The dim light of the office casted shadows across the faces of Sarah, Jack, and the director, who is an imposing figure with a sharp jawline and steely eyes that had seen more than his fair share of deceit. They sat around a polished oak table, scattered with the documents of Jack's research, classified documents, and photos that chronicled the lives of the remaining sleeper agents, hidden within the folds of American society. "Time is not on our side," the director said, his voice cutting through the tension in the air. "If we're going to carry this out, we need a plan that's airtight." Sarah glanced at Jack, their shared determination solidifying a pack forged in desperation.

"We need to make the deaths of the agents— myself included— believable," she replied, her tone steady. Her memories of her life and some suppressed memories flashed painfully in her mind; her facade, her identity, it all felt like it was melting away. "What about the public records? Those can't be faked." Jack leaned forward, his fingers steepling in thought. "We'll need to create a narrative. A string of incidents- accidents, disappearances— leading up to the confirmed deaths. If it looks like a wave of tragedies, people will attribute it to coincidence rather than raising suspicion," Jack said, breaking down the plan, the director nodded in agreement. We can manipulate new cycles, plant disinformation. We control the narrative. For every agent and their families, we craft the story that fits. But we must be careful; the fallout will be catastrophic if the Russian operatives catch wind of our plans," the director added.

"What about Amanda?" Jack asked, his brow furrowing. "You will follow her, find out what she knows. If there's even a shred of evidence linking her to the Russians, we have to act fast," the director said. Sarah felt a cold prickle of fear at the mention of Amanda being a Russian spy. "Do you really believe she is a spy? How do we know she isn't on to us already?" Jake met her gaze, his expression unwavering. "That's why I need to be careful. I'll shadow her, figure out what she's up to. If we can get proof, we can expose her to the director and dig deeper into her life." The director chimed in again, his fingers steepling like Jack's. " Very well, if Amanda is indeed a Russian spy, we need to play our cards right. Most importantly we need to find out if she has any leads on Mike."

Sarah's stomach tightened at the mention of her ex-boyfriend who had been kidnapped by the Russian government just a week ago. The thought of Mike being held captive and tortured, seared her insides like a brand. "If there's a chance Amanda can lead us to him, we can't hesitate. I'm not willing to leave him in their hands," Sarah said seething with anger. "Then it's settled," the director said, authority lacing his voice. "We commence our operation tonight. Sarah, you'll need to be at the forefront of this deception. If your death needs to be reported, then it must happen in a location that makes sense, we can possibly plant an anonymous tip about a car accident."

"An accident could work," Sarah says gnawing at her lip. "But we need to think of background stories for me and Jack. We need something believable, so no one suspects a thing or questions it, but we also are gonna need to change my appearance drastically." "Leave it to me," Jack interjected. "I can arrange for a facial specialist to modify your features just enough to throw them off. You'll wear a wig, even change your mannerisms if need be. We'll create a new story for you."

Realizing the truth of Jack's intentions, Sarah felt a surge of gratitude amidst the cold dread of their situation. He was willing to go to any lengths to protect her. "Will that keep us safe from Amanda and the Russians? If she gets suspicious that I'm not...well, me...she'll unravel something is wrong quickly." "Misdirection is key," the director said. "I'll have Lieutenant Johnson take you and Sarah to one our safe houses that only I know about and tell Amanda that we are moving forward with killing Sarah and the other agents.We will disable the tracking devices and the alert we placed in all agents, which notifies us if any of the agents have awoken before they are suppose to." Jack's fingers twitched in anticipation, his mind racing with the possibilities.

"Once we have Amanda on the hook, we can reel her in without her suspecting a thing. It's about controlling the flow of information until we can strike. Everything hangs on our success," Jack states. Sarah nodded, her heart pounding. "But we need to move quickly. For Mike's sake. Time is running out, while we're planning, he could be suffering," Sarah said, refusing to let the tears that welded up in the corner of her eyes fall. The director stood up, crossing his arms. "Then let us prepare. Jack, you'll follow Amanda tonight after her work hours. Sarah, we will fake your death almost immediately after you leave. We will meet again in 24 hours to assess our progress."

