Amanda smirked at the brightly lit computer screen; she had always loved having secret backup plans and this one was her favourite. Sitting in front of her was her main weapon she was going to use to finally break Alexandra Udinov, which would hopefully lead to breaking Nikita. That was all Amanda wanted currently.
The nineteen year old stared back at her, her bright green eyes narrowed in confusion and her dark brown hair pulled back into a tight yet efficient ponytail. She had been helped by Amanda so many times that the girl couldn't help but be loyal to Amanda and felt like she would be forever in debt to the older woman.
Amanda had found her as she escaped the brothel she was being kept in against her own will. Amanda got her clean. Amanda showed her that her sister had changed; although the girl knew that. She never once tried to find her little sister - yet managed to get the company business back. She should have known her little sister wasn't dead when they never found her body.
They didn't know why Amanda had been quiet for the past few days. They were about to find out.
Kyra Udinov was dead. Officially. Not actually dead though. She had survived the fire that had supposedly killed her whole family but she knew the only one that had died was her father. Alex was alive and Amanda had informed her that her mother was also alive but was only so due to an affair she had been having with the man who ordered the strike on her whole family. Kyra had never felt more disgusted at her mother.
Amanda had confirmed Kyra's original suspicions – her sister was alive. Alex had been saved by one of the assassins that were ordered to kill them. Kyra shouldn't have been annoyed at that. It was what had happened to her.
Except her saviour wasn't anything like Alex's mentor and saviour Nikita. She knew Nikita had saved Alex and then given her everything. (Amanda had caught her up with it all). Her saviour got her out the house, and then left her with a brothel leader in exchange for a large lump of cash – not like it would be much use to him after that. The agent had been cancelled once Percy and Amanda had found out but by then it was too late. All signs of Kyra Udinov had vanished from the face of the earth and Amanda was furious. Kyra was going to be her ticket to Zetrov.
They had broken her. Used her and then drugged her up. Got her addicted on anything they had their hands on, from heroin to alcohol to cocaine – she had been forced to do it all.
She had been there for five years until she had been left alone for five minutes longer than usual. Although it was five years of failed escape attempts, Kyra wasn't sure how much energy she had left so she took her chance.
It was a good chance. It just so happened that the reason she had been left alone longer was a team of Division agents had came for her with Amanda waiting in the car for her.
Kyra sat up slowly, her bosses were back yet. They usually were back within seconds but she was sure it must have been minutes now. She grabbed her ragged clothes and pulled them on quickly. She didn't think it through. She just did it. It had been five long years of beatings and torture and even the chance of getting out was better than staying another day. The reward was greater than the risk. Kyra took a deep breath before sprinting, she ducked some of the guards as they tried to grab her and she managed to get outside on to the street, not even realising that half of the guards were dead on the ground.
As she stood on the street in her minimal clothing and barefooted, Kyra realised she had nowhere to go. She was an addict, she was broken and she was useless. Just as she heard shouts behind her, a black SUV pulled up in front of her and the back seat door was pushed open from the inside. A woman with long brown hair smiled warmly at her.
"Get in!" Kyra didn't question her; she got into the car and slammed the door shut behind her. The car took off; the wheels skidding into motion. Kyra stared at her saviour with hope filled yes but the woman could still see the pain in them.
"Hello Kyra. I'm Amanda. I've been searching for you." Kyra stared at her in shock. "I'm going to get you clean. I'm going to save you."
Amanda knew Kyra needed to be kept top secret from everyone minus her, Roan and Percy. Amanda didn't trust Michael to tell him. She knew his feelings on recruits and she needed Kyra to be loyal to Amanda and Percy only. Michael always stepped in but Amanda wasn't letting him this time. Nikita had been his mistake and look where that had got them.
The team was cancelled the second they got back. No one would ever find out about Kyra. Kyra was trained by herself, Percy and Roan. The three combined were better trainers than Michael or Nikita would ever be. They had the money, the clearance, the equipment and the contacts.
They taught Kyra to kill or be killed, to dodge a knife or a bullet or kicks, to punch harder, to survive.
Amanda got Kyra clean. The older woman locked the seventeen year old (at the time) in a hot steam room and they painfully weaned her off. At the time the teenager thought Amanda was trying to kill her but she knew better after the experience was over. Amanda opened her eyes to everything she had been missing before. Kyra had temptations but she was trained to ignore them. It was hard some days but rarely. She was strong. She knew the rules.
Love was a complication. Attachments made you weak.
Amanda was the one who made Birkhoff make a hearing aid for the teenager. After so many years of abuse, Amanda had discovered that Kyra's left ear was 80 perfect deaf. Kyra had explained to Amanda it happened when she was a child, way before the fire and that she used to have hearing aids. Kyra had always thought Alex's death was her fault – her elder sister had headed upstairs to get Kyra's hearing aid. But now that Kyra knew Alex was alive, she felt no remorse. You can't grieve for someone who isn't dead.
Birkhoff was told it was for an agent who had been injured in one of the previous missions. When Amanda discovered he was asking around about who it was, she demanded to one of the agents that they feigned it was them. After Birkhoff had given them the hearing aid, they 'mysteriously' were in a fatal car accident.
