Chapter 3:

I entered the airport minutes later as Melissa Parker, a woman with short strawberry blonde hair who thankfully wasn't known for walking about scantily clad. My 'disguise' is nothing more than a fitted black teeshirt, a pair of bluejeans, black boots, and glasses.

Entering Terminal 4 I realized that I'd taken a little too long to make the transformation from Sydney Bristow to Melissa Parker, as Sark was already halfway through the baggage and security checks.

Upon seeing me he sent an irritated look my way. I might have just hurried to his side, but I knew that in light of recent events I would have been stopped by security guards immediatly, and that was a scene Sark wouldn't have appreciated. Nor would I.

As awkward as this entire situation was, I wanted nothing more than for things to go smoothly, and so I took my place at the end of the line and waited for my turn to have my luggage (there wasn't much, only what Sark had put together for me before he'd even showed up at my door) rummaged through.

He was waiting for me on the other side of the baggage check, my ticket in hand. I still didn't know where we were going, but when I looked at the little piece of paper I couldn't hide my suprise...

"Russia?!"

He nodded. I still didn't know what we were looking to accomplish, but I had begun to make some connections. We were going to my mother's country, to find something that Sloane apparantly wanted and could be used against him.

Sark spun away from me to get in line to board the plane, but I grabbed his wrist and whispered harshly, "This has to do with The Prophecy doesn't it? And my mother?"

"It always does," he answered simply, pulling his hand from mine, and wouldn't say another word about it despite all of my questioning.

When we took our seats on the plane I knew it was going to be a long flight...