A few hours later, my mother and I had finished packing and making other last minute decisions. We were all ready to catch the plane and hit Greece, when Sark came into the room, practically running.

"Change of plans," he gasped.

"What?" my mother asked.

"He's moved." I felt anger rising within me, as if I thought it absurd that Sloane would have to audacity to move.

"Do we know where?" I demanded.

"Barbados," Sark replied.

"Barbados? Where at?"

"An area known as Holetown."

"Fitting," I grumbled.

"Wait… Sark, where are you getting this information?" my mothers eyes held a dangerously dubious glint. Sark obviously noticed this as well; he shifted slightly, but maintained eye contact.

"Before I left, I planted a bug, as well as paying someone to keep me informed. Both of these things have confirmed what I have just told you." My mother nodded slowly, but I could still see suspicion clouding her eyes. I hadn't seen this kind of tension between them before, though I had to admit I hadn't seen much interaction at all.

"Fine… Barbados. That's just northeast of Venezuela, correct?" Sark nodded and my mother rubbed her temples, looking concerned.

"This changes everything," she noted, her accent catching on the last word.

"We can still move tonight," Sark stated confidently.

"I know we can, but now we have to learn a whole new set of data on this. New compound, new territory, it's in a whole new hemisphere Sark!"

"I understand that, but by the same token, we don't have the time to delay for a few hours in order to learn it all. We'll have to make do with what time we can get on the plane, and carry on as scheduled." For my part, I essentially watched the interplay between them in fascination. It couldn't really be called an argument, nor even a disagreement. In fact, it almost seemed like a game at some points. Finally, my mother turned to face me.

"Barbados it is," she said. Our gear was loaded onto the jet, along with the ten men who were going with us for backup, and half an hour later, we were in the air. On the way, we all looked over the various pieces of information Sark had gathered from his source.

"Small island," I noted, seeing that it was not even three times the size of Washington DC. Sark nodded.

"Holetown is also quite small. As you can see, we don't have any exact measurements, but it shouldn't take us too long to locate him." We lapsed into another bout of silence, which lasted until Sark's pilot began speaking.

"Approaching Barbados now sir."

"Very well. The geographic coordinates are 13 10 N, 59 32 W. That will put us near Holetown, but not near enough to draw any unwanted attention. Land there." The pilot nodded in response and began preparing for landing.

"Ready?" my mother asked. I assured her I was, though a deep feeling of uncertainty continued to gnaw at me. She stood and walked past me, her hand briefly touching my shoulder. It was a comforting gesture, and something I quickly latched onto. I knew I would need it in the coming hours.

Twenty minutes later, the plane had landed, and we were going over our final plans.

"It's safe to assume our advantageous element of surprise has been lost now, as well as my knowledge of the compound- I have never been inside of this one. Prior to today, I didn't know it existed. That shouldn't be a major problem, but it certainly doesn't help." My mother picked up from there.

"We've all looked over the details we have of this compound. Our knowledge is sufficient enough to make this work, but we must exercise the utmost caution. If, as we suspect, Sloane does indeed know we're coming, he certainly won't make this easy on us."

"I wouldn't expect him to," I said. Sark had moved over to talk with the backups. My mother knelt in front of me and stared at me intently.

"Are you sure you can handle this? That you want to do this?"

"Yes, I can handle it. And it's not something I want to do; it's something I have to do, something I need to do. Without them, I can't survive, even if I have you." I had come to accept the fact that, no matter what, neither of us could ever go back to the CIA.

Not after what it had taken to get her out of there. She would surely be executed, and I would likely end up in federal prison… that is, if I didn't share her fate. I didn't know what that would mean for Vaughn and my father… I didn't know if they could forgive what I had done, even if it was for them. To be honest, I didn't know much of anything, except that we had to get them back, by any means necessary.