The agents, except for August, met up in the garage. They used it as a base so they could talk about the man known as John Lark.

Now, reader, you're probably assuming that the man in the bathroom was John Lark. Well, you're wrong. That was a decoy. The spies had to figure out who Lark was before it was too late.

Solomon Lane was still unconscious. The agents had locked him into a cell and handcuffed his ankles to a chair so he wouldn't be able to escape.

"What do we do?" Benji said, starting to worry about the situation.

"We're going to have to do some research on him." Luther replied.

"Luther, that's just pointless." Ethan looked at him. "Hunley told us that there isn't much information about Lark."

"Have you looked at a photograph of him?" Courtney wondered. "Have you figured out what he would look like?"

Ethan held a photo of Lark, allowing the female assassin to look at it.

The assassin grabbed a notepad and a pencil and wrote down some information.

"So... do you have any suspects?" She asked.

"Walker."

Her eyes widened as she looked at the IMF agent. "Walker?"

Ethan set the photo on the table. "You don't see a connection, do you?"

Courtney stared at the photo. "No."

He circled a person in the image with the pencil and pointed at it. "Are you sure this person doesn't look like him?"

"I-I don't understand." She looked at Ethan.

"Benji, Luther, find Walker and bring him here." Ethan ordered. "We need to interrogate him."

Benji and Luther left the base, leaving Ethan and Courtney together.

"I want you to read this." Ethan gave the female assassin a page. "It's a manifesto. I think August wrote it."

She looked at the page and began to read the manifesto.

"Are you sure Walker would write something like this?" Courtney looked at Ethan's eyes.

"He seems a little suspicious." Ethan stood up and opened the garage door, stepping outside. "I need to go somewhere. I'll be back soon."

* * * * *

"You have got to be kidding me." Sloane frowned. "I wanted Lark to break Lane out, not Ethan Hunt. I wanted Lark at the exchange, not Ethan Hunt. I wanted Lark to lead us to the plutonium and the Apostles."

August stayed silent.

"Have you forgotten about the corpse we pulled out of the men's bathroom?"

"I'm guessing he wasn't Lark." August said. "More likely one of Lark's recruits."

"Not according to our intelligence." Erica replied.

"Intelligence gathered by who?" Walker asked.

Sloane stayed quiet for a few seconds. "Hunt."

"You've held suspicions that Lark was an American agent." Walker said. "Someone who knew our every move. Someone who could come and go like a ghost."

"You're suggesting Hunt is John Lark." Sloane looked at his eyes. "You're reaching, Walker. Trying to save your ass. It won't work."

"Think about it: would a man as careful as Lark really stick his neck out like that for a face to face with the White Widow?"

Erica didn't say anything.

"He would have a decoy. If he was really smart, he would have his lady friend kill that decoy in front of two reliable witnesses. Courtney and me. The drag net is closing in on his terrorist alter ego, so he pays a man to play the part of Lark and has him killed."

"Why?" Erica asked. "Why would Hunt turn?"

"Why did Lane do it? Why did any of his Apostles? They were believers in a cause. And when that cause turned out to be a lie they turned against their masters." August said. "How many times has Hunt's government betrayed him, disavowed him, cast him aside? How long before a man like that has had enough?"

"That is a serious accusation." Erica frowned a little. "Can you prove it?"

Walker reached into his pocket and grabbed a cracked phone. "This is the phone we pulled off the dead body. I'm guessing it has all the proof you need."

He walked away, leaving Sloane with the phone.

* * * * *

Benji and Luther looked around the streets of Paris. They had to find Walker.

Luther glanced at Benji. "See him anywhere?"

"No." Benji sighed. "He's great at hiding."

"Ethan thinks Walker is Lark." Luther said.

Benji's eyes widened. "August isn't Lark!"

"Everyone knows that Walker isn't Lark." Luther replied.

Benji stood still for a few seconds. That's when he saw the person he was looking for.

"This way." He said as he started running.

"Benji, wait for me!" Luther yelled, running after him.

It wasn't long until the men were metres away from their target. They just had to figure out how to get him to the garage.

August knew that Benji and Luther were following him. He knew that Ethan thought he was John Lark. He knew that Hunt would try to persuade Courtney that he was John Lark. He just hoped that she wouldn't believe the IMF agent.

"I'm assuming you're taking me to the garage."

Walker said, glancing at the men. "Hunt sent you, didn't he?"

