Meanwhile…………

Sydney stood by as Marshall attempted to crack the apparent code that had appeared on her phone.

"I've got it!" he finally declared jubilantly.

"What's it mean?" Sydney asked eagerly.

"Well, it says you need to gather 47 sporks, put them in a blue plastic bag, go down and speak to your mother for precisely 2.3472/6 minutes, and then go to a sheep filled field in the middle of Ireland and wait."

"What? Do they even make blue plastic bags?" Marshall blinked.

"That's your biggest concern?" he questioned, thinking of all the other oddities contained within the message.

"Oh… umm… what am I waiting for in that Irish field?" Marshall shrugged.
"No clue. But hey, while you're there… think you can get Colin Farrell's autograph for me?"

"I'll try," she promised. She paused to think about something.

"Wait a minute… where would I find 47 sporks?" Marshall thought for a long moment.

"Well… Taco Bell has them."

"But would they appreciate me taking 47?"

"Who knows? I guess you'll find out." Sydney nodded slowly.

"Right… hey, where's Vaughn?" Marshall shrugged again.

"Ok. I guess I'll just go get my 47 sporks now…" Sydney wandered off to find Weiss and Dixon.

"Do either of you know where Vaughn is?" They both shook their heads, and she sighed.

"Fine. I need you both to help me on a mission."

"What kind of mission?" Dixon asked curiously.

"I don't remember any long, boring meetings…" Weiss stated.

"I know. This isn't CIA sanctioned, but it's really important! Let's go, I'll explain on the way…" she led the three of them out, not noticing Marshall trying to attract her attention.

"What's going on?" Jack asked. Marshall explained how he had cracked the code and sent Sydney on her unsanctioned mission.

"Thing is, I just realize that it wasn't encrypted after all. It really was just Sark asking for help," he concluded. Jack sighed.

"I don't believe it. I'll catch her and set her straight."

"Good. So you'll stop her from going to Ireland?" Jack blinked.

"Nooo… I'll tell her to get an autograph for me too!" With that, he ran out hurriedly, trying to catch Sydney. A moment later, he ran back in.

"Better idea… she has to come back here to see Derevko anyway, so I'll just talk to her here!" With that, he ran down towards Irina's cell. A moment later, he reappeared.

"Oh, and for the record, if you tell Sydney anything about this… you'll never need to wear boots again!" With that, he once again ran towards Irina's cell. Marshall stared after him.

"I don't wear boots anyway…" he mused to himself, before returning to his game of Yahoo! Pool.