Sarah had agreed to meet with the large black man, known as Theo Brucks. Agent Turner had set up the meeting, and told her it would be first thing tomorrow morning. The remainder of the night was Sarah’s last free time before she would be leaving the CIA head quarters. She wanted to be alone to think about what lay ahead in the following weeks, so she had returned to her private room.
It wasn’t long after that the knocking came. At first Sarah hadn’t noticed it, she had been so deep into thought. As usual she found herself drifting back to her and Jack. The way he had made love to her, with the intensity of a million fires. The thing she hated the most was the way he had made her feel when she was in his arms. Jack had made her feel safe; he had taken away all her doubts in the world and made her feel like she could do anything. Her whole world had been turned upside down and inside out in the last couple days. Once Sarah realized the thudding was at the door and not in her heart she leap up and went to it.
“Who is it?” she asked quietly.
“Miss. Banks, please open the door!” demanded the voice on the other side.
Sarah recognized it immediately. It was the same doubtful and patronizing voice that had spoke in the meeting, belonging to General Shwarts. She felt a little terrified, but thought it was best if she just opened the door and confronted him.
Sarah unlocked the door and pulled it open. “What can I do for you General?” she asked. “May I come in?” The General asked as he pushed his way passed her and into the room.
Sarah rolled her eyes before turning to face him. Shwarts stared angrily at her; his eyes were dead cold. “Please sit,” he instructed waving his hand at the bed. “I’d rather stand,” Sarah told him. He stood there, not budging. It was obvious to Sarah that he wasn’t going to give in until she sat down, so she did.
She watched him carefully as he closed the door and turned the lock. Once it was tightly locked he returned to standing in front of Sarah. “Look at you, not hardly a day over 21 and the fate of the world is resting on your shoulders,” the General said with a sneer. “I have fought in more wars than you’ve had fucks. I don’t know what Turner sees in you.”
Sarah was appalled and reacted on her first instincts. She flew up from the bed and swung her hand at his face. Shwarts moved with speed Sarah had only ever seen Jack do before. He grabbed her wrist and twisted it, foiling her attempt to slap him across the face. He forced her hand to twist again, drawing a murmur of pain to slip from her mouth. He smiled sadistically, as if causing Sarah pain brought his satisfaction.
She looked in his eyes with her own, blazing with anger. “What are you going to do?” she asked coldly.
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