In the lobby, Dix walks up and attempts to sound like a geek by putting on a nasally voice that vaguely resembles that of Poindexter in Revenge of the Nerds. Meanwhile, Syd's trying to beat his ass to the repair room. The guard at the desk tries checking Dix's information; Dix continues whining in that bad nerd voice. Finally, a guard leads Dixon down the hall. As soon as they're out of view, Dix goes all Sydney on the guard's ass and beats the crap out of him, shoving him into the repair room. They engage in far too little ass-kicking for my taste, and the guard bites the dust.

Dixon's looking at the hard drives on the table when Syd enters. Dix jumps about a foot in the air, realizes it's her and not another guard, and then they start working together, trying to find the drive. Unfortunately, Dixon gets it first. See? I told you her countermission wasn't fucking simple! Stupid Vaughn.

Dix runs out and yells at Syd to get a move on. Syd just stands there, her perfect make-up job flawed only by the morose expression on her face. She leaves, following Dixon to the extraction point, with no thought whatsoever of the dozen or so military dudes snoring away in the auditorium. Hello? Loose ends anyone?

Back at SD-6, like, twelve seconds later, Sloane's all proud and shit that Dix and Syd nabbed the hard drive. Dixon's all, yeah, uh, thanks and everything, but what in the hell is up with Marshall? Sloane's all, oh, well, I'm glad you asked. We haven't heard anything, my dear, but our efforts to get him back continue, "as do our prayers." Oh, Jesus. We're back to icky and smarmy Sloane. Bleah. He's so oily in this scene that he's practically Alan Thicke. Syd just looks as if she's thinking how difficult it would be to kidnap Sloane, cut his body up into little pieces, and feed them to Face Doneaway, who looks like she could use a good meal. OR TEN.

Subbasement Of Dreams And Desires. "So now SD-6 has everything it needs to access Echelon," Syd practically moans. Vaughn's all, oh, sweetie, I'm sorry. Any idea how long it'll be before it's operational? Syd's all, midnight tomorrow at the latest. And you don't get to "sweetie" me, you sleazy prick, no matter how hot you look in that shirt without a tie. How's Alice, by the way? I miss her so. Vaughn's all, okay, I thought I was clear about the whole Alice thing -- Syd's all, MOVING ON. Vaughn's all, okay, fine. If that's how you want it -- about Marshall. "One of our teams traced Cuvee's unit that abducted Marshall to a safe house outside London."