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"You're dead," he repeated. "They found you're body. This isn't possible."

He walked toward where I was sitting and hovered over me. His eyes adopted a dangerous gleam as his mind continued to process this new information. I took this opportunity to speak.

"Who are you?"

He ignored my question and remained in a fascinated trance. He spoke just above a whisper.

"How did you do it?" His eyes narrowed suspiciously and grew more dangerous. He grabbed my shoulders and shook me. "How did you do it?" He repeated his question with angry enthusiasm.

"How did I do what?!" I yelled as I tried to wriggle my way out of the psychotic stranger's grasp.

He let me go. His beautiful blue eyes softened slightly and they stared back at me with a fiery unexplored attraction.

"Cheat death."

"I don't know what you're talking about," I said in an obviously confused voice.

He seemed to be angered by my statement. "Yes you bloody well do!" He yelled.

Irina suddenly spoke with a great urgency in her voice. I had almost forgotten about her standing quietly in the background.

"Sark!" she barked. "I need to speak to you."

The man looked like he was about to protest but decided against it. He simply nodded and followed Irina out of the room. I ran to the door as soon as they walked through it and quietly pressed my ear to the white wood. Their speaking was muffled and hard to make out. I could only hear a few sentences for certain.

"Who is she?" the man asked.

"She claims her name is Julia Thorne."

"And she remembers nothing of Sydney Bristow?"

"No, nothing," she replied solemnly. I was perplexed by their conversation, but they stopped speaking and I had no time to contemplate the subject.. Assuming that was the conclusion of the conversation, I sprinted soundlessly to my previous position on the couch.

I lifted my head to look at the two when they walked in. They both seemed more calm then they were before the puzzling conversation.

"I am terribly sorry for my behavior earlier. I had you mistaken for someone else,"he said.

His voice was apologetic, but his look was not. The expression on his face was that of a boy whose mother made him apologize for something he wasn't sorry for. I watched him wearily before I spoke.

"It's quite alright."

He held out his hand to me as a welcoming gesture. "I am Mr. Sark."

I reached out and shook his warm, rough hand. "Julia Thorne."

Our eyes met and our hands lingered together for a second longer than they should have. His blue eyes mimicked their earlier expression of passionate, unexplored attraction. Suddenly the warm expression in the deep blue pools of his eyes changed. He looked at me with a new found coldness, as if he remembered something unpleasant.

He turned to Irina. "What's our next move?"

"We're going to need some equipment," she said with solid authority in her accented voice. "Both of you will break into the facility and take the necessary supplies. The details of the mission will be on the plane. You leave in five hours."

"I don't take orders from you," I spat. Who did she think she was talking to? I wasn't one of her minions and I wasn't about to blindly follow orders from just anyone.

"You will if you want to live," she said before she and Mr. Sark walked out the door. I was not allowed to leave the room. I simply sat on the comfy couch and sorted out the events that had passed.

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