Sydney turned around and scanned the crowd intensely, but no matter where she looked she couldn't find anyone looking at her or Vaughn. She also couldn't shake the feeling. Then she remembered what Sark had said to her:
"Oh and if you tell him, or anyone else, about this little meeting they will be killed before you realise what's going on."
She understood now. Sark had snipers surrounding her and Vaughn, watching their every move.
Vaughn and Sydney continued looking around the Tower of London and went home a few hours after Sydney's phone call. Vaughn suggested going out for a romantic meal later. Sydney inwardly cringed, how could she say no and not sound mean? She kissed him and whispered "Let's go have a shower" seductively. Vaughn grinned and picked her up. He led her to the shower and she turned the shower radio on full blast. They undressed and stepped into the confined space of the shower. Vaughn kissed her and she melted into it. After what seemed like an eternity of bliss she pulled away.
"Vaughn I have to tell you something." Vaughn looked her in the eye, searching for any indication of what she wanted to talk about. He hoped it wasn't something bad. "Today, the phone call I got, it wasn't Will." She paused. "It was Sark." She stared at the floor, not daring to meet Vaughn's gaze. She knew he would be angry. Vaughn had fire in his eyes, he knew he did. He resented Sark; he knew Sydney felt the remotest feelings for him. She never mentioned it to him, but he could tell. Sydney continued telling Vaughn, "Sark's making me meet him later. He told me not to tell you. And if I did he would kill you, there are snipers everywhere. You can't come with me later ok? You have to pretend not to know. Promise me you will stay here." Vaughn was confused; he had to help Sydney, but he didn't want to endanger her. Sydney knew Vaughn would attempt to follow her; she would have done the same if their positions reversed.
"Syd, you can't ask me to just step aside and watch you put your life in danger."
"And I can't let you put yours in danger either. Vaughn, I need to do this."
At 6.30pm Vaughn paced up and down the hotel suite he shared with Sydney. Syd had left 15 minutes ago. Vaughn had been trying to figure out a safe plan for Sydney and himself. After 5 more minutes he came up with a plan.
"Weiss?" Vaughn called down his phone.
"It's me, what's up, man?" replied Weiss' friendly voice.
"How soon can you get a team prepared in London? It's urgent."
"Well, ten minutes to get to where you are. Vaughn what's-"
"Just get here as soon as you can" Vaughn hung up. He got his head piece out and told Sydney that a team would be ready to extract her if she needed it.
"Sydney, my dear, you are early"
"I'm not your dear Sark. Now would you like to explain why I'm here?"
"Well love, I know you received Intel on my plan, but the fact is I purposefully sent wrong information. That agent of yours proved to be very…useful."
"You killed him, you son of a-"
"Ah ah ah, be a good girl Sydney, remember your darling Vaughn. I know he's on his way here now. You broke your end of the bargain." Sydney started to argue, but Sark carried on talking. "Now in five minutes you will enter the Tate Modern and get the painting. The curator is expecting a visitor."
"How will I identify the curator?" Sydney asked.
"That's my girl, finally asking relevant questions. The guy is around your age and will be in his office on the second floor. Now, my men will escort you to get ready."