Alex couldn't believe what she was hearing. Kill Nikita? Was Amanda crazy? Oh yeah, she was.
"Never. I won't do it."
"Oh, and who's going to stop me from making you?"
Alex was silent.
"Michael?" she chuckled. "Oh, we already know about Michael. See for yourself."
Amanda showed Alex her monitor of Michael, sitting in a chair in a dark room, strapped to a chair with duct tape on his face. "Michael!" Alex whispered in terror. "Please don't hurt him, it's not his fault, please!" Alex pleaded. "Michael won't die, as long as you do exactly as I say." Amanda said sternly. Alex stayed silent. There was nothing she could do but wait for instruction. Her and Nikita would find a way out of this.
"Now," Amanda said as she handed Alex her cell phone, "you are going to call Nikita right now. You are going to tell her to meet you at your apartment tonight at 6 PM, which is in two hours. Tell her you need to talk to her about something. Then, when she arrives at your house, after a little chat, you're going to shoot her."
Amanda could see the look in Alex's eyes: the look of pure hatred. "Don't even try to get out of this. While you were unconscious we implanted a new tracker that only Division technology can remove. I will be watching from the lovely new hidden cameras inside your house to make sure you get the job done."
Suddenly, Amanda had a gun pointed to Alex's head. "Call her. Now." Before Alex could dial, her phone started ringing. "Oh, look, I guess she got to you first. Pick it up, won't you?" Alex answered the call.
"Alex?"
"Hi."
"Hey!" Nikita sounded so happy to hear her, but for the first time, Alex didn't feel relieved to hear Nikita's voice.
"Um, I was just going to call you—"
"Do you want to meet up tonight? I was out shopping and I bought you something. It's kind of cheesy, but I just wanted to give it to you. And…I think I've got a pretty solid plan for your escape. I'll bring takeout!"
"Yeah…that sounds great." Alex couldn't help but smile.
"What time?"
"Six…meet me at six."
"Sure!"
"Bye, Nikita—"
"Wait, Alex. Is something wrong? You sound kind of freaked out."
"Uh, no, I'm just…tired. I'll see you later."
"Well, okay then…bye!" she hung up.
"Good girl." Amanda said, lowering the gun from Alex's head. Some guards came over and unstrapped her. "The guards are going to take you back to your apartment now." Amanda said. As Alex looked back as she walked away, she could see Amanda staring right back at her, satisfied that she had finally gotten her.
