Chapter 7

(PRESENT TIME)

"This address might be a clue. Maybe we need to go there and figure it out. Marshall, run all the tests you can on this piece of paper and see if there are any more clues in the paper. Micheal, Jack, you two are going to Kiev, Russia. Start preparing to leave." Dixon ended the meeting at that.

Syd couldn't believe it, they actually could solve Rambaldi's prophecy. Syd kept her feelings at bay though. The last time she thought the CIA was close to solving this prophecy, she was handed this bit about a mysterious woman who will win this war.

Micheal and Jack stood side by side silently in Mila Estonia's house.

"Marshal said it would be in the family room. We've searched everywhere and came up with nothing." Micheal said. He and Jack had torn through furniture, floorboards , walls, and nothing.

Suddenly Jack eyes looked towards the fireplace, "Maybe we are just not looking in the right place."

Jack headed towards the fire place. When he came back, he was covered in black ash. Jack unfolded the folder carefully and peered at the documents inside.

After a while Vaughn became curious, "What is it?"

"Mila Estonia's marriage certificate…" Jack replied.

"To whom?" Vaughn asked.

"To Milo Rambaldi." Jack answered.

(6 years ago)

It wasn't until December 25 that Nadia given birth to a baby girl, 5 pounds exactly. Sloane had had Sark's hands, feet, and waist chained for when Sloane wanted to enter Sark's cell. Sloane came in with the baby after Nadia had gone to sleep.

"Would you like to hold your daughter?" before Sark could answer Sloane had handed him the little girl. She opened her eyes and stared up at Julian. Her very first smile was to Julian. All of the uneasiness went away, and he automatically fell in love with her. He immediately decided that he had to some how get out of the warehouse; and he didn't plan on leaving alone.

One day when Nadia and Sloane were out and someone came to Sark with his dinner, Sark asked, "May I have a fork, or a knife to eat my food with."

The man scuffed, "Do you actually think I would hand you something that would help you get away?"

Sark sighed, "If I haven't already broken out by now what makes you think I would now? If I can't have a fork, how about a plastic spork, you know, a spoon and fork put together."

The man thought about Sark's request, left, and came back with a spork. When the man went away, Sark broke off two end pieces. After he ate, he hid them in his underneath his belt.

The man didn't seem to notice that they were missing. Sark had thought about escaping before. He could choose to do it when just Nadia and Sloane were there, but they were both trained government agents, or he could escape when there were many guards not as well trained. He decided that since he planned to leave with his daughter he would not risk fighting Nadia and Sloane.

Come to think of it, he had never given his daughter a name had he. He thought back to the first time he held her. Something about her reminded him of his favorite cousin. She and Julian couldn't be separated when they lived in London. Then came the day when Julian had to learn to live without her. A tourist was driving drunk during one of the worst storms to hit London. He had to watch her suffer two months in the hospital, before death relived her of that pain. His cousin's name was…Nyah.

"Nyah, I'll name her Nyah."

He began working on the chains on his foot. Once he got them off, he laid them on his foot so that he looked like he was still restrained. He then worked on his hands. Taking off the one around his waist was the hardest, but he did it as quickly and as quietly as he could.

"Want to go to get something to eat?" One guard watching Sark asked his partner.

"We are suppose to be watching the prisoner." the second one replied.

"Relax, Mr. Sloane won't be back for hours, and you see those shackles all over Sark, he ain't going no where. Let's go." The first replied.

"Okay." the second consented. Sark waited to hear the guard's car leave. Then he started to work on the cell door.

He got out and picked up Nyah. On his way to the door he came across some files with his name on it. He opened the one on top to find a paper with a blue liquid on it.

He read the name, "Julian Sark." He had heard Sloane talk to Nadia about a paper found in a sphere. This must be it. It couldn't, how could this possibly be authentic? He began to search for the blue liquid. He decided he'd get it analyzed. He found it in the freezer. He took the liquid, the files, and Nyah out to a small garage where he hot wired a car and sped off as fast as he could.

Sloane and Nadia returned to find the place turned upside down and two security guards scared out of their wits. Nadia ran to the baby's crib instinctively to find it empty, her eyes swept across the room towards Sark's jail cell. He was gone too.

"What happened?" Sloane asked.

The two security guards were dumbfounded. They didn't know what to say, or do.

Sloane pulled out a gun, "Don't worry about a thing."

He noticed the way the two guards looked at the gun, "Oh this thing, you don't think I'd shoot you do you?"

As Sloane laughed, the guards began to laugh uneasily. Sloane pulled the gun up and shot one guard. As the second guard turned to run Sloane shot him in the back.

Nadia lay over the crib crying. Sloane moved towards her and comforted her, "Nadia, you knew this had to happen. You'll see her again. Sark had to know the truth and now he knows. Now that he has those papers he can fulfill his part of the prophecy. Everything is going to plan. Phase 2 is now complete."

Nadia wiped her tears off of her cheeks and headed to the freezer, "Dad, he took the liquid from the sphere."

"It's okay," Sloane replied, "he only took half of it."