Michaela stared at the woman in front of her.

Sydney Anne Bristow stared back, her eyes showed no emotion, no hate, no fear.

"Now," Michaela said, slowly walking around the trembling Sydney. "Will you talk? I don't think you want anymore of this." She snapped the electrical clips threateningly.

The agent glared at Michaela. "I'm not talking, and you can't make me," Sydney said through gritted teeth.

"You don't want to do that," Michaela said, in the same sassy tone. They glared at each other. Maybe, thought Michaela, she would ask the Admiral for help. No! She thought again. That would make her look weak, and unable to be a good agent.

"Well, are you just going to stand there?" Sydney said harshly.

Michaela turned to her; she definitely did not like this woman, or her attitude. "Oh," Michaela smiled. "I think you'll survive." She closed the door as she watched Agent Bristow-Vaughn screaming in pain. Maybe this job wasn't so bad.