Aria knows that her boys are going to have questions. They are going to talk about her and she needs to allow them time to work this out and accept it.

Aria must have been up with the sun. She is already in the main house speaking with the family. Eliot notices the horses outside. Though he is still angry and confused with Aria, this is a little taste of home. Aria walks outside and up to them as the exit their quarters. "We go after breakfast." She looks at Sterling. She knows Mack can ride. She knows Eliot can ride… Lexi will be taking his leave from them. She surveys the look on Sterling's face. "You ride?" She can tell from his reaction that the answer is obviously no…but this could be fun. "Of course… I am British." As they walk towards the house Aria whispers. "We both know the closest you have been to a saddle on a British horse is the leather seat in your Range Rover." Sterling pushes on her shoulder… from the instant inhale from Aria… the wrong shoulder.

The meal is generous and gracious. Aria says her goodbyes as she joins the men outside. The old woman calls out her name. The exchange is silent with the exception of her name spoken but the content of it is obvious. Aria confirms to honor her promise.

The travelers lead them through the woods and over a border. They understand the need for a degree of stealth. Aria truly has friends in high and low places. This is a tactical advantage. It is quite apparent that they know at least some detail of her work. They arrive at their destination. The gentlemen take the reins of the extra horses. The eldest taps his forehead as he speaks to Aria. "Be careful among the gadjo." In a moment they disappear from view. They begin to walk towards the town. The phrase that he used toward, Aria. Damien's family hold Aria as one of their own. It makes Eliot truly wonder the depth of Aria's relationship with Damien. Damien would have held this secret close. He worked for Damien and he studied Damien and never saw this side of him. Damien would have had to love Aria to bring her this deep into his world. He would have had to have trusted her. Aria, to experience this, she could not have known that he killed her mother and sister. Aria preserved Damien's life time and time again. He wonders if it is out of love or of duty.

Aria is silent. She is keeping watch. Eliot has a thousand questions running through his head. For the briefest of moments, Aria turns around towards Eliot. "You don't get to have an opinion about my life before I met you. All I have ever done since you met me is protect you… you made your own decisions, Eliot. They were all your free will." Her words are delivered in a soft voice to take the edge off the meaning. Aria is transforming into Azrael as they walk. They have all grown familiar with the manifestation of Azrael. As they make entry to the quaint French town, Aria walks straight to a villa. All are a bit thrown by the familiarity that Aria is displaying with the current area but at this point everything with Aria has the potential to surprise.

She walks into the villa, what lies on the other side stuns Eliot. Sitting before him in the parlor are Sophie, Parker, Hardison and Nate. This is a moment where Aria has rendered him speechless. She tapped his team. They are greeted with relief. All had been worried about Mack and Eliot. All are relieved to find them in good condition. Eliot is rushed by Parker and thrown into a complete Parker bear hug. Eliot glances at Nate. He wonders if Aria has read him in from the beginning.

Aria walks into the kitchen and grabs a bottle of water. She is too familiar with this place. Mack follows her into the kitchen. She reaches into the fridge and grabs a bottle of water. She hands one to Mack. She knows she has to reveal something to him. She lets him ask for what he wants. "So, I hear the greatest trappings of old money… is real estate. How long have you had this?" He opens the water and takes up a position next to Aria against the sink. They talk as they watch Eliot and Sterling interact with his team. "A long time." Aria is watching them closely. "Aria, how big does this get." She looks at her partner. She knows why he is asking. "Big enough for a lot of complications."

"Mouse Trap?" She laughs at the fact that she knows she actually taught Mack Shakespeare. "More like a Honey Trap." Mack looks Aria over. He loves her. She is an incredibly large part of his world. He could not imagine his world without her in it. "Let me go with you." He touches her shoulder gently since he can't tell which one is bandaged at the moment. Aria turns towards him. "Connie, I love you and that is why I have to do this alone. What I am about to do is too dangerous. I want you safe for Wendy." She uses the magic words to trigger Mack. She used his name and wielded the weapon of his wife and kids. "You know what to do if this goes to hell." Mack knows Aria is protecting him. He needs to let go of his ego at this moment. His instincts tell him that Aria is right. She reaches up and kisses him on the cheek as she messes his hair. She turns away from him and walks into the parlor.

She walks right up to Nate. "You good?" Nate nods to her as Sophie walks up with a bag for her and Sterling. "You will need these. She exchanges a look with Sophie that Eliot finds hard to read. Mack lingers in the doorway of the kitchen as she glances back at him before exiting. It occurs to Eliot that this place is Aria's. He turns to Hardison. "This is hers?" Hardison gives him a smile. "Baby Girl beats out Trump on real estate." Eliot corners Nate. Nate was expecting this and had prepared to tame the beastie.

Eliot looks over the papers on the desk. It becomes clear to him. He knows Aria has already vaporized. "She is going after the Italian." Nate turns towards Eliot. "Who is going after Moreau?" Eliot continues. "She is going to save that bastard again." Nate sits on the edge of the desk. Sophie decides to interject. "Because she needs both of them alive. This is a tactical strike Eliot. You have to let her do this. She is the only one who can."

Eliot pulls a crazy Ivan on both of them. "What did the Italian leverage to get you to bring down Damien?" Nate was not expecting this but now Eliot has the attention of all of them. "Nathan, what did you leverage?" Nate knows this is a difficult question to answer. "Your lives. She threatened your lives." Clarity is coming to Eliot in spades. Mack suddenly understands why a CIA black ops team had to break Damien Moreau out of a dungeon. Aria needed him in the game. She is playing the players. She is making the tables turn.

Aria and Sterling are again on the train. "You got a plan?" She smiles over her coffee. "Let's say… I have guidelines. You know what you have to do." Sterling nods. He raises his coffee cup to her. She taps hers against his. She sets her cup down and gets up from the seat. Sterling knows better. He looks back. She is gone. He has to figure out how the hell she does that.