"We have to what?" demanded Dixon.

Sydney repeated herself, "We have to steal the Mona Lisa."

Jack took over from there.

"According to Sark's intel, Leonardo da Vinci was not only a rumored member of the

Illuminati, but also a Rambaldi follower. Apparently, da Vinci encoded a message on the

back of the painting. Like the forty-seventh page of Rambaldi's journal, the message can

only be revealed using a special liquid substance. Unfortunately, Espinosa recently

acquired the liquid, though we don't know what kind of container it is stored in. Terenkov

and Espinosa plan to steal the painting as it's being transferred to be restored in less than

twenty-four hours."

Kendall nodded at Marshall.

Marshall stood up and cleared his throat.

"Hello everyone. How are we doing today? Good. Did anyone catch that Roy Rogers'

western last night? It was really good. I used my nifty TIVO to record it...in case any of you

might want–sorry Mr. Kendall and Mr. Sloane. You know, that's kind of weird there are

two of you, I really don't know which one to–oh right." Marshall pushed a button. On the

screens a map of the Louvre appeared. "Here is where you'll enter. The restoration facility

is located within the building so–"

"Weiss, can I have a word?"

He looked up from his cluttered desk.

"Sure, Sydney, let's go in there."

They entered the same vacant room Vaughn had pulled her into earlier.

"What's up?" He asked, looking boyishly adorable.

Sydney looked down at the ground for a moment.

"Has Vaughn...spoken to you?"

"About what?"

Sydney looked into this eyes.

"About Lauren."

Weiss immediately knew something wasn't quite right.

"No, Syd, he hasn't talked to me about it. What is it? Did he say something to you?"

She could feel the tears forming in her eyes.

"No, that's just it. He won't talk to me. He's put up a wall, closed himself off, and I don't

know what to do about it."

Weiss pulled her into a hug.

"Don't cry. It will all work out. Just give him some time."

"He doesn't need time. He needs closure. I thought killing Lauren might have given him

that."

Weiss sighed. "I don't know what to tell you, Sydney, but–"

"I am interrupting something?" Sark leaned against the wall nonchalantly.

"No," Sydney said angrily, "we were just leaving." Glaring at Sark, she stalked from the

room.

"What's to keep Sark from escaping the moment he gets a chance?" a concerned Jack

questioned Kendall. "An opportunity is sure to present itself quite quickly if you insist on

letting him go into the field."

"We believe Sark is a not triple-agent for the Covenant, but, instead, is working for

himself. He needs us to achieve whatever purpose he's after. As is the case with Sloane,

we'd rather be able to keep an eye on him."

"My daughter's eye, I've gathered."

Kendall looked him.

"Like it or not, Jack, Sark wants your daughter to stay alive. According to her reports, he

has had numerous chances to end her life, but plainly hasn't taken the initiative to do so."

"That may be, but what if he changes his mind?"

"Then Sydney will do what she has to. She's a big girl, Jack. Your daughter can take care of

herself."