Sydney is driving on the road towards the safe house for Sark. Sitting beside her is her mother Irina and Sark, in the back seat. Irina continually glances in Sydney's direction, but Sydney ignores her and keeps her eyes on the road, not saying anything to Irina. The eerie silence consumes the car until Irina breaks it. "So, where exactly are we taking Sark?"

"No place you need to be worried about," Sydney snapped at her. Irina looked at her in shock.

"Well, I think I should know."

"Well, I don't."

"Why not," Irina asked.

"Think about it Mom. You think I don't know what you're up to? The reason why you approached us and said you switched sides, again, and that you will work for us and you just so happened to be partnered with me to escort Sark to a safe house?" Irina only looked at Sydney, but Sydney didn't know if it was confusion she saw on her mothers face, or if she knew she was caught in the act. "This is the only way to get back at Sark, to find out where the CIA will hide him so you can get to him and kill him."

"I have no intention of harming Sark," Irina stated simply.

"Really? I don't believe you. Sark betrayed you and Anna and you still need the artifact that we now have."

Irina looked away and sighed, How does she know this? she thought. There is no way Sydney can know all of my plans, and if she does... Irina sighed as Sydney was pulling up to a red light just under the highway bridge. Sydney took out her gun and pointed it at Irina. Irina stared in shock at Sydney. "Get out," Sydney said.

"Sydney," Irina breathed.

Sydney only stared at her mother, "Get out now, or I will kill you," she warned.

Irina stared at Sydney in the eyes and shuddered. All that was there was murder in her daughter's eyes. Murder and hate. The very sight made her blood run cold. Sydney cocked the hammer on the gun and Irina opened the door and stepped out. The second she closed it, Sydney peeled out and drove away. Irina took out her cell phone and dialed and when a man answered said, "We have a serious problem."

San Diego

Sydney and Sark enter the safe house and Sydney checks around, to make sure the place isn't bugged. When she concludes it is safe, she walks up to Sark, who looked worried.

"Anna and Irina are really out for me, huh?" he asked

"Not just them, Sark. Other members from the Convent as well. The ones who got away." Sydney noticed the confusion on his face and continued, "When those Convent members found out that Anna and Irina had the Rabamldi machine, they resurfaced and help them built it. They know you betrayed them Sark."

"That's right," he realized. "I lead to the Convent being destroyed and..."

"And to the death of the woman you loved," Sydney finished.

"Used to love." Sark smiles at her and she smiles back, "Don't flatter yourself, Sark" Sydney took out a cell phone and handed it to Sark. "This is to contact me, and only me," she hands him another cells phone, but is a different color, " This is the one you use to call...whatever, or whoever."

"Why two different ones?"

"Because the CIA will be keeping tabs on you for awhile, so you need to lay low. The first one I gave you has no tracer on it." Sydney then hands him a key. "In one hour, a taxi will be outside, You will take that taxi to the airport and the plane you will get on is going to the Bahamas. On the plane, you will receive a text message from the non-traced cell phone on coordinates. Those coordinates will lead you to another safe house where I will meet you."

"And who knows of this safe house?

"No one. Only you and myself. It won't be safe for you here, Anna and Irina will find you eventually."

"Thank you Sydney. Truly."

Sydney walked to the door and nodded at him, "Just don't get yourself killed Sark."

"I told you that Irina was to accompany you on transporting Sark to the safe house," Sloane was saying. The second Sydney had entered APO, Sloane called her to his office. She knew he would go off and be upset on her actions because it was undermining him. The whole situation though, and her continuing to answer to Sloane, made her laugh. "The objective," Sydney started, "Was to take Sark to the safe house, and I did just that."

"And you threatened to kill Irina as well. Sydney, she was there to offer cover if you needed it..."

"Which I didn't," Sydney rolled her eyes.

"My point is Sydney," Sloane said irritated, "If you did, you wouldn't have had it because of your emotions towards Irina."

