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Irina sat in her cell silently scolding herself.

"Get a hold of yourself!" Irina snapped. "You continue acting like this and you'll slip up, the CIA will learn all they need to learn and have no reason to keep you alive anymore." Irina remained bolted to the floor, intimidated to get up. "What's gotten over me?! I can't let my emotions get the better half of me!" Irina stood up and moved for her cot, determined to sleep.

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Sark watched as Sierra exited the CIA building. Sierra stood at the same height as Sydney, both shared similar facial and physical features, and were well built. Sierra though had an olive complexion and dark brown hair, as well as an exquisite taste of fine wine tributes of her Roman life style. Sydney had a paler complexion, lighter hair color, and though she drank wine, she did not have an appreciation for it as her sister did. Both had similar corky traits, and yet were total opposites. Sark was no doubt attracted to Sierra, he could not explain the emotion he was feeling for he had no felt this way in such a long time. In fact he couldn't even recall the last time he felt this way about anyone. So when Sloane assigned him to watch her every move, inhale her lifestyle, there was no objections. Sloane's plan was to kidnap Sierra and Sydney and to use them as bait to force Jack Bristow to join him. Sloane loved both girls as if they were his daughters. He had purposely kept Sierra's existence hidden from Jack, and yet had kept tabs on Sierra her entire life. Sark's job was to monitor the female Bristow's lifestyle and pinpoint the exact opportunity to snatch the girls. Tossing his coffee cup into the nearest trashcan, he lowered himself into his car as he began to pursue Sierra to her next destination.

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Sydney sat in the restaurant waiting for her sister to arrive. She had already ordered ice tea for herself and was nervously sipping at it when she spotted Sierra enter. Sydney eagerly waved her over, and Sierra took her seat opposite of her.

"May I interest you in a drink?" Offered the waiter.

"I'll have a 2001Rancho Zabaco Zinfandel please." Sierra ordered before addressing her sister.

"So…" Sydney began.

"So…" Sierra added. "Tell me about yourself, what you were like when you were little, what's Dad like?" Sydney was almost taken back by Sierra's bluntness. Sydney spent half the lunch describing her life, their dad and mom (before and after her "death"), and Sierra described her family and life. What it was like to be raised in Italy yet still loyal to America, and how she too was manipulated and believed to be working for the CIA. To both girls surprise they were both enjoying the time greatly.

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Weiss, Vaughn and Marshall still stood in the coffee room waiting for Weiss's response.

"I guess I like her…" Vaughn and Marshall were about to say something when Weiss quickly had a rebuttal, "but I've only known the girl for such a short time it's to early to tell." Vaughn snorted and Marshall stood smiling. "Come on guys don't we have to get back to work or something?" Weiss reminded, shifting topics. The men grumbled a response, emptied their mugs, and returned back to work.

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Jack had returned to Irina's cell to get an answer himself.

"Why couldn't you have waited a couple more months then left Sierra with me?" He demanded to Irina's sleeping body. Irina reluctantly rose from her sleep to face Jack.

"What did you say?" She asked groggily.

"You heard me, why couldn't you wait until Sierra was born and then leave her with me."

"It couldn't work that way."

"Why not."

"I had orders."

"BS you don't take orders from anybody."

"That was almost twenty years ago, I did then, how do you explain us being married." Jack tightened his jaw, he preferred to forget that portion of his life, Irina "smiled" in satisfaction and was about to turn back to her sleep when Jack blurted out.

"From who?"

"I can't say."

"Why not?"

"You still have much to learn of me Jack Bristow." Irina lowered herself to the cot. "Which, fortunately, will have to be learned another day." She then drifted off to sleep, leaving a fuming Jack practically drilling holes in her side with his glare.

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Sark watched as Sydney and Sierra engaged in conversation, both chatting excitedly about something, he picked up his cell and pressed two on speed dial.

"Yes." Sloane answered in an almost impatient tone.

"Do you have teams surrounding my location."

"Of course."

"Then have them move in to the restaurant directly in front of me, Sydney and Sierra are having lunch. Now is the perfect time." Sark informed.

"Good. Will do." With that he hung up. Sark loaded his gun and waited for the team's approach he wanted to be part of this…and he couldn't wait to see their faces.

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