Courtney found the agents in a room talking to an elderly man. He looked familiar to her.

"Mr. Secretary." Ethan said, talking to the man.

"I prayed to God that it wasn't true." The man said, referring to Solomon Lane.

"Well, in his defense, sir, if Ethan hadn't intervened, a great many people would have been killed." Benji interrupted.

"Yes, Dunn, I'm sure that the good people of Paris and the nation of France as a whole will take that into account." The man sighed and looked at August. "Someone's been framing you as John Lark."

"Who?"

"I don't know, Sloane never told me."

"I believe I've been given a choice to protect you or the IMF, which is why I'm bringing you in." The man looked back at Ethan.

"And if I refuse? Ethan asked, referring to August and Courtney.

"What do you think they're here for? You think they're some observers?" The man frowned. "They're assassins! Erica Sloane's number-one plumbers. You go rogue, they're authorised to hunt you down and kill you."

"It's the job. No hard feelings." August said.

"Accept it, Ethan. You've lost this one. What's done is done."

"No, sir. No." Ethan said.

"I am not asking you. I am giving you a direct order. This mission is terminated. Now!"

The man left the room and contacted Sloane.

Benji looked at Courtney and August. He walked over to them with Luther and Ethan.

"I've got a plan." Luther looked at the agents.

Courtney sighed quietly. "Is it going to be stupid?"

"It shouldn't be."

The agents sat around the table.

"I'm thinking we should make a mask of Lane and allow one of us to wear it. We find replicas of his clothes so that person can pretend to be Lane. Three of us will take the other Lane to the White Widow. After all, she wants Lane." Luther whispered to the agents. "Ethan will look after a Lane while the rest of us take another Lane to the Widow."

"I think Benji should be Lane." August said quietly.

"Why me?" Benji looked at him.

"You're the only person that looks a lot like Lane." August explained. "You'll look more like Lane whenever we put the mask on him."

"We'll have to start making the mask." Courtney stood up and grabbed the face recognition machine. "I'll help Luther if you can find replicas for Lane's outfit."

The spies split up, Luther and Courtney making the mask and Benji, Ethan and August finding replicas of Lane's clothes.

* * * * *

After a few hours of preparation, everything was ready. Courtney, August and Luther had one Lane while Ethan had the other.

"Male sure that he behaves, Hunt." Courtney said to Ethan before the three agents left with a Lane.

Luther made sure to leave Ethan with a computer connected to a security camera in Lane's cell.

Ethan watched the agents leave. He stared at the security camera footage on his computer. After a while, he opened a wallet of weapons from the CIA. He found a sharp, but small, knife and a gun, placing them in his pocket. He walked to Lane's cell, unlocking the door.

"I'm taking you out of here." Hunt said to him.

"Where's everyone else?" Lane asked.

"They claim that they're going to find the Widow." Ethan sighed, taking the handcuffs of of him. "They've taken a copy of you with them. I should be the one taking you, not them!"

"Calm down. Get the Apostles. Warn them."

"Solomon, they have no way of contacting you or me until we get out of this place." Ethan started to walk away.

"I'm staying here. I haven't finished with the others yet, specifically Jenkins."

Ethan turned around and walked back towards Solomon. "Why do you have to make this so fucking complicated?"

Solomon was confused. "I don't understand what you mean?"

"The deal was simple. I help you frame Walker, you give me the plutonium. You're wasting time!"

"There cannot be peace without first a great suffering." Solomon said. "The greater the suffering, the greater the peace."

"When I wrote those words, I wasn't referring to your peace or suffering. The old world order needs dismantling, and we have the tools to dismantle it." Hunt frowned. "All you seem to care about is that Walker lives to take the blame. That's not anarchy. That's revenge."

"Yes, it is. And when I have what I want, the Apostles will give you the plutonium." Solomon smirked a little.

"I'm the only friend you've got. You're only alive today because I didn't have the guts to kill you. Sloane was right in what she said. The IMF is Halloween. Nothing but grown men wearing..."

Ethan stopped talking for a second, realising that the Solomon he was talking to might not be the real Solomon.

