Sloane enters the room and comes upon a group of twelve old guys I've never seen before. One of the guys steps forward and says that they've been admirers of his for quite some time, and they'd like to thank him for all the work he's done so far on their behalf. Sloane's like, uh, yeah, about that? Not sure I had so much choice, homes. Can we get to the point already? Some other old dude says that Sloane always had a choice, and then he hands over a recent medical report on Nadia. The old guys offer Sloane the chance to cure Nadia permanently if he performs one final assignment for them. Sloane's all, yeah, tell it to someone who gives a shit, Dirty Dozen. You keep promising to cure her and then it's all, one more job! Wait, just one more! No, wait, this is the last one! Promise! How about guaranteeing me that this time, YOU WON'T PULL THAT SHIT AGAIN?
Yet another old guy steps forward and he and his rather impressive head of hair tell Sloane that they wouldn't show him their faces if they intended to keep him subservient. "We have a job for you," says Big Hair. "You'll keep your eye on the endgame, as you always have, because the moment this assignment is over, we'll give you back your daughter." Sloane considers this for a second and then he angrily hisses, "What exactly do you want me to do?"
We don't get to find out quite yet because we have to head off to the Fake Prison of Resurrected Characters. Peyton's being escorted to a cell by a guard who informs her that the prisoner they're about to see is one of the most dangerous and violent prisoners they have, and he's concerned for her safety. I'm concerned for her safety too because Amy Acker's about the size of one of Gina Torres's well-shaped thighs and as bad-ass as Peyton wants to be, she's no match for the Amazonian strength of Anna Espinosa. Because, yes, that's who's sitting in the cell Peyton's just entered.
Peyton rather reedily starts off by explaining that she works for an independent organization that's interested in retaining Anna's services and Anna just snarls, "Get out of my cell." I'd get out if I were you, Peyton. Girlfriend looks rough. "If I'm interrupting your busy schedule of invasive interrogation," snits Peyton, "I do apologize." Heh. What she lacks in brute strength, she more than makes up for in snotty intelligence. She goes on to say that the prison Anna's being housed in doesn't exist on government record and she's being held without charge, which means she doesn't exist anymore. Peyton offers her the chance to leave the prison, no strings attached, as long as she agrees to undergo a long-term deep undercover assignment. "I told you," says Anna, unfurling her long body off the bench, "to get out of my cell. Which means, if you don't take your skinny little ass back down that hallway, you won't exist anymore either." While Peyton does look mildly afraid of Anna, she manages to maintain her composure and inform her that she's offering her the chance to get back at the person who put her in the prison. "I'm offering you the chance to destroy Sydney Bristow." Now this? This, Anna could get behind!