Chapter Two

Two weeks later, they still hadn't heard from Jack. Sydney's regression therapy was progressing quickly, and they assumed that she'd be regaining all of her memories shortly. They had managed to catch Sark in a club in Guatemala, paying off a man for blueprints to a warehouse; more than likely Sloane's next destination.

"Are you sure that you're ready to do this?" Vaughn asked.

"I'm ready. I'll be fine. Just leave me here," she smiled. "It's just Sark. Don't worry."

"I'm worried."

"I'll be fine," she reassured him and kissed him quickly as the gates opened. After two years, they still hadn't managed the fix the clanging sound that the gates made. It was one thing that brought back memories, memories of before her life had been taken from her. The time when she still had control over her life, like most people did.

She stopped in front of the cell that seemed to have held more people than necessary: Irina, Will, and now Sark. He sat on the cot, cross-legged with his eyes closed. The familiar position that she had seen Irina sit in more than once. He opened one of his eyes, looked at her, and sighed, opening them both. You could get lost in his eyes, she found herself thinking, but she shook her head. Syd, you're married- or at least you are, supposedly, even though you don't remember. Of all the memories that she had regained, her wedding and Santa Barbara were not among them.

He stood up and moved in front of the glass, facing Sydney.

"I wondered when I'd be seeing you, Sydney," he said.

"Let's get one thing clear here, Sark," she said in the same icy voice that she had both heard her mother use and used herself with her mother, "I am the agent here. I am the one asking the questions. You are the prisoner here. You have no rights. You will answer my questions, and only my questions. Is that clear?

"Crystal," he said in the same bored, sarcastic tone that he usually used.

"Where is the warehouse that you were retrieving the blueprints for?"

"Sydney," he said, interrupting her next train of thought. "Do you remember anything about these last two years?"

"Agent Bristow, Mr. Sark."

"Agent Bristow then. Do you remember anything?" he repeated.

She ignored him. "Answer my question, and then maybe, just maybe, I'll answer yours."

He shook his head, looking as if he was trying to clear it. "You don't remember. I know you don't. After the accident."

Her eyes widened. Accident? No! A voice screamed in her head. He's just baiting you. His motive is probably the same as your mother's was all those years ago. Don't listen to him!

"What are they for?" she asked again.

"If I tell you, you have to answer one of my questions."

What harm could it cause? She asked herself. More than you think, came the mental reply.

"Fine," she said irritably. "What are they for?"

"A warehouse in Reykjavik."

"What does Sloane want with a warehouse in Iceland?"

"You said one question, Agent Bristow. Now it's my turn."

She sighed. "All right. Go ahead."

"What do you remember from these last two years?"

"On my own, or from the regression therapy?"

"Both."

She sighed again. "The first time that I went through the therapy, I went into some memory about someone who was almost a double of me," she looked at his face, searching it for emotion. "I was watching it, like a movie, but I was in a hospital bed, sort of, and I was also with Sloane, at the same time, telling him that the woman in the bed had been drugged. Then I pulled out after they started talking."

"Anything else?"

"One question, Mr. Sark."

He nodded. She searched his eyes for some type of emotion. She found sadness in his clear, blue eyes.

"Sydney?" he asked as she turned to leave, all sarcasm gone.

"Yeah?"

You were right- you were doubled," he said quietly. "They doubled you."

***

"Has he told you anything else?" Sloane asked.

"No," replied Sydney

"Then we'll move in with Phase Two," he said. "You'll break Jack out and pose as his daughter. You'll get ready to supposedly split for your rides home when we will intercept you and pull Jack back in. we will then torture his daughter and get him to tell us what he really knows."

She nodded." So I will be posing as his daughter again?"

"Yes. Jack Bristow is lying. He has to be. He has the best poker face that I've ever seen. There's no other logical explanation as to why he surrendered to us so quickly."

"What about Sark?"

"We'll have him extracted in two days. That should be more than enough time for him to carry out his mission."