Brighton, England was the site of a Royal Pavilion designed by King Henry IV as a seaside fantasy palace. The architecture was a surprising mix of an Indian influenced exterior with an Oriental influence interior. It had always been one of Sydney's favorite places to stop when there was call for her to travel across the channel from England to France or vice versa. She was surprised to find that a Rambaldi artifact was hidden inside the Music Room of the Royal Pavilion. True to the CIA's normal accuracy, Sydney found the artifact almost immediately after she entered the Pavilion after hours. Secured tight against the mantel of the fireplace in the Music Room was a small disc of glass similar to the one Sydney fought with Anna over in Malaga, Spain.

Sydney quickly stored the glass disc in her satchel since she had begun to hear movement outside the Music Room entrance. She swiftly hid behind one of the large armchairs in the room and prepared herself to see what she could only assume would be a mirror image of herself.

She was not disappointed. Irina had indeed sent her little sister on a mission to recover this artifact. Sydney waited until Kaylee had reached the mantelpiece before stepping out from her hiding spot.

"Looking for this?"

Kaylee was surprised to hear someone else in the room. Her mother had assured her that the guards had been paid off to keep this room clear for the whole night. She was even more shocked to realize that her companion was none other than her sister, Sydney.

"Nice wig," Sydney remarked. "Didn't I wear that one in ?"

"Well, isn't it the famous Sydney Bristow?" Kaylee managed to sound convincingly unamazed at this new development in the mission.

"I really wish everyone would stop calling me that. What's a spy to do when she can't go anywhere without being recognized?" Sydney flung herself onto the chair she had been hiding behind. "Do you know who I really am?"

"Do you know who I really am?" Kaylee asked.

"I take that as a yes. Listen. I didn't come here for the artifact really. In fact, this artifact is near to worthless to you. The disc can't be properly implemented without the Rambaldi clock device which happens to be in CIA custody. Which begs the question why did Mom send you here to get it if it wasn't useful?"

Kaylee sat herself down on the floor where she was standing. "I can only assume it was because she knew you were going to intercept me. Mom never designs a mission that doesn't have some purpose."

"Let's cut the mission crap for a little bit," Sydney said bluntly. "How long have you know I've existed?"

"Counting today? About 30 hours. I would ask you the same question, but my extensive knowledge of you tells me that if you had known about me before we already would have met."

"Been doing your research, I see. Or has Irina just been feeding you information on me? Do you really know whom you're working for?"

Kaylee chuckled to herself. Who would have thought that her main nemesis in the spy world would be her own sister? "I know exactly who I'm working for. Wouldn't it have been easy for you if I didn't know how 'evil' Mom was? If I wasn't aware that she had fooled you and our father into thinking she really cared for you in her life as Laura Bristow?"

"Yeah, that probably would have been nice," Sydney admitted. "I take it you don't feel like coming with me to have a little chat with the American government."

"I don't think I have time to go through that today. Maybe you can call Mom up and schedule an appointment with her when I'm not so busy." Kaylee paused to stand up and brace herself. "I think we've moved past the witty repertoire section of our first meeting. Can we move on to the part where I show you that your little sister is twice as good as you at this spying thing?"

Sydney laughed realizing that like all sisters they were about to have their first sibling brawl. "Even though I've told you that this disc is worthless, you still want to fight me for it?"

"Mom wants it for a reason. I don't like to disappoint her."

"Okay, if we have t--" Sydney was interrupted by a foot straight to her jaw. The abruptness of the blow knocked her backward into the wall and mixed her senses up for a little bit.

"I was never one for waiting for the banter to finish to start fighting. Call me impatient," Kaylee said with a smile.

Not quick enough to block the next punch Kaylee sent her way, Sydney did manage to pull it together in time to properly shield herself and deflect most of the blow.

Sydney picked up the metal barrier pole that was protecting one of the Pavilion's artworks and chucked it towards Kaylee. She knew that it was too heavy and slow to do any damage, but it would buy her a few precious seconds to recover.

Kaylee dodged the pole with ease but soon realized that in concentrating on the pole she had lost her focus on Sydney. Before she knew it, she took a kick in the stomach and an uppercut to the face.

"Jesus, you pack a punch, sis," Kaylee remarked rubbing her aching jaw. "Too bad it doesn't seem like you can take one." Kaylee cracked her knuckles and back and launched herself towards Sydney.

Sydney caught her in mid-air and threw her towards the same section of wall she had previously impacted. Kaylee managed to twist herself in air and allow most of the impact to be absorbed by her back. She quickly stood up and ran towards the escaping Sydney. Tackling her from behind, Kaylee rammed Sydney's face into the ground. Before she could recover, she found Kaylee sitting on top of her pinning her arms beneath her.

"Hope that didn't do too much permanent damage. I know how pretty our face is." Kaylee reached into Sydney's bag and took the glass disc. "Thanks, sis. You make this job fun!"

With a quick kiss on Sydney's forehead and a wink, she was running to the window on the other side of the room. It was all Sydney could to stand up and hobble to the window to watch her sister escape. She was coherent enough to recognize the man who was driving the car her sister had gotten into.

"What the hell is Sark doing in all of this?" Sydney muttered. Sighing to herself, she reached into her bag and drew out a large makeup compact the size of a certain glass disc. "Well, little sis, you might have beaten me in the fighting department, but you have so much to learn about what it takes to be a spy."