A/N: I'M STILL REALLY EXCITED ABOUT THE STORY, SORRY THE UPDATE TOOK SO LONG. I DON'T OWN ALIAS, BLAH, BLAH, BLAH... AND ALL THAT GOOD CRAP

HERE'S THE NEXT CHAPTER... STILL IN SYD'S POV- MORE ABOUT THE MISSION... THE SAVOY HOTEL IS AN ACTUAL HOTEL IN MOSCOW. THE WONDERS OF THE INTERNET : ) I HAVE THE WEBSITE ON FILE IF YOU'D LIKE TO SEE THE PICTURES JUST PM ME AND LET ME KNOW AND I'LL EMAIL IT TO YOU.

When the plane lands in Moscow, I exit like a normal person but inside I'm reeling. I love the adrenilne that courses through my veins on missions like these. I go into the bathroom quickly, pulling everything I need out of the bag. I quickly put on the wig, I'll dye it later. For now I don't have enough time. I have to hurry, not staying too long. Nothing about me can be suspicious and raise any red flags. I wonder if he watches the airport security. If he has then he knows me from my earlier trip to Russia. I sigh but keep moving. I'll figure that out later. Marshall told me that he didn't, so I have nothing else to do but to trust the CIA's intell. I think back to the picture of the mark and decide that I'm going to name him. No more of "the man" business. What can I name him?

I leave the airport bathroom Jane Adams leaving Rachel Kline there. I have a new walk now, new hair, new clothes, a new attitude. This is one of my favorite parts of my job. When I get to decide on my alias. What I look like, what I wear. It's strangely empowering. On to phase two. Alright, now I have to go to the Savoy Moscow Hotel. It's beautifully lit up in the dark and I'm anxious to get there. There are only sixty-seven rooms so I should be relatively alone here. It's in the very center of everything in Moscow. I hit Rozhdestvenka Street and there it is. Just as beautiful as I remember it being. I park directly in front of the building, not feeling like walking. The lounge is decorated beautifully. The walls are creme, framed with whit trim. It is beautifully wonderful, however still not ornate. I check in, skipping the fire place. It was a bit too warm for that. The staircase is beauiful. White marble stairs, gold trimming surrounding them, and two beautifully lit lamps. It's like something out of a dream. There is a large golden S engraved in the floor and my mind drifts to Sark again. Now isn't the time. Focus on the mission.

I walk into the room which is decorated in light greens. I flop on the bed, tipping the bellboy who followed me up to help me with my bags. There was a fire place, so I walk over and light a fire. I put a "DO NOT DISTURB" sign on the door and go about the dirty business of dying my hair. The bathroom is fairly large sized, brown marble surrounded me, reminding me my of what I was having to do. I sigh and begin to comb through it. I decide that I'll wash it first and run some bath water. A bath can't hurt. I find some bubbles and smile, adding them too. The mission wouldn't start for hours. I could formulate a plan and soak in hot bubbles for a while at the same time. Thirty minutes later, I'm lathering my hair with red solution. Another thirty minutes later I'm ready to go. (A/N: I'M REALLY NOT SURE ABOUT THAT lol) I change clothes, deciding on my black open-back curvy jersey dress from Victoria secret and go down into the lobby again finding my way to the bar. There are statues on either side of me, two men supporting the celing on either side. The white and creme remain, decked out in marble.

I navigate my way carefully to the bar and smile at the bartender. "Симпатичный вечер не так ли?" He looks up at me and smiles. "Я испуган я не знало несоосность. Я был на обязанности всей ночой." I smile again. "Я реально не забочу вы служите мне как раз делаете его сильно." He seems to understand exactly what I mean and he pours me some whiskey. I smile at him once again and begin to walk off. "Вы смотрите как вы умеете как иметь потеху." I laugh, turning back towards him. "Те найти вне?" I ask coyly. Apparently he does. "I get off in five minutes." He tells me, his English almost flawless, again I laugh. "I don't know if I can wait that long." He regards me for a moment. "Drink that and you'll be begging to come with me." I take his double meaning in stride and shoot him a 'you don't want none of this look' but it was way too late for him it seemed.

I'm past ready to leave by the time the five minutes is up. I ditched the drink a while ago, not bothering to even sip it. It was all part of the plan. He was working for the mark. Low level survailence at the hotel. I wondered if he would take me to work. I link my arm through his and we leave. The adreniline is pumping again. I'm trying to listen to what he's saying but it's hard. I decide that I will name the mark Melor. (A/N: Means Communist Creation in Russian) I seem to be satisfied with this and the boy tells me his name is Dima. I smile and tell him my name is Jane but he can call me Fedora. It is his turn to laugh now at my joke. (A/N: Means God's Gift in Russian) "Well of course." We continue walking until we reach the Bolshoi Theatre. It is June so I know that the play season has just ended. We are not going to see a play. Again I smile slowing my walk. "I thought you said we were going to party." I say and he grins at me like a kid at Christmas. I understand before he says it. "We are." I nod and I know. He's taking me to Melor.

We walk around the building and I see the door before he shows me but feign ignorance. I don't need my cover to be blown so early. Especially over a door. I grin widely at him as he takes me through the door. The hall is dimly lit and I see a rat scurry across the floor. A party indeed. "Dima?" I shoot him a quetstioning glance, honestly wondering where we're going. He smies sweetly at me. "Calm down Fedora. All in good time. I have to drop something for work." I nod at his botched English and continue to follow him. The passagway narrows and I am forced to walk behind him, attached only by the hand that is still holding tightly onto mine. I can sense that he is nervous to be bringing me here. In truth, I'm nervous too. I'm not so sure that I want to see Melor at any point. Much less right now. In this dress. In these shoes. It was more running in said shoes that I was concerned with at the moment.

"Come on. Keep up. Don't want you getting lost." I nod and work harder to make my stride match his. Normally it wasn't so hard to do. It's my job to make people believe my ALIAS. I take a deep breath and squeeze his hand. The room that we bust into is loud. Real loud. The music is blaring. There is an upstairs room. Probably VIP. Good. But this is almost too easy. It's never this easy. Ever. And then I see him. My target.

TRANSLATION

Lovely evening isn't it? (into Russian) Симпатичный вечер не так ли?

I wouldn't know miss. I've been on duty all night (into Russian) Я испуган я не знало несоосность. Я был на обязанности всей ночой.

I don't really care what you serve me, just make it strong. (into Russian) Я реально не забочу вы служите мне как раз делаете его сильно.

You look like you know to have fun. (into Russian) Вы смотрите как вы умеете как иметь потеху.

Want to find out? (into Russian) Те найти вне?