Elizabeth and Sark walked side by side into the plush hotel lobby. "Now I trust you aren't leading me into a trap, Elizabeth?" Sark questioned as he glanced at the agent next to him.

"Oh so it is Elizabeth now, not Ms. Bowen?" she questioned in return. She knew better than to try to betray the man beside her, despite how tempting the idea seemed.

"Well, I thought it was only fitting seeing as how I am escorting you to your hotel room tonight." he smirked. Elizabeth just rolled her eyes and continued walking towards the elevator.

"You know, us being seen in public together could be harmful to both of our careers...Elizabeth" Sark continued, stressing her first name.

"No need to worry, I hacked into the surveillance as soon as I checked in. After you leave I can erase all evidence that you were ever here, so unless we are being watched right now, we are fine." She cooly replied, slightly insulted that he thought she hadn't covered all of her bases.

"Well, I must admit that I am impressed. Were you planning on betraying your boss when you came on this mission?"

"No, I just like to be prepared" she curtly replied as they stepped onto the elevator together. She pressed the button for her floor and stood against the back wall. "So how did you get into Yakevetti's back room tonight?" she couldn't help but ask.

"A good spy never reveals his secrets" Sark replied.

"Just trying to make conversation." God he infuriated her in so many ways. The elevator doors slid open and she brushed past him and began walking towards her room. Luckily she still had the artifact that she had stolen from him last week in her possession, otherwise she wouldn't have had anything to bargain with. "How did you know that the artifact was still in my possession Sark?"

"Like I said, a good spy never reveals his secrets" Sark smirked.

"Ugh! You can be so infuriating!" Elizabeth rummaged through her purse for her key. Upon locating it she slid it in and opened her door. She walked in with Sark close on her heel.

"You don't mind if I change into something more comfortable do you?" She questioned, not really caring for the response, as she stalked towards her bathroom. The dress may have suited her purposes at the club but she couldn't stand being squeezed into it any longer.

"By all means" Sark grinned at her salaciously. She rolled her eyes as she stepped into her bathroom. She quickly changed out of her skimpy dress and into a pair of khakis and a long sleeved black shirt. She just wanted to be out of that dress as soon as possible, it still reeked of the club. She walked back out into her room and turned to Sark.

"Well, I suppose you want the artifact now. I know I want a copy of that disk." She walked over to thewall whereshe had stored the artifact in a safe behind a picture. She had just puched the picture aside to openthe safewhen Sark grabbed her arm.

"What is it now.." she began only to be silenced by his hand and the serious look on his face. She cocked her head to the side and tried to listen for what he was hearing. There it was, the unmistakable scratching sound of someone outside her door trying to pick her lock. She quickly replaced the picture andreached for the gun in her purse as Sark pulled his out of his holster. Their eyes locked as they moved to each side of the door. Elizabeth and Sark trained their guns on the door and just as it was about to open, the balcony glass door shattered and commandos streamed in. Elizabeth spun around and began firing at the men entering through the balcony while Sark shot at the men coming in through the door. Elizabeth gasped as she felt a tranquilizer dart pierce her shoulder. The last thing she saw before she was overcome with darkness was Sark's figure crumple to the ground with two darts sticking out of his back.