The door was locked but I managed to pick it. What a lovely picture. A vision of loveliness. An image of pure divine beauty.
"Don't shoot! Nikita, it's me. Daniel!"
"Daniel?" Her face shone with astonishment. It was unlike her. She was always calm and composed. Nikita withdrew her weapon — what resembled an AK47— and placed it on the desk. She took big steps towards me. But I could tell that she was hesitant.
We embraced. "I thought you were killed," she said, a tear meandering down her cheek.
"I'm sorry it took me so long."
"What happened?" She smelt the same. Wait, she still uses the same fragrance I bought her when we first celebrated her birthday.
"I… Amanda, she saved me. She pulled me out and put it a person who looked just like me. I was freaked out but a tranquilliser did the trick," I told her. I could tell Nikita was still shocked. I don't blame her.
"But you should have told me about Division." I continued.
"I was going to," she said, pulling away.
"You look the same. After all these years. But now, Percy's dead and you're free to do whatever you want. At least that's what Amanda told me," I exclaimed.
Nikita paced back and forth. "Amanda. She sent you here." I nodded. She picked up a black remote control-looking device and scanned me with it. After heaving a sigh of what seemed to be relief, she put it down and sat me on her bed.
"Where did she keep you for all these years?" she interrogated me like I was a criminal. I was a man she professed her love for some five years ago. How things have changed.
"Nikita, I don't know. All I know is I'm here and well, I was gone for a good reason," I said.
"What reason?"
I looked around. It was cold walls and some furniture. I said, "For you to have determination to kill Percy and take down Division. If they didn't try and kill me, you would have never done the things you did."
"What on Earth are you talking about, Daniel?" She was getting irritated.
"Amanda. She was the one who psychoed Percy into killing me. And then she went and got some fella —"
"You're telling me Amanda was trying to take down Division. That doesn't even make any sense."
Then I saw it. I saw why my love was behaving in such a sterile, indifferent way. I thought it was those years and the fact she thought she would never see me again. She might have desensitised her heart. But it finally hit me. "Wait. Is that an engagement ring? It doesn't look like the one I gave you."
The diamond on her finger radiated like its owner. It was fitting for a person like Nikita. But who was it from?
She turned away from me. "Michael," she said. "He's my mentor at Division. I… I'm sorry, Daniel."
"You were supposed to marry me, Nikita. How could you?"
She bawled, "I thought you were dead. I saw you in the water with my own eyes. What did you expect me to do?"
"So what now? I continue my life while you go marry some Michael? Some assassin?" I asked, exasperated with the scene I was looking at.
Amanda. She must have known. Why did she send me here telling me that Nikita was fighting for me?
"Nikita, duck!" Bullets came flying, aimed to take us out. Nikita rolls over, grabs her rifle and retaliated with more bullet action. "Amanda. She must have followed you knowing you will eventually find me."
The phone rings. Nikita puts Amanda on speaker. She said with sinister edge, "It's me. I planted a kill chip in Daniel, so you could see him die. After all, we didn't give you the front row ticket the other day."