"So sue me, Sloane. I don't trust her and I know the moment we turn out backs on her she will betray us. She needed the location of Sark to get the artifact and kill him. I prevented it while you were ready to hand it to her and Anna."

"Anna is dead," Sloane blurted out. Sydney stopped and blinked. "Wh-what?"

"Anna is dead, Sydney. Langley confirmed it an hour ago."

"How...who?"

"We don't know. That's why we need Irina's help."

"We don't need her help for that. And I will not be a part of it."

"If I order you to, you will," Sloane challenged.

"No, I won't. Take me off the case, Sloane, because I want nothing to do with my mother."

Sydney stormed out of the office and towards her desk when her cell phone rang. "Bristow."

A deep voice sounded on the other end, "Is everything moving along?"

"Perfectly," she replied.

"So Irina made the call?

"Yes she did."

"Good. Sloane will take it then. He is going to send Nadia, Vaughn and Dixon to take the artifact from CIA custody, he won't tell them that of course, but they will do it. You are to take it from them without revealing yourself. Do you understand?"

"Yes."

"Good."

"How is she?"

The man on the other side of the conversion sighed, "Given her ordeal and conditioning she's been put through...very well. She'll wake up soon, so we need to be quick."

"Don't worry, it'll be done."

Sydney hanged up the phone and looked around to make sure no one was listening. She then grabbed her purse and keys and left, Jack watching from his office the whole time, frowning.

Vaughn and Dixon are sitting in the van monitoring Nadia as she is approaching the warehouse where the artifact is ready to be delivered. Dixon types in his computer and spares a glance at Vaughn, who is deep in thought.

"What is it," Dixon asked.

Vaughn sighs, going back to work. "Nothing."

Dixon doesn't buy it, "Vaughn..."

"It's just...Sydney."

"What about her?"

"Does she seem different to you?"

"Different?"

Vaughn looks at Dixon, "She's been strange lately, not herself..."

"Distant?"

Vaughn nods, "Yeah. Like the other day she wasn't wearing her ring, and maybe it's not a big deal and she just forgot, but it's just..."

"Not like her?"

"Yeah."

"Vaughn, she's been through a lot. I mean, technically she died right? That has to do something to you emotionally, you know? You just have to give her more time."

"Yeah, okay."

Nadia's voice is heard over the comms, "Guards one, two and three are out. Proceeding to target."

"Copy Evergreen", Vaughn said.

A moment later Nadia was heard again, "I found it."

"Okay," Dixon stared, "Meet us at the rendezvous point."

"Copy." Nadia put the artifact in her bag and started towards Vaughn and Dixon when she was hit from behind, knocked out. The masked figure knelt down next to Nadia and grabbed the bag, then took off running the other way.

"Evergreen, do you copy," Vaughn asked. When there was no reply he and Dixon exchanged looks and jumped out of the van.

The masked figure ran parallel to the side of the building and got into a black Mercedes. Taking off the mask, Sydney smoothed out her hair and peered into the bag. Seeing the artifact, she started the engine and pulled out.

Sydney walked into APO seeing Sloane, Jack, Vaughn, Weiss, Dixon and Nadia all gathered together in a circle, in deep conversation. She lifted her shoulders and approached them. "What's going on?"

"We didn't get the artifact," Vaughn announced.

"What? What happened?" Sydney asked, shocked.

"We think someone leaked Intel, and they cut us off," Dixon said.

"Are you guys all alright?"

"Yeah," Nadia said, "We're fine."

"Sydney," Jack said, "A word please?"

Sydney followed Jack into his office. She didn't have a good feeling about this. "What is it Dad?"

"Sloane tasked you with your mother on escorting Sark, didn't he?"

"You think she took artifact?"

"Who else?"

"Okay," Sydney said, "So what do we do."

"Well, we have something that no one else has."

Sydney looked at him and shivered. She knew that he knew something. Did he see the phone call I received? "And what's that?"

"You," he said simply. "After all, there is only one Sydney Bristow."

Sydney looked at him guilty, and nodded. There is only one Sydney Bristow...