"What?" Lane asked, a little confused.

Ethan took hold of Lane's face, ripping the masking and revealing Benji.

Benji stares at Ethan, becoming nervous.

Ethan grabbed the gun from his pocket and tried to shoot Benji.

The man, Hunley, aimed a gun at Ethan. "Aww, you were doing so well up until then."

Ethan aimed the gun at Hunley, frowning at him. He pulled the trigger multiple times, realising that the gun didn't have any bullets in it.

"I think this one's loaded." Hunley smirked at him.

Benji stood up and took the gun off of Ethan. He helped Hunley lead him out of the cell.

August, Courtney and Luther watched them. They made sure the real Lane was close to them.

Once Ethan was in front of the other agents, Benji looked at August. "How did I do?"

"I had no doubts." August smiled a little.

"I'm beginning to see why you guys enjoy this." Hunley looked at the rest of the spies.

"Welcome to the team, sir." Luther looked at Hunley.

"You're making a mistake." Ethan said.

"That wouldn't explain why you would want to frame August." Courtney stared at Ethan.

"He's lying to your face, Courtney." Ethan smirked a little. "He's trying to make himself seem innocent when he's not. He's Lark, not me."

"Remember when you wanted to interrogate him? He was with Sloane when you were talking to me about your suspicions of him being John Lark." Courtney said. "He's told her about his suspicions of you being Lark. She's found out about you being Lark so she's sending some CIA guards to retrieve you."

"You're paranoid, delusional. Just like him." Ethan looked at Courtney, then back at August. "It's in the piece of evidence."

"How do you know this?" Hunley asked. "Who gave in the piece of evidence?"

"I have no idea." Ethan sighed.

"I do." A voice said.

Hunley held up his phone. "Did you get all of that, Erica?"

"I did."

Hunley showed Ethan the screen of his phone.

"I don't like being used, Mr Hunt."

"Someone's been a bad boy." Luther looked at Ethan.

"Where would you like him delivered?" Hunley asked Erica.

"I want everyone delivered with Hunt. I don't trust anyone in that room."

"What about the plutonium?!"

"We'll figure it out in the CIA headquarters."

Erica hung up.

When Erica hung up, a group of men ran into the room.

"Weapons down!" One yelled.

"Hands up!" Another yelled.

They repeated these words over and over again.

"What do we do now?" Hunley frowned.

"Let's just do what they want, Sir." August looked at him. "After all, we have the enemies in this room."

"Do you?" Ethan glanced at August, then stared at the men. "Go!"

The men started firing their guns at the agents.

Courtney grabbed a gun and shot a few of the men, wounding them. Benji, August, Luther and Hunley helped her by shooting more men. They split up and ran to different areas of the base.

Ethan saw Courtney nearby and aimed his gun at her. He was about to shoot her when Hunley slapped his gun out of his hands. The men threw punches at each other. That's when Ethan realised he had another weapon; the knife. He pulled Hunley close to him and stabbed him in the stomach.

Luther saw this and quickly tagged Ethan. Ethan pushed him out of the way and ran away.

Benji noticed Hunley and ran towards him.

"Man down!" He yelled. "Man down!"

Courtney shot the other men and threw the gun on the floor. She watched the men gather around Hunley and decided to do what they did.

"Mr Secretary." Luther stared at him.

"Find him." Hunley kept his gaze on the floor. "Save the world."

His eyes closed. He was dead.

"What do we do?" Benji asked, looking at the spies surrounding him.

"I'll go after Hunt." Courtney said.

"And what if he hurts you?" August looked at her. "We won't be there to save you."

"We could tag her." Luther suggested. "Then we'd know where she is. I tagged Hunt before he left."

"Will this hurt?" Courtney asked as she sat on a chair.

"It might tingle." Luther said, holding the tagging machine on her neck.

It took roughly 20 seconds to tag the female spy. Once she was tagged, she quickly tied her hair up and placed a earpiece in her ear. Benji did the same.

"I'll tell you where to go when you leave the building." Benji explained to her. "Let me know if you have a problem."

"Good luck!" The men yelled as she left the building.