In her mind, April's thoughts were running a mile a minute. She didn't know what was going to happen to her. After she had meekly given into Sark, she had been forced into his black Mercedes convertible and handcuffed.

She did not fight back because she was afraid of the consequences. On the way out of the train station, Julian had his gun pointed directly at her spine. In his eyes she knew that he would not tolerate another one of her escape attempts and April knew that she would not succeed at her attempt.

Sark had decided that it would not be wise to take her back to the flat, but to take her to a nightclub that was under his control during his duration as The Man's Director of Operations. April had no idea where they were going. She figured that he would probably not take her back to the apartment, but somewhere else. She had a feeling it would be someplace that he had entire control over. Just in the little over 18 hours she had spent with him, she knew that he had to be in control.

Exactly like the way he was acting right now. Calm, collected, controlled. He seemingly acted like her escape effort was not affecting him.

It was though. Inside Sark was burning. He could not believe that she had gotten so close to almost being out of his grasp. He had never had someone try to get out of his custody. Somehow though he considered that April was acting the same way Agent Sydney Bristow would. April Winthers reminded him of Sydney for some reason. Maybe it was the way that April acted around him.

On the surface she appeared not to fear him. It was like she was applying makeup to cover up something. That something was fear. Sark had a hunch. His hunch came from years of analyzing people under Irina. His hunch was that April was afraid of him. No matter how much she didn't want to admit she was. The eyes gave it away. It was the same eyes that fought against him all of those encounters he had had with Sydney Bristow over the years.

Sydney was not exactly afraid of him, but more or less of what he could do to her. She knew that if she slipped once, that Sark would get her and win. And that was something that Sydney Bristow, the Sydney Bristow, could not let happen.

That was the one difference between Sydney and April: April willingly let him win. After he had caught up with April behind the cement post, April just gave up. Sark knew that Bristow would never do that.

Agent Bristow would never submit to Mr. Sark. No matter how much he wanted her to. It would never happen.

April was different in that way. Partly he knew that she did not have the same CIA/SD-6 training that Sydney had had, but he felt that it was something different. Maybe she wanted him to re-kidnap her. What was she trying to get away from? All the signs were there, but Sark could not figure it out. What was April Winthers hiding?

These questions came to him as he was speeding on a highway trying to cut across Madrid. He was trying to divert April's sense of direction so she would not find the way back to the train station. With each step in his thought process, Sark pressed his foot on the accelerator harder and harder. He went from 70 kilometer per hour to up to 90 in a little over a minute.

His eyes directed towards his speedometer and he gently let off of the gas pedal. He glanced over to April. She looked like she was having an emotional breakdown. Tears were streaming down her face, from under her hands, which were ineffectively covering her eyes.

Before thinking about his image he wanted to project he asked April, "Are you okay?"

She didn't hear him. The cars zooming all around them were taking up all of her hearing.

He asked again, "Are you okay?" This time he put his free hand on her thigh that was protruding off the seat.

She immediately took her hand away from her face and glared at him. Surprisingly she didn't move away from his touch. She just gave him a look of disgust that went right through him.

"Are you okay?" Sark repeated for the third time.

"Am I okay? Honestly how can you be asking me that? I mean you are the man that kidnapped me and took me away from everything I know. You probably think that because I willingly gave myself to you at the train station that I want to be with you. Well your suspicions are wrong. I don't want to be here. Maybe my life is screwed up, but that doesn't mean that I don't want to face it," April expressed her feelings straight out to Sark.

He had no idea how to react. She was forceful and saw right through his thoughts. Only one person had done that before, Irina. And he knew that Irina would not be happy right now with his current situation and he didn't know how he was going to handle it when he had to meet her.

"Do you honestly have nothing to say?" April glared at him with her big brown eyes. "At all?" she encouraged negatively.

"What can I say?"

"Nothing. You're right. Nothing," she responded indignantly. Tears were still dripping from out of her eye

Right after the last syllable rolled out of her mouth a gunshot went off. It went straight through the car's left rear wheel.

Sark had been so consumed with his thoughts that his spy instinct did not notice that a black van had been following them since they had got on the freeway. He silently cursed himself as looked out his left mirror.

"Dammit! It seems the Covenant has caught up with us." He reached into the glove box and pulled out of slick black .9 millimeter revolver

"What are you going to do with that?" April asked, not putting the two obvious things together.

"This," Sark replied simply.

On the fast lane of the highway, Sark turned the Mercedes and made a complete 180 in the middle of the lane and put the car in reverse, driving backwards.

"Get down!" he yelled to April, who immediately complied. Another shot was fired by the Covenant operatives and hit the front bumper of the convertible and gave the car a large jolt. Sark then fired his gun and aimed directly for the driver's head. It was a perfect shot and the driver of the black van was instantly killed. The van spun out and the other alive operative jumped out of the van once it stopped and began firing at Sark's car, which was already making another 180 and turning off at the next exit.

"Can I come up now?" April asked hesitantly as she peeked up at Sark.

"Yes."

"Are they gone?"

"Yes. Although we need to get out of Spain."