AN: Okay, Mindless! This is for you since you've been telling me to go write more already!! lol. Anyways, sorry once again not updating sooner. This will probably be my last day for updates until Jan. 6th because I'm going to Las Vegas for my birthday. Anyways, enjoy and we'll see how many chapters I can write today. The more reviews though the fast my fingers type..lol. Enjoy!

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Chapter 15

Sydney sat on the bed staring at the phone in her hand. She had been sitting here for fifteen minutes thinking about her decision regarding Irina's proposition. The part that was bugging her the most was when Irina mentioned going to Sydney's wedding. How could she be so sure Sydney would be getting married? When she had told Vaughn and her father about it, Vaughn had been quiet and thoughtful. He didn't really remark about it. Sighing quietly, she finally started dialing the numbers she had just memorized.

"Have you thought about my offer?"

Sydney looked at the phone in disbelief. "How did you know it was me?"

Irina laughed. "No one else has this number. So what's your decision?"

"Let's say we do go along with you. What's going to happen?"

"Well, I'll make it seemed like all three of you were killed. No one will be aware of where you're going or what you will be doing. I'll take all of you to a remote place in France near the coast and give you new aliases. I will, of course, be staying near by so I can visit you easier."

"That's it?" Sydney was still skeptical about this.

"What else is there?"

"I want Alice and Sark in CIA custody. I don't want them coming anywhere near us ever again."

"Alright. I'll arrange it. So it that a yes?"

"Not yet, if you get Alice and Sark into CIA custody, I'll agree to your plan."

Irina sighed. "Alright. I'll contact you later."

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"I can't believe you, Sydney! I can't believe you would actually agree with her. After all she's done, haven't you learned anything?" Vaughn was pacing around the living room, obviously angry.

"I didn't exactly agree with her. I told her that if she got Alice and Sark into CIA custody, I'll agree to her plan." Sydney looked over at her father. Jack hadn't spoken since Sydney told him and Vaughn about the call to her mom. He seemed to be in deep thought and looked troubled.

Vaughn sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "Syd, how can you trust her?"

Sydney looked up intently at Vaughn. "I don't, but if she can get Alice and Sark into CIA custody, I'm not going to stop her. I told her I would agree to go along with her, but it doesn't mean I will agree."

Jack spoke up for the first time since this conversation started. "Sydney, you don't want to play around with your mother. She is a dangerous woman and she doesn't like being tricked. The best thing to do now is go along with her. It will be dangerous since we don't know what she's up to, but it's the only thing we can do."

Vaughn sighed, but agreed with Jack. He knew there was nothing more they could do. Tricking Irina was more dangerous than going along with her. Just then, the phone rang.

They all looked at it, no one wanting to answer. Finally, Sydney picked up the phone.

"Hello?"

"Sydney. Here's what you have to do. Call up the CIA and tell them to have a team go to the cottage in Canada. That's where they can ambush Alice and Sark."

"Alright. What time should they be there?"

"In five hours."

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"Sir? We've received intel indicating that Lambert has been brought into CIA custody."

"What? When was this?"

"About an hour a go." Sloane sighed and looked up.

"You may go now." The agent exited the office, glad to be away from the Sloane's wrath.

Sloane put his head in his hands. He couldn't believe that Lambert had been stupid enough to get himself captured. He thought Lambert had more experience than this. What was he going to do now? Sydney must be brought to justice.

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Alice was pacing the room when the phone rang. She looked at it as it rang again and then picked it up.

"Hello?"

"Alice, in five hours I want you and Sark to meet me at the cottage. I'm sorry I couldn't meet you at the hotel, but my plane was delayed. Since we are running out of time, it will be better to meet there."

"Alright." Alice hung up the phone. She wasn't sure if she should go to the cottage or not. Maybe it would be more worth it to irritate Irina more by not going. Alice laughed quietly to herself. She still didn't know what Irina was up to. When Sark found out Alice didn't know, he kept it to himself and wouldn't tell her. Damn him. Alice banged her hand on the table.

"So what was the phone call about?" Sark asked as he started flipping the pages of a magazine.

"Irina wants us to go to the cottage in five hours."

"And you're thinking about not going, am I right?" Sark gave Alice an amused look.

Alice glared at him. "So what? I'm sick of her tricks. Why can't I trick her for once, huh?"

Sark shook his head. He couldn't believe how naive Alice was. "Because you would be dead the next morning. Do you really want that, Alice?"

At first, Alice thought he was kidding, but when she looked into his eyes, Alice knew Sark was serious.