As they began to disperse, Jack locked eyes with Sarah. He reached out, taking her hand, "we'll find a way to save him, I promise." With a steely resolve in her heart, Sarah squeezed his hand tight. They were already deep within a tangled web of lies, but with a friend like Jack beside her and the expertise of the director backing their every move, she believed they could forge a path through the chaos and rescue Mike from the clutches of the enemy.

As they separated, Sarah knew that the stakes had never been higher. The game they were playing was dangerous, and any misstep could cost them everything. But with every moment that ticked away, Sarah's resolve deepened; they would turn the tide against the Russians, and they would expose the covert betrayal from within before it's too late. The director called for lieutenant Johnson to come and take Sarah and Jack to the safe house. "Don't tell anyone about this," the director said, handing him the coordinates. "Will do, sir," Lieutenant Johnson replied.

All of them exited the director's office, walking past Amanda's and then heading to their destination. Back in Amanda's office, Amanda was thinking of a way to dispose of Sarah without getting caught and blowing her cover. As she looked up from her desk she could see Lieutenant Johnson escorting them out. "I wonder where he is taking them?" Amanda thought to herself. "Let me just go ask and find out," as she gets ready to leave, the director enters her office. "Oh Director Birmingham," she says startled, " I was just about to go and see you," she said with a half smile. "Well no need since I'm already here." "What did you need to see me about?" He asked authoritatively.

"Oh.. Well...," Amanda said, still stammering over her words. "Cut to the chase Amanda," Director Birmingham said, snapping his fingers and sitting down on the couch in her office. "I was just coming to see you about the Sarah Jenkins situation." "Are we still neutralizing her?" She asked probingly. Director Birmingham caught on to her body language, quickly assessing her every word and movement. "I informed her and sergeant Taylor that the decision is final and we will be moving forward with her disposal, as well as moving forward with the disposal of the remaining sleeper agents," The director said firmly, waiting and watching her reaction.

Amanda slightly smirks trying to contain her excitement, as the U.S government has fallen right into their trap and their plans are falling right into place. "Well that's unfortunate," she said, barely containing her glee. "I tried to explain to both of them that nothing could be done and any conversation would be futile," Amanda said, as she turned around and walked towards her desk, a satanic smile crept across her face, director Birmingham catching a glimpse of it in the mirror.

"I will have her file for you to shred by the end of day tomorrow," the director said while taking his leave. "Very well Director." Amanda replied. Once the director was out of Amanda's line of sight and ear shot, "Amanda is definitely hiding something, I just hope we could find out before it's too late," he said to himself as he proceeded back to his office. Amanda immediately called her point of contact.

"Segodnya vecherom yeye sobirayutsya ubit', a takzhe prodolzhit' rabotu po ubiystvu ostavshikhsya spyashchikh agentov," Amanda says in russian (Translation: they are going to kill her tonight as well as proceed to move forward with killing the remaining sleeper agents.) "Khorosho vse idet po planu," he said venomously. (Translation: Good, everything is going according to plan.) "chto naschet togo cheloveka, kotorogo ty pokhitil? Chto ty sobirayesh'sya s nim delat'? Amanda asked. (Translation: what about the man you kidnapped? What are you going to do with him?) "YA posmotryu, smogu li ya poluchit' ot nego bol'she informatsii, a yesli net, to izbavlyus' ot nego zavtra," he said menacingly as he smiled evilly. (Translation: I'm going to see if we can get any more information out of him and if not I'll dispose of him tomorrow.) "khorosho, ya pridu zavtra s dokazatel'stvom yeye smerti kak tol'ko podtverzhu eto," she says before hanging up. (Translation: okay I'll come by tomorrow with proof of her death as soon as I confirm it.)