Nikita sighed.

Life was just so hard for her. She would stop a mission, fight Micheal, then train Alex some more.

No matter how hard she tried, every night would end up the same.

Nikita would end the night at her loft, sipping some hot tea. She would watch the news looking for anything suspicious, then eventually go to bed.

Even though some people might call what she does scary, she couldn't help but think of it as boring. It was always the same, and she couldn't help but feel so suffocated.

The streets around the safe house were dull, too.

Not once had she seen anything other than some homeless people or a small hotdog stand. And she didn't even eat meat!

But, today she was going to try and break out of her rut.

Alex's newest mission was at a dance club. It had a swanky name that sounded something like Scissor, but was spelled differently.

And then, target was another rich kid who bought whores, like always. But what was Percy getting out of this?

For some reason, she wondered if Micheal was being sent on this op, too.

Alex had yet to give her information on that ordeal.

Nikita quickly grabbed a tan jacket from her rack of clothes, and sat down on her cold computer chair.

She opened the shell code chat her and her partner shared, and typed a message to Alex.

"Almost ready for the mission?"

Swiftly, she turned up the volume on her computer.

Alex's feminine, but robotic, voice rang out through Nikita's echoing home. "Soon. Debriefing for more info after Birkoff's class."

Nikita's reply was short and simple. "Good. Stay safe."

Silently signing off, Nikita jumped up and headed through the dusty corridor.

The not-so-busy streets, were actually quite busy.

Nikita guessed it was because she had never left her house so close to dinner time.

Sticking out her tiny, bony hand, she waved it around and yelled quite loud for a taxi.

Many were buzzing by, but none of them even noticed her there, teetering on the edge of the sidewalk.

Slowly, she took a couple of steps onto the street. Then, she started waving both of her arms for good measure.

A bright yellow car suddenly swooped in front of her, and she jumped in the front passenger seat.

Back at Division, Alex was led by Amanda to Percy's briefing room.

Through two large doors, she found herself looking at a theatre sized viewing screen, and a large, round wooden table.

The group that had congested around it had Micheal, Percy, a recruit she didn't know, and Jaden. He lip curled up with out her noticing.

Percy suddenly locked eye contact with Micheal, who looked quite bored, then stood up. His large, fat hands clapped once with a large boom.

"Okay! Now that we're all here, I'm going to start." He paused, meeting every bodies stare. "Alex, you already know that we're staging this at the Skiscorr club, and that the target is Josh Nuyim. But, why are we targeting him, you ask?"

Alex was quite uncomfortable, so, she just quickly nodded her head.

"Oh, sit down, why don't you!" She didn't object, and sat in a seat away front Jaden and across from Micheal. "Anyways, he is set to be 'canceled', because he is a powerful drug dealer, and has been killing all the people who couldn't pay for the drugs. And, one of the fallen people is one our presidents right-hand men."

Jaden's face was stuck in a mask of shock, but the recruit next to her looked like she was going to cry.

"And, Alex, your just helping with this mission. The job is to be finished by Julia over here. Isn't that right?"

'Julia', who had been hiding herself in a seat, quietly let a few tears slide down her rosey cheeks. Since when had she said she wanted to kill anybody?

Nikita stepped out of the cab and onto the cracked sidewalk. The sun was slowly setting over the park, and she knew that Alex was going to text her the mission details in maybe ten seconds.

People rushed past her, some with babies in strollers, and others all alone. She felt like she wasn't like any body else. Like a mole; smack on the middle of the face, so different than the rest.

Her hand in her pocket vibrated. Reaching in, she recognized her cell phone.

Swinging it out, she read the message.

"Josh Nuyim. Drug Dealer/Serial Killer. I'm just helping someone graduate."