Story About Sark

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Gadgett

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Somebody started this in the Jack forum and I thought it would be fun to write a story about Sark too. Just add a line and we'll see where it goes. I'll start...

Sark knew his plan was risky but it was too late to turn back now. He had already come this far.
 
It was his very first mission and there was no way that he was turing back now. He wanted to be a spy and that would not happen unless he completed his mission.
 
As he walked towards the abandoned parking lot, Sark appeared calm and unafraid, but on the inside, he was anything but calm. Sark was very good at hiding his emotions. One had to be in this line of work.
 
Gadgett, don't hate me. I'm posting two lines. I didn't know if this was supposed to be a "serious" story or not and I really wanted to write the clown line. So, I decided to do a "Choose Your Own Adventure" kind of thing. Next poster, pick your line. (Sorry, I'm completely unable to take anything seriously at the moment.)


A figure stepped out of the shadows. "Mr. Sark, I presume?" the woman asked.

or

Suddenly, a car pulled up next to him and at popped a bunch of clowns. He was unable to contain his excitement. Abandoning all restraint, he clapped his hands in delight. But these were no ordinary clowns. They were ninja clowns and his delight soon turned to panic.
 
Haha...ninja clowns. I love it.

"No. Stay away!" shouted Sark as the ninja clowns neared closer and closer. For everyone knows how ninja clowns kill their victims. They tickle them to death.
 
"Mr. Sark, you mistake our motives. I promise you that there will be no tickling tonight. Well, we won't be tickling you anyway. We're here to help you on your mission." the lead ninja clown told him. Sark was hesitant. Irina had made no mention of the need for assistance. Surely she would have mentioned ninja clowns.
 
Did Irina doubt his capabilities to perform this mission alone that she had sent these clowns? Were these ninja clowns trustworthy or were they trying to set him up? Sark didn't know for sure, but he'd risk it. He would be prepared for their double-cross, should it come.
 
Sark's instincts told him that something wasn't right. In one swift move he pulled off the lead ninja clown's mask and gasped in surprise. "You're not a ninja clown!" shouted Sark. "You're Jack Bristow!"
 
Sark's eyes narrowed. "You know the protocol for contacting Irina," he said suspiciously. "Why didn't you follow it? Why did you have to disguise yourself as a ninja-clown?"
 
Jack sighed. Shifting in his red, rubber shoes, he said: "She's refusing to meet with me. This is important. It's about Sydney." Sark's ears perked up at this. Though he had never met her in person, he had heard much about Irina's beloved daughter.
 
"Fine. I'll deliver your message," said Sark, his curiosity getting the better of him. Jack nodded and pulled out a sealed manilla envelope. "This is for Irina's eyes only," he warned before handing the envelope to Sark.
 
"No. That will be all," responded Jack. "Now if you'll excuse me. I have an important meeting with a Mr. Ronald McDonald." With that, Jack and his fellow ninja clowns jumped back into the car and sped off.
 
Sark clutched the envelope. He knew what Jack had said but his curiosity got the better of him. He was curious to know more about Sydney Bristow. Sark opened the envelope and looked inside.
 
Sydney was being held captive by the evil Circus Freak terrorist group residing here in Moscow! Now Jack disguising himself as a ninja clown made sense to Sark. Jack had been trying to move freely about the town, unnoticed by the terrorist group.
 
Luckily, Sark knew Clown McFrown, the head of the evil Circus Freak terrorist group. Perhaps he could work out a deal to get back Sydney. Rescuing Irina's daughter would surely benefit him in the long run. Not only would Irina be indebted to him, but he would have proven himself as the ultimate spy.
 
Deciding that it would further improve his reputation if he handle this little adventure on his own, Sark decided not to inform Irina of her daughter's capture and tucked the envelope into the inside pocket of his jacket. Glancing around furtively Sark pulled out his cell phone and after finding a secure line placed his call to set up a rendezvous with the infamous Clown McFrown.
 
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