Random Covenant Hideaway with an apparent store of vintage wine. Remind me to locate this on my Yahoo! Maps. Sark's hanging at a blank table in a blank room. The head Covenant guy from the Mexican shootout enters the room with a 1982 Chateau Petrus and a couple of glasses. "Your favorite, no?" he asks. Damn. I wanna be abducted by the Covenant. "Have we met?" asks Sark. "No," says head Covenant guy. "But you knew my brother, Antony Sanko." Sark's all, oh -- then I guess this is my last drink, right? Brother Sanko is all, oh, no, not necessarily. I know that bomb you placed was not meant for my brother. He pours two glasses of wine. "On the other hand," he says, pulling one of the glasses toward him, "it does seem that you owe me." Brother Sanko takes a large gulp of the wine, proving to Sark that it's not poisoned. "And what would that price be?" says Sark, wondering why Brother Sanko gets a taste of his favorite vintage but he himself doesn't. "Eight hundred million," responds Brother Sanko, relishing the red liquid on his lips. Sark's all, um, eight hundred million dollars? Brother Sanko's all, yeah, I'll just nod here in response. Sark's all, okay, I ain't BUILT of money, bitch. I don't have even CLOSE to that in my nest egg. "In fact, Mr. Sark," says Brother Sanko, "you do." He pushes the other wine glass in front of Sark's face, the dark stain of wine in the glass reflecting in Sark's eyes.
Oops Center. Syd's stalking through, looking for the next male she can castrate, and suddenly she stops. She sees Vaughn, shaking Dixon's hand in the distance. Dixon sees her and beckons her over. Syd's all, oh, yeah! Vaughn's back! Now we can…oh, wait…
Syd walks over, and Dix tells her that Vaughn's qualified for reinstatement. Until his field rating's updated, he'll be on analysis. "But he's back," says Dixon, in a moderated tone, "effective immediately. If there are any special considerations either of you would like me to take into account, now's the time to speak up." Yeah, says Syd, I'd like you to take into account how this low-life beeyatch dropped my ASHES over the side of a ship and still didn't believe I was ALIVE, goddammit! Or she just says, "Welcome back." And Vaughn just says, "Thank you."
Then Vaughn looks up and goes, "Hello, Jack." Jack's just walked up, and actually, he blithely ignores Vaughn's "hello," choosing instead to glare at Vaughn and then launch into something about the Covenant and how he's discovered why they're interested in Sark. I'm sorry. Can we just take a moment and appreciate how very much Jack Bristow hates Michael Vaughn? Thank you. The moment has passed. We may now move on. According to Jack, apparently, at ten that morning, Sark walked into the Thornton Bank and Trust in the Cayman Islands, accompanied by Brother Sanko.