"Julian what are we doing?" April asked the man that she had experienced her first real kiss with. Never had she been kissed like that before. It was just perfect. She didn't have a lot to judge it by, but she decided that it was perfect.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, you kidnapped me," April was having trouble articulating the words in her mind that described the situation, "and then you are kissing me."

"Yes."

"It's a little bizarre don't you think? I mean it's like our relationship has done a complete 180. I should be asking questions about what your intentions with me are. I have a right to," April said reassuring herself. Julian was giving her vague answers that were confusing the hell out of her. She wanted answers, straight answers.

"You do have a right to. But as of right now I do not know my own intentions with you."

"Oh, okay."

The thought had never really occurred to her that maybe this was new to him to. It's not like she expected him to make their relationship more confusing than it already is. She simply expected him to have a plan. This time he didn't.

"I am not going to do anything without your consent." He got up off the bed and walked out of the door.

God, he makes me sound like a business deal. I can't believe I am even considering having a relationship with Julian. I've never even had a real boyfriend. There was Tommy in first grade, but that doesn't count.

She is driving me insane. She wants answers that I can't give her. I don't know what I want with her. Why did the Covenant have to give this assignment? It's because I am probably the only good looking male on their payroll.

Actually it should be my payroll. I am financing this organization that I despise. They are going to kill me if they find me and if they find me, they will find April and they will kill her too, unless they want her for something. I still have no idea what it is. What could they want with her? I've gone through all the possibilities and the only one that makes any illogical sense is Rambaldi, but what does April have to do with Rambaldi?

I need to contact Irina. She is the only one that could know what the Covenant would want with April.

"Irina?" Sark asked to the opposite end of the line. He wasn't exactly looking forward to the conservation that was going to take place between the two of them. Ever since the CIA had had him in custody, his game had been down, as evidence of his current predicament.

"Sark. I was wondering when you would call me. You weren't at my apartment in Madrid," the woman answered. Her voice was smooth, giving away nothing.

"There were a few complications."

"As I expected," Irina thought aloud. She wanted Sark to her it.

He dismissed the obvious referral to his mistakes. "I'm in London with Miss Winthers, at my home."

"I will be there in two hours." She hung up the phone before Sark had a chance to respond.

This is wonderful, Sark thought sarcastically to himself. Once Irina arrived he had a feeling he would be getting some type of answer to the reason why the Covenant wanted April Winthers. He had no idea what to expect.

A knock came to April's bedroom slash cell door. April got up off the bed that she was laying on. It was the first time that she had had a chance to rest for more than an hour straight since her ordeal had started. It was ten o'clock at night and April was hoping to get some shut-eye, but to her it seemed that Sark had wanted to disturb her moment of peace once again.

She opened the door and started asking, "Sark, what do you want? It's ten o'clock and I really want to get some sleep..." before she had a chance to throw some profanities into her rant, she noticed that Sark was not at her bedroom door alone.

"Who are you?" April demanded of the woman who was standing next to Sark. She looked slightly familiar, but she didn't know why.

"April, this is Irina Derevko," Sark said, not allowing Irina to say anything.

"Oh," April responded plainly. The name did not hold any meaning to her. She had never heard it before. She inspected the woman and figured that she was probably in her early fifties. Not too old, but not too young either. Her hair was pulled out of her face to reveal defining bone structure that gave Irina's face stark characteristics. Her eyes though were the characteristic that April most attracted her to Irina's person. They appeared to have loneliness in them.

Irina noticed the attention April was giving her. Only liking attention when she was manipulating it, Irina decided to make this interaction have a point, "April I am hear to talk to you about some things," Irina said.

To April this woman was talking down to her and she didn't like that. Her mother had done it constantly and it was one of the reasons why April never really got along with her. Her mom seemed to always treat her like a child. Patricia never was able to grasp the concept that April was responsible and could take care of herself. April probably could bet that if it were not for her father, April would have never been able to go boarding school.

"And what exactly do we have to talk about? I don't know you," April said defiantly.

A smile came to Irina's face. Exactly like her mother, she thought. "Well I know you." Irina stepped inside the bedroom. Sark remained outside, observing the way the two women interacted and played off of each other.

April felt like this woman was invading her territory, not just the way she was stepping inside of the room that Sark had allowed her to occupy, but that Irina knew who April was. "How?"

"You should sit down."

Irina sounded serious and April followed her suggestion. The way Irina was talking April had a feeling this had something to do with her kidnapping. After April sat down on the bed Irina sat down next to her.

"Have you ever heard of Petra Derevko?" Irina was starting from base one.

"No, but the last name is yours correct?"

"Yes, exactly. Petra is my sister. About twenty-four years ago, the KGB recruited her. They wanted her to be a spy. Her alias was Patricia Keating."

Before Irina had a chance to finish her story, April stood up and said, "My mother's maiden name is Keating."

"Yes."

"What was her mission?" April asked, not fully interested in the answer, because she thought she already knew what is was.

"Her mission was to marry Harry Winthers."