Both Sarah and Jack headed out, locking up behind them. Jack took Sarah through a back alley of his house, so no one would be able to see them leave, before getting in his car and driving off. Sarah's chest felt heavy, making her feel like she couldn't breathe, as Jack drove towards the location. Jack looked over and could see Sarah having a mini anxiety attack. He gently takes his right hand, softly placing it on Sarah's left hand and gently squeezed it. Sarah looks up at Jack and Jack can see the fear in her eyes.

"It's gonna be okay I'm here listening in and I have the tracker on you, to know where you are if something goes wrong," Jack says reassuringly. "I believe you," Sarah says scared, while turning back towards the window. "Please let this go right," Sarah says to herself, as she says a silent prayer. Both Jack and Sarah sat quietly for the rest of the ride, both nervous about what was going to happen.

Jack finally reaches the destination. He parks about a block away from the location, in the cuts, so he can see if anyone is guarding the place and to see who is coming in and out. "Okay Sarah we are here," Jack says, as he parks the car, and turns off the lights. Sarah looked up to see where they were. It was a deserted area with a large abandoned warehouse on the end of the street, and nothing but street lights and the light of the moon, lighting up the streets for miles. The warehouse looked like it was engulfed in darkness. Sarah internally screamed, as she shakily tried to open the door.

"Breathe Sarah, and remember I'm right here," Jack says. "If anything goes wrong I will be there to protect you and Mike." Sarah turns around and looks at Jack. "Thank you," She says, as her eyes watered. Jack bowed his head in response. Sarah closed her eyes and took a deep breath in and out, before slowly getting out of the car trying to be as quiet as possible. "Okay Sarah you got this," she says to herself, as she pushes forward, forcing her legs to move. Sarah slowly and stealthily walks towards the abandoned warehouse, calming her breathing and her racing heart, as she gets closer and closer. It was eerily quiet outside and inside the warehouse. As Sarah finally reached the warehouse, she opened the dusty doors and ventured deeper inside.

Sarah walked through the warehouse seeing and hearing nothing, wondering if Mike is here or if this is some sort of trap. Sarah keeps walking deeper and deeper inside the warehouse, the view of the street behind her now a blur. The air was thick with dust and tension, the silence pressing down upon her like a physical weight. You can hear the sound of her footsteps echoing throughout the building. Sarah heard a muffled cry, the sound piercing the stillness, causing Sarah's heart to leap in her chest. Quickening her pace, she followed the noise, eyes darting from one shadowy corner to the next. The warehouse seemed to stretch on endlessly. A maze of corridors and empty rooms that threaten to swallow her whole. But Sarah refused to stop pushing forward, her focus solely on reaching the source of the cry.

She just knew Mike was out there, somewhere in this labyrinth of darkness, and she was determined to find him no matter the cost. With each step, Sarah's resolve hardened, her mind racing with a thousand possibilities. Who had taken Mike and why? What did they want from her, and how did they know about her hidden abilities? The questions swirled in her mind, but Sarah pushed them aside, her sole focus on navigating the maze before her. She had to find Mike, and she had to do it quickly, before the trap she had walked into closed in around her. As Sarah rounded the corner, a faint sound reached her ears - a muffled cry for help. Her heart pounding in her chest, she quickened her pace, her eyes scanning the dimly lit corridor for the source of the noise. Rounding another corner, Sarah's breath caught in her throat as she caught sight of a familiar figure, bound, gagged, and bloody, his eyes wide with a mixture of relief and fear.

"Mike," she breathed, his name barely escaping her lips, swallowing the vomit that formed in her throat threatening to escape. Sarah moved towards Mike, but before she could fully move to rescue him, a dark figure stepped out of the shadows, with a gun pointing directly at Sarah's head. Sarah froze, her mind racing as she took in the sight of the man before her. He was well dressed, his features unremarkable, but there was an air of authority and menace that sent a chill down her spine. "Welcome, Miss Jenkins," the man said with a thick Russian accent, his voice calm and measured. "We've been expecting you." Sarah's heart pounded in her chest so fiercely it felt like she was having a heart attack. As she tried to process the man's words, her gaze darted between him and the bound figure of Mike. The pieces of the puzzle were slowly falling into place, but the picture they painted was a chilling one. One that Sarah never expected at all.

"Who are you?" Sarah demanded, her voice laced with a mixture of fear and rage. "What do you want from me?" The man's lips curled into a thin smile, his eyes glinting with a predatory gleam. "Oh, I think you know who we are and what we want Miss. Jenkins," he said, his tone dripping with a sinister calm. "After all, your performance earlier today was quite impressive." Sarah stared in confusion, her thoughts a whirlwind of possibilities, as she tried to make sense of the situation. This man, whoever he was, seemed to know far more about her than she ever imagined, and the fact that he had taken Mike for leverage, one of the only people she trusted, only added weight to the impossible choices that lay before her.