Kyra was kept off the books and databases. Her name wasn't even spoken out loud by the three elders. Therefore, when Nikita placed her mole in Division, there was no talk of her. No one knew about her - although it was common knowledge that Amanda, Percy and Roan had a secret: one they visited every two days. Michael had never questioned it. He never did question much. The only thing people knew about their secret was the codename – "Phoenix".
So when Amanda explained to Kyra about them finding a mole in the system and having heard a conversation using a cochlear implant, Kyra was asked to confirm if Alex from Division was truly her elder sister by a year - Alexandra Udinov.
It was. Her older sister was alive. Not only that, but her sister was working with the enemy. Kyra knew Amanda wanted the best from her so that was why Kyra stayed in the darkness until after Alex's cover was blown, after Nikita shot Alex, after Alex went rouge again to join Nikita, after Percy's death.
Now, it was her time to come out. Amanda had helped her so much, but she was free now. Percy was dead. Amanda was in hiding with Ari. Kyra didn't have to answer to Amanda anymore. But she still did. She would answer to Amanda but she also did her own missions via Amanda's approval.
Kyra knew one thing: she wanted revenge. She was going to kill every single person who had hurt her since the fire; starting with the man she had been sold to by the dead division agent.
She pressed her body flat against the roof as she lifted the sniper to her eyes. Kyra was a trained assassin now and not the weak girl she had once been. She was a killer – an exceptional one too.
She was the perfect asset to Division unlike most of the agents there. She had no family that she cared about. She had no attachments. She had no friends. She was loyal. Most of all: she never showed mercy. Her codename was known as only a ghost. Many did not believe she existed, and the ones that came face to face with her rarely lived if they were in the way. Kyra took no prisoners.
Kyra took the shot and watched as her target fell down, the news reporters around the man screaming and either running for cover or trying to see if the man was alive. He wasn't. Kyra smiled before talking into her comm.
"Target down Amanda."
The woman on the other side of the comm smiled, knowing Kyra had not failed her yet.
"Great job. Come home." Amanda ordered and Kyra complied, packing up the gun and walking across the room, the ghost of a smirk on her lips.
Alex grinned as she pinned Nikita down on the mat. Nikita rolled her eyes before shoving Alex of off her and continuing to spar. They rolled on the ground as they tried to get the upperhand and Birkhoff rolled his eyes from them at the overlooking control room.
He picked up his tablet as it received a ding before scrunching his eyebrows together. It was a notification about someone looking up Udinov, so he expected it to be someone checking for Alex. But it wasn't Alexandra Udinov or even Nikolai Udinov that they were searching for. It was Kyra Udinov. Birkhoff was confused, Alex's sister was dead and no-one ever looked her up.
He stood up and walked into the training room and stared at the two females.
"Sorry to interrupt this interesting session of whatever you are trying to achieve..." He trailed off once they both stood up and looked at him annoyed. He got the message of get to the point. He passed the tablet to Alex.
"Someone is looking up Kyra." Pain crossed Alex's face at her name but she quickly hid it and took the tablet from Birkhoff and looked at what they were trying to find out about her little sister. Alex's eyes widened and she looked up at Nikita.
"Whoever this is...they're trying to find out if Kyra's body was found..." She looked up at Birkhoff, tears shining in her eyes slightly.
"I'll find out who it is, Princess." Birkhoff said and took the tablet back, hurrying up the stairs and back into the control room. Alex turned to look at Nikita.
"I can't believe I never even thought if there was a body found or not." She spoke emotionally and Nikita pulled her into a hug.
"It's not something our mind's jump to when we think our whole family is dead Alex. It's okay." Alex nodded and pulled away before wiping her eyes.
"My mother said she was dead. There's no evidence to suggest otherwise. It's just hearing her names hurts sometimes."
Nikita smiled down at her partner. "I know."
Kyra shook hands with the smartly dressed man in the tuxedo as she was introduced to him.
"Miss Evans, this is Chancellor Bennet's son Lukas." Kyra smiled at the twenty-three year old man who in return smiled, took her hand and kissed it lightly.
"It's a pleasure to meet such a beautiful young woman." Lukas smirked at her and Kyra hushed him playfully.
He was her next target. Amanda had sent her the mission debrief using their encrypted network. Kyra laughed lightly as Lukas led her to the ballroom floor of the charity gala and they danced to the slow music.
As the night went on, Kyra and Lukas both had a few glasses of champagne and Kyra knew where he was expecting this evening to go. He leaned down to her ear and ran his teeth over it.
"Let's go upstairs." Kyra nodded, taking his hand and letting him pull her along like a naive little girl. He unlocked his hotel room and lightly pushed her in, closing the door with his foot. He kissed her roughly, pushing her up against the door.
Kyra lifted her hands to his neck as if she was getting into the kiss. In one fluid movement she had snapped his neck and left his dead body on the ground behind her.
Searching around the apartment, she found the laptop Amanda had wanted her to get. Grabbing the laptop and ramming it into its case, Kyra checked the apartment for anything she could use to change her appearance.
She noticed a set of sunglasses she smirked, knowing it was hardly ever this easy but she knew the rich kids loved their designer glasses. She picked them up in her hands and placed the laptop satchel's strap over her shoulder.
Smirking as she stepped over Lukas' body, she walked to the elevator. Taking out her compact disc, she checked herself in the small mirror and hummed in approval before sliding the sunglasses on to her face and putting the compact away.
The doors opened as Kyra slipped out on to the street, unnoticed and leaving another mission completed in her wake.