She pulled her sunglasses back down. Taking one last sweep on the beach front, she walked back to her room and pulled a towel out of her bag. "Vaughn, check out his room."

"Syd, you have to tell me what you're doing."

"I'm going to see if he's alone." Annoyance crept in her voice. She'd be damned if this mission failed. She slipped her tank top off, replacing it with a bikini top. She threw her towel over her shoulder and stepped out once again onto the beach.

But she was no longer Sydney Bristow. She was...she didn't care, it didn't matter. She sauntered out, careful of each step, each smile. Men stared at her as she passed by, but she paid them no notice. She was looking for just one man.

Vaughn's voice came over the comm. "His kids are here at least, I can hear them. I don't know if his wife is though."

She swept the beach with her glasses, picking up nothing with the scanner, but just then, a flash of green. Just a tiny green square, in the pocket of a shirt. And there he was, Armos Miguel. She smiled.

"Vaughn, he's alone." Her plan might work after all.

Casually, as if by chance, she lay her towel down beside his chair. She pretended not to notice him looking at her. Going for a German accent she spread herself out and turning to look at him she said "Is this okay, I being here?"

Miguel grinned and tipped his own sunglasses down. "You're a little far from home."

She smiled shyly. "I am on...Urlaub. How you say? Vacation?

He grinned even wider. "Now what's a pretty thing like you doing here all by yourself?"

Time to spread on the charm Syd. "German men are such dull on zese trips. Zey bore me. I come here looking for...excitement.

Vaughn's voice was urgent. "Syd, there's a woman here headed your way, and she looks pretty pissed off."

"...could find ways to entertain you." Miguel was saying. She smiled seductively and sat up. She had to do this quickly. Sitting on the arm of his chair, she strategically placed a hand over his breast pocket.

"And vat vays would zese be?" She whispered, at the same time rotating the magnetic ring on her finger that Marshall had given her. She felt it latch on to the disk. Unfortunately so did Miguel for he clamped on hand around her wrist,.

But instead of yanking her hand away and with it, exposing the disk, he pulled her down and kissed her. She fought back a gag. His breathed smelled of cheap whiskey.

¡Usted hijo de una ramera! A woman screeched. Miguel practically flung her off himself. Luckily she managed to slip the disk along with her and quickly concealed it in her own pocket.

"Maya, no es lo que se parece a." The woman slapped him and began yelling more. Sydney grabbed her towel and fled, leaving the arms dealer to deal with his wife.

"Vaughn, I have it."

"You what?" Came the incredulous reply.

"I have the disk. I'm on my way back to my room."

Even through the comm, she could tell he was impressed. "Good work, I'll let Sloan know."

She shook the sand from her feet before shutting the sliding glass door behind her.

"I must say, very impressive." A smooth voiced crooned, laced with that unmistakable British accent.

She slowly turned around, and there was Sark, dressed in a simple polo shirt and khakis. She stifled a laugh. She'd never seen him so casual.

Sark's blue eyes darkened. "Now, shall we get down to business?"