese in them?" Another look that might have been hopeful if he didn't see the trembling running over Marshall's skin.
"Why?" It almost galled him to ask, but the curiosity was killing him.
"Well, Sydney quit. And Vaughn quit. Dixon quit. Jack...um, Mr. Bristow. Agent Bristow, I mean. He's gone, too. It's just me and Eric Weiss. Do you know...? Well, obviously, a bit, at least, since you and Lauren...Mrs.Vaughn...Agent Reed....I mean. Nevermind. Anyway, they're all gone, and so it's like, whoa, all these new people around and no one says anything in the halls, and well, you, at least. You're...well. You've been around, you know? I mean, counting the two years before you escaped, you've sort of been around almost four years now, here a lot of it, and so, I thought. Well. I'd bring eggs. Do you mind?"
That, Sark thought, was very interesting. He found it hard to believe that so many of the CIA's top operatives, all of them so closely connected, would decide to quit at the same time. There had to be something more to it than that, and he considered various possibilities. Flinkman's mention of Lauren caused a small pain. He suspected she was dead, or he would have heard, but no one would confirm that for him. Though, possibly Flinkman might be just what he was looking for in that regard.
Smiling just a bit, Sark shifted and nodded at the guard, who let Marshall into the cell. Marshall looked like he might die of fright crossing the threshold, but he did it anyway, turning to take a tray from the guard to bring in the cell. Handing Sark a plate that did, indeed, have eggs on it, with cheese in them, he scampered to sit in the chair across from Sark's cot.
"Thank you, Mr. Flinkman," Sark said softly. "It was very kind of you to think of me."
Marshall gave him another grimace of a smile, picking up the spoon they had to eat with since no one was going to let someone in Sark's cell with a fork near the man, as if he would take it and stab it into the man's neck and then..what? Where, exactly, did they think he would go, his gruesome murder by fork accomplished? Glancing down, Sark scooped up some of his eggs and ate them, discovering them to be far better than his usual fare.
"So, everyone has left, gone off to new positions, leaving you and Weiss here all alone?" he asked, glancing up at Marshall.
Marshall nodded, looking a bit somber. "All for their own reasons, and no one really knows what, except, well. Sydney had a job go...I mean...I probably shouldn't, tell you, but. You know how you get all used to something, like, oh!" His face brightened. "Like all your life, it's all, 'Oh, Obi-Wan Kenobi is played by Sir Alec Guinness,' and it's this sort of feeling about who he is and you know, of course, he had to be different in the past, but then they come along, and suddenly he's Ewan MacGregor and even though there are parallels there, it's like everything is completely different now, and he's not the same at all, so he might as well be a new character, like all the new agents running around and, well. No. That's not really a good analogy at all, is it, because it's not like someone's running around pretending to be Sydney, like, well, when Lauren came, and shot...Oh." Marshall looked a bit struck, looking down at his eggs.
"I am very used to the players in the game changing," Sark said, lips twitching a bit, and once again ignoring the mention of Lauren. "It can be disorienting, yes. First it's the Alliance, then the Covenant, and now I've no idea who will rise up to take their place, but it will be someone. It always is. "
Marshall stared at him for a minute, and Sark gave him a half smile again, going back to his eggs. They finished in silence, which Sark got the feeling was new for Marshall, but when the eggs were gone, the other man reached and took Sark's plate, actually getting close to him without shaking. "Um, thank you. I mean, for letting me..."
Sark nodded a little, giving him a faint smile. "Thank you for bringing me the eggs, Mr. Flinkman."
"Maybe, I could bring them again, sometime..." Marshall suggested, even as he scurried back to the door of the cell, waiting for the door to open. "If you don't mind."
Sark just smirked a touch. "I'll see you tomorrow, then, Mr. Flinkman."
He almost laughed at the speed with which Marshall fled, then stretched back out on the cot, staring at the ceiling and pondering just what other information he could get out of the nervous man before someone put a stop to his visits. What he'd said already was exceptionally interesting. He wasn't sure just how it might play to his advantage, but something would. Something...His lips curved into another smirk. No, he didn't mind the visits at all.
Weiss: Don't do that. - "Authorized Personnel Only, Part 2"
"Um. Hi. Hello. How are you? Well, obviously, you're not doing...I mean, in here, it can't be...and...the sling. That can't be..." The man standing just outside the bars of his cell fidgeted a bit with his shirt, plucking at his sleeves.
Sark stared at him for a moment, then leaned back against the wall, tucking his leg up onto the cot and wrapping his right arm, the one not still in desperate pain, around it. "To what do I owe the pleasure, Mr. Flinkman?"
"Oh! You remembered my name. That's good, I mean, well. You know. It's very nice of you. Not that you aren't usually nice, except, well, for the whole killing people thing..."
