AN: Alright! Here's the next chapter like I promised! Bye! BTW, I lied, no action, but there is some excitement! REVIEW!!

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Chapter 11

"So what this big plan of yours?" Sark started flipping the channels of the hotel television.

"I'm still thinking about it." Sark smiled with amusement.

"You know, by the time you're done thinking, they'll be out of the country."

Alice glared at Sark. "Shut up!"

Sark put his hands up in surrender. "Okay, but don't say I didn't warn you."

Alice didn't have time to answer because her cell phone rang.

"Hello?" From the look on her face, Sark knew it was Irina.

"No, Ma'am. We haven't gotten the chance." Alice sighed. She knew it wasn't a good enough answer for Irina, but it was the best one she could come up with. Irina started talking about the importance of bringing Sydney to her and how nothing else mattered.

"I know it's important that we bring Sydney Bristow back, but you promised me I would get my revenge on Michael Vaughn as well." Irina told her that she was going to come here to finish the job. Alice was getting frustrated. She had been doing jobs for Irina for years and it was the first time Irina had interfered. It's was Alice's job and she would finish it.

"What? I can do this!" Alice sighed, "Fine. See you in a couple of hours."

"What did she say?"

Alice gave him a dejected look. "She's coming here. Irina obviously doesn't think we're capable of doing this ourselves so she's coming to finish the job."

Sark shook his head. "This is all your fault, you know."

Sark had some nerve calling it her fault. "My fault? You were the one that got yourself captured!"

"It's not my fault Jack Bristow is a dangerous man. I know what he's capable of and so do you."

Alice sighed and laid down on the bed. She was so annoyed with Sark and now Irina was coming here. This was not good, not good at all.

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Irina turned off the phone and headed towards the door. Alice and Sark were so incompetent. If she wanted to get something done, she knew she had to do it herself. Irina didn't care so much about having Mr. Vaughn killed as much as she wanted to speak with her daughter.

Having the skills that she had, she was able to easily pick the lock and head inside. The whole house seemed to be dark. There was a distinct smell of smoke in the living room indicating that whoever was here had used the fireplace.

As she roamed into the kitchen, she saw a pot of leftover spaghetti indicating that someone had been having dinner. Irina headed towards the bedrooms. The first bedroom she came to was dark, but there was enough light from the window to see into the room. There were rumpled sheets on the bed and some chairs and things were out of place. Irina sensed that there had been a struggle here. She knew it must have been one of Sloane's men since Alice hadn't been here yet.

As she was about to turn around and explore some more, she heard a click on a gun and a familiar voice.

"Don't move."

Irina smiled. "Hello Jack."

"Irina?"

*Sorry about the shortness but I wanted to end it here.