"So you really don't know who we are?" The man questioned menacingly. Sarah shook her head no, as her lips didn't dare move. "Interesting," the man says creepily, while inching closer to where Sarah stood, with the gun still pointed at her temple. "Well, he sinisterly laughs, "I guess you wouldn't, considering your memories were suppressed," the man replied. "Supres...," Sarah's voice caught in her throat, " my memories were suppressed?! She questioned her voice, barely audible. "Yes, your memories were suppressed a long time ago to protect you from us," The man replied. "Why would..?" Sarah froze as she tried to make sense of what the man in front of her said, Mike stared in confusion behind him. "So you still haven't figured it out yet?" The man replied with a sinister grin. "Okay, let me spell it out for you," he said with glee. "My name is Dimitri and I'm with a secret agency within the Russian government," he states.

"Russ..Russian government?" Sarah says as her voice trembles. "Yes, the Russian government," he says mockingly. " Now, I was hired to take down all the U.S. government sleeper agents, and I was able to kill a few, but as I was closing in on the rest, they ended the program and suppressed all the sleeper agents memories and abilities until further notice to protect them," he psychotically states, as his words seeped with rage. Sarah felt sick to her stomach, as he continued his monologue. "And you are one of them Sarah," he says with a deep sinister and menacing grin. Sarah stares blankly, completely frozen in place, while Mike eyes widen in confusion, and Jack who is still listening in, jaw drops in astonishment. Sarah's mind is racing so much, it was as if the room was spinning, causing her to stumble backwards, she tries to speak, but her words won't dare escape her lips. "I see that you are in shock," he laughs. "H..h..how did you find me? Why are you doing this to me?" Sarah asked, her voice shaking so much it caused her to stutter.

"Oh," he says with a smile, "the answer to that question is easy, "all the remaining U.S government sleeper agents, when they suppressed their memories, they placed a device that would alert them if a sleeper agent unlocked their memories and abilities earlier than they intended. Which is what you happened to do Sarah," he says as he points at her laughing to himself sadistically. "Since you unlocked your abilities early it alerted the U.S government, which then in turn alerted us, since we have spies who have infiltrated the government." He says as we walk back towards Mike. "Now, why am I doing this to you, you asked?" He says as he stands on the side of Mike and places a hand on his shoulder.

"Because you were the first to unlock your abilities early," he smiled. " Now, imma need you to kill all the remaining sleeper agents for me," he says, as he walks slowly around to the backside of Mike's chair. "You want me to kill all of them?" Sarah asked disheartened, "Why?" "One, the U.S government is already after you, I just happened to get to you first, and two, it will be alot easier for you to get to them than me since you are a part of the program." Sarah looked at Mike with tears in her eyes and said, "I can't do that," her voice barely above a whisper.

"Well okay then," he says as he immediately raises the gun to the back of Mike's head. Both Mike and Sarah's eyes widen with fright. "No! Please don't kill him!" Sarah screamed. "You either do the task you were given or I'm going to blow his brains out," he said coldly, his eyes dark with no signs of life. " You have 5 seconds." "One!.. Two!" Trapped with Mike's life hanging in the balance, Sarah knew she had no choice but to comply. "Three!" Swallowing her fear, she met the man's gaze, "Four!" He says, as he stares into her soul, cocking his gun and pressing it deeper into Mike's head. "Fiv..." he tried to say, before Sarah screamed, "Alright!!! I'll do it!" While she dropped to her knees and cried.

A smile slowly creeped across his face, "Good girl," he says, as he slowly drops the gun to his side. "Now here are the files on all the remaining sleeper agents who you need to kill," he says, as he throws the stack of files onto the floor in front of her. "Once you are done and I have confirmed that all of them have been killed, I'll let your little boyfriend go," he states. Sarah slowly looks up at him from the floor, tears streaming down her face. "Alive? You will let him go alive?" She asked through tears. "Yes, you have my word," he says, pressing his hand against his chest, as he smiles grimacingly. "What about me?" "I'm a part of the sleeper agents you want dead, are you going to kill me?" Sarah asks as she slowly gets up.

"Oh!" He psychotically laughs, "I won't need to kill you, the U.S government will do that for me, as you will be branded a rogue sleeper agent, an enemy of the country. They will have no choice but to kill what they created before things get too outta hand." Sarah fell back to her knees, trying to contain her anger and internal turmoil. "So you trick me?" She said utterly disgusted. "I guess you can say that," he chuckles to himself. "You have until the end of the week," he stated coldly, as he took Mike and disappeared into the night. Sarah sat on the floor, now alone, in deafening silence, the files scattered around her, as she just broke down and cried, wailing like a baby.