Sark lifted one eyebrow.
"All right, so you're not really nice, but well...." Marshall looked a little lost, and Sark's head tilted, curiosity sharpened.
"Was there something you wanted, Mr.Flinkman?"
"Do you like eggs?"
"What?" Sark frowned, absolutely baffled by the seeming nonsequitur.
"Eggs. I brought some, because it's morning, technically, and I thought, you know, they probably don't give you a lot of variety of food and I thought you might like...eggs." Marshall gave him a look that was between hopeful and terrified.
Sark's eyes narrowed and he looked Marshall over like he had never seen anything like him before. "You brought me eggs?"
"They have cheese in them?" Another look that might have been hopeful if he didn't see the trembling running over Marshall's skin.
"Why?" It almost galled him to ask, but the curiosity was killing him.
"Well, Sydney quit. And Vaughn quit. Dixon quit. Jack...um, Mr. Bristow. Agent Bristow, I mean. He's gone, too. It's just me and Eric Weiss. Do you know...? Well, obviously, a bit, at least, since you and Lauren...Mrs.Vaughn...Agent Reed....I mean. Nevermind. Anyway, they're all gone, and so it's like, whoa, all these new people around and no one says anything in the halls, and well, you, at least. You're...well. You've been around, you know? I mean, counting the two years before you escaped, you've sort of been around almost four years now, here a lot of it, and so, I thought. Well. I'd bring eggs. Do you mind?"
That, Sark thought, was very interesting. He found it hard to believe that so many of the CIA's top operatives, all of them so closely connected, would decide to quit at the same time. There had to be something more to it than that, and he considered various possibilities. Flinkman's mention of Lauren caused a small pain. He suspected she was dead, or he would have heard, but no one would confirm that for him. Though, possibly Flinkman might be just what he was looking for in that regard.
Smiling just a bit, Sark shifted and nodded at the guard, who let Marshall into the cell. Marshall looked like he might die of fright crossing the threshold, but he did it anyway, turning to take a tray from the guard to bring in the cell. Handing Sark a plate that did, indeed, have eggs on it, with cheese in them, he scampered to sit in the chair across from Sark's cot.
"Thank you, Mr. Flinkman," Sark said softly. "It was very kind of you to think of me."
Marshall gave him another grimace of a smile, picking up the spoon they had to eat with since no one was going to let someone in Sark's cell with a fork near the man, as if he would take it and stab it into the man's neck and then..what? Where, exactly, did they think he would go, his gruesome murder by fork accomplished? Glancing down, Sark scooped up some of his eggs and ate them, discovering them to be far better than his usual fare.
"So, everyone has left, gone off to new positions, leaving you and Weiss here all alone?" he asked, glancing up at Marshall.
Marshall nodded, looking a bit somber. "All for their own reasons, and no one really knows what, except, well. Sydney had a job go...I mean...I probably shouldn't, tell you, but. You know how you get all used to something, like, oh!" His face brightened. "Like all your life, it's all, 'Oh, Obi-Wan Kenobi is played by Sir Alec Guinness,' and it's this sort of feeling about who he is and you know, of course, he had to be different in the past, but then they come along, and suddenly he's Ewan MacGregor and even though there are parallels there, it's like everything is completely different now, and he's not the same at all, so he might as well be a new character, like all the new agents running around and, well. No. That's not really a good analogy at all, is it, because it's not like someone's running around pretending to be Sydney, like, well, when Lauren came, and shot...Oh." Marshall looked a bit struck, looking down at his eggs.
"I am very used to the players in the game changing," Sark said, lips twitching a bit, and once again ignoring the mention of Lauren. "It can be disorienting, yes. First it's the Alliance, then the Covenant, and now I've no idea who will rise up to take their place, but it will be someone. It always is. "
Marshall stared at him for a minute, and Sark gave him a half smile again, going back to his eggs. They finished in silence, which Sark got the feeling was new for Marshall, but when the eggs were gone, the other man reached and took Sark's plate, actually getting close to him without shaking. "Um, thank you. I mean, for letting me..."
Sark nodded a little, giving him a faint smile. "Thank you for bringing me the eggs, Mr. Flinkman."
"Maybe, I could bring them again, sometime..." Marshall suggested, even as he scurried back to the door of the cell, waiting for the door to open. "If you don't mind."
Sark just smirked a touch. "I'll see you tomorrow, then, Mr. Flinkman."
He almost laughed at the speed with which Marshall fled, then stretched back out on the cot, staring at the ceiling and pondering just what other information he could get out of the nervous man before someone put a stop to his visits. What he'd said already was exceptionally interesting. He wasn't sure just how it might play to his advantage, but something would. Something...His lips curved into another smirk. No, he didn't mind the visits at all.