Benji stared at him. "How did you — "

"Know what he wanted you to do?" He stopped walking. "I'm not stupid, Benji."

Luther and Benji didn't say anything. They watched August walk inside of the garage.

As soon as she heard the garage door open, Courtney knew that August had arrived. She sprinted towards him and wrapped her arms around his neck.

August cuddled the assassin. He missed her a lot. He kissed her forehead, watching her cheeks turn red.

"I've told Sloane about our suspicions of Ethan being John Lark." He whispered to her. "Has he told you anything?"

"He thinks that you're John Lark." She walked to a table and showed him everything Ethan had shown her. "He's planning on interrogating you."

"Where is he?" He asked.

"He said he had to go somewhere." She looked at him. "Why?"

He shrugged. "Just wanted to know."

The assassins heard the garage door open. They saw a silhouette walk inside of the garage. Ethan had arrived.

Ethan was angry. He had to prove to everyone that August was John Lark. He found August with Courtney. He watched the assassins look through files about John Lark and the Apostles. He grabbed a gun from his pocket.

Courtney quickly looked at Ethan. "What are

you doing?"

"Move out of the way." Ethan yelled, aiming the gun at August. "He's John Lark."

"He isn't John Lark!" She frowned and moved closer to August.

August stared at the gun. "If I was John Lark, I would've killed you by now."

Ethan smirked and placed his finger on the trigger. "I hope you go to hell, Lark."

Ethan was about to shoot the assassin when Benji entered the room.

"Lane's awake." Dunn said.

Courtney and August followed Benji to Solomon Lane's cell.

"How long has he been awake for?" Courtney asked.

"He's been awake for a few minutes." Luther looked at her.

"Has he said anything?"

"Not at the moment."

She opened the cell. "We need to tag him in case he escapes."

August grabbed the tagging device and gave it to Luther.

Courtney brought Lane out of the cell and pushed him onto a chair.

Ethan quickly ran upstairs and sat on a chair near Solomon.

"It should take ninety seconds to tag him." Luther said, turning the tagging device on and holding it near Solomon's neck.

Solomon looked at Ethan. "'Your mission, should you choose to accept it.' I wonder, Ethan, did you ever choose not to? Did you ever stop and ask yourself who it was giving you the orders or why? While every day the master you serve moves one step closer to ending the world."

"Strange accusation coming from a terrorist." Luther mumbled.

"Terrorists are schoolboys desperate for attention, hoping to shape public opinion through fear." Lane continued. "I don't care in the least what people think or feel. In my experience, they don't do either for very long."

"Oh, and I suppose that justifies bombing factories or bringing down civilian aircraft." Benji exclaimed. "Or strapping me into an explosive vest!"

"Consider it unfinished business, my funny little friend."

"Twenty seconds." Luther interrupted.

"You should have killed me, Ethan. The end you've always feared is coming. It's coming. And the blood will be on your hands." Lane smirked. "The fallout of all your good intentions."

"He's tagged." Luther said.

Courtney took Lane back to the cell.

Lane stared at her, watching her handcuff his ankles to the feet of the chair.

"You're David Jenkins's daughter, aren't you?"

He asked, making her stand still.

"How do you know my father's name?" Courtney looked at him.

"You look like him." Solomon grabbed her hand, pulling her closer to him.

She tried to break free from his grip. "Don't touch me."

He watched her struggle to break free. "Your father was a member of the Syndicate and the Apostles."

"Was he?" She stared at his eyes.

"He was one of the best people in my team." Lane smiled slightly. "You should've joined the Apostles instead of being in the CIA."

She broke free from his grip. "I'd rather not have to run for my life or stay in hiding for years."

"You would love the thrill of being hunted down." Solomon smirked a little.

"I don't think so." She sighed. "The CIA has taught me a lot of stuff."

"The Apostles would teach you more than that, Courtney. I could've taught you how to become whatever you wanted." He said. "But no, you decided that following in the footsteps of your partner in crime would help you learn new things."

She stayed silent.

"My team would've taught you how to become a real murderer. We would've taught you everything you needed to know." He continued. "Walker's useless, Courtney. He hasn't taught you much. All he's taught you is how to quickly kill somebody. He probably doesn't understand terrorist methods."

"Don't talk about August like that." She frowned. "I will not have you disrespecting a member of the CIA!"

Courtney left the cell and slammed the door shut. She walked away from the terrorist. She knew he was probably smirking or making a rude face behind her back. She didn't care. She just didn't want to look at the man or even speak to him ever again.