Chapter 3- Missions

"Nikita! I don't want Zetrov back, and then whoever tried to kill us will just try again!"

"Alex, I know that's not the reason."

"What do you mean? Of course it is."

"No. I know you don't want to be the killer your father was. I will make sure that won't happen." Alex didn't deny it. That was the real reason; she just didn't like to admit it. Her father tried to raise her to be a killer. To kill anyone who got in the way of the company.

"With the power of the company, we can bring division down. I've thought this through Alex, and I will help you. You don't have to do it alone. I won't let you be like your father."

Alex looked down. For the rest of the flight, she half-heartedly watched the movies that were playing, her mind in the past with all of her trips with her father.

-In Percy's office-

Percy sat down, looking over the recruit assessments. As expected, Cassie was the top of the recruits. Percy realized that it was a risk trusting Cassie, but he knew she was ready. She just needed to be on a few ops first. She needs more experience, not more training.

But, the only thing he needed was Nikita. The only agent he would trust with that was Michael, but nobody had heard from him in two days. His tracker said he was at home, but the security feeds said otherwise. Michael couldn't be trusted anymore.

He looked through all of the files of his best agents. None of them were ready either. Robert was too young. Richard wasn't good with guns. That was the problem. Nikita was the best. He couldn't get any better, and of course, the universe just had to spit the best out as the traitor. He was planning on sending Cassie out, but she hadn't even been on one mission.

The only missions he had right now were unsuitable for a recruit. There was nothing he could do about it, he just needed to find another mission, find another person to assassin or send someone on a suicide mission.

He pulled up his computer and checked his emails.

-Russia-

The plan landed safely, proof that division hadn't located them yet. But Nikita knew that as soon as they reached Zetrov, division would be on them as quick as possible. They had to be quick and quiet with the take-down, as unlikely as that was.

Nikita rented a car, Alex wasn't sure what kind, but it was fast. (And, this time, it wasn't a Kia!)

Nikita drove them to a hospital and asked to see Dr. Jackson. The nurse brought them to a room with a man sitting, not really doing anything. He stood up when he saw Nikita. "Nikki! I hear you need a chip removed? In a neck? Who would I be operating on?"

"Yes, it's a chip in Alex's neck." She beckoned to Alex. "There's still a scar, you can easily see where they put it."

"Okay, but before we do this, I need to ask, are you sure you have all that money?"

Nikita nodded. "I've got it right here in my bag." The man nodded and turned to Alex.

"Hello Alex. I am Dr. Jackson. I am a skilled surgeon here. This is going to be a delicate procedure, so I need to ask some questions. Are you allergic to anything and do you have post-traumatic stress that may trigger a reaction?"

Alex thought for a moment. She concluded that she was no longer having mental issues with her parents' assassination and she answered. "No, I'm not allergic to anything, and no I do not have any issues that would cause a reaction."

The doctor nodded. "Okay then. First, I will need to sedate you. Also, have you had a history of drug abuse? I simply need to know to be careful with the drugs I give you."

Alex hesitated, knowing she had to answer honestly. "Yes."

"And, how likely would you be to get addicted again?"

"Not at all. It wasn't my doing, I was forced the drugs. I will never willingly take any bad drug again."

The doctor nodded. "Okay, well I will need to get everything ready. Please wait in there." The doctor motioned to a room with a bed, the typical hospital room. All three went in and Alex sat on the bed, waiting for Dr. Jackson to return.

When he did return, he stuck an IV in Alex's arm and she was quickly out.

After the surgery, the patient's neck was extremely sore, but there were no other side-effects. They paid Dr. Jackson and were quickly out of there, heading to their next destination.

Dr. Jackson then walked into his office. Why someone would need such an operation and not willing to give an ID or explanation was suspicious. While the patient had a Russian look and accent, the other two were obviously American.

So, he contacted one of his friends. He would not tell Dr. Jackson his name, but asked him to refer to him as Berkeley. So, Dr. Jackson emailed Berkeley with information on the three.

-Percy's Office-

Percy checked his emails once again, hoping to hear from any of his various contacts. He got an email from one he hadn't heard from in a while. His Russian hospital contact, Dr. Jackson, who described to him as such:

'I performed a surgery on some suspicious people today. The one I performed the surgery on was obviously Russian, but the other two seemed American. Why American's would be in Russia, I do not know, but I thought they seemed to be people of interest.'

Percy emailed back quickly.

'Was the Russian brown haired and looks oddly familiar, named Alex? Were the two Americans a tall woman named Nikita and a man named Michael who revealed nothing with his face? Email back pronto with location if so.'

And so, Percy got the location of the three runaways. He called Amanda into his office.

"Amanda, we have location." Amanda raised her eyebrows.

"Really? Where?"

"Russia, Ukraine to be exact."

"Well, why on Earth would they be going back there?"

"I don't know but we need to get agents on it ASAP. Get Cassie. Let her go along for the ride."

Amanda nodded. "I'll get them ready to go as soon as possible. How big a team?"

"Three targets, team of seven with surveillance. Put Cassie with the team."

"So, a total of twelve? Are you sure we can should use that many?"

"There's no other way to take them out. We've got our three best agents all together. We can't risk not having enough. If they get away, we'll lose them for good."

-Training area-

Cassie knocked Dan to the floor, pinning him. She was finally getting up the courage to challenge the senior recruits. As she was calling Jackie over, Amanda walked in. When Amanda walks in, everything stops. Everyone turned to see who was going. Amanda looked at Cassie, beckoning, and turned to walk out. Cassie followed, curious as to why she was chosen. When they got to Amanda's office, there were no clothes out.

"Well Cassandra. We are sending you on a mission and you will get to tag along with the hit-team. So, you won't need anything fancy. This is just a simple take out the targets mission."

"Who are the targets?" Cassie asked curiously.

Amanda hesitated and Cassie noticed, worrying her. "I'm sure you've heard of them. The targets are Alex, Nikita, and Michael."

Cassie paled. As she had heard, they were the best agents, they all escaped, and they were working together to bring down division. She choked up. "A...Alex, N-n-nikita, and Michael? How big is the team?"

"There's going to be seven hit members plus you, and four surveillance members."

"Twelve people? Isn't that a little large?"

"Cassie, remember, these are the biggest threats to division that we have ever seen. Just a week ago, it was one. Now it's three. We can't risk slipping up. We're also going to have some others just as back-ups."

Cassie nodded. "I understand the mission. Who will I be working with?"

"The hit team will be Albert, James, Sandy, Randy, Rachel, Gabe, and Jaden. Surveillance will be Charlie, Birkhoff, Percy, and me. Backup will be…pretty much anyone we can spare."

"Wait, you and Percy are coming?"

"Yes. This is the single most important op in the history of division. If anyone screws it up, we will be there and ready. We need to monitor every single agent there. If we succeed, you could be bumped up to agent status."

As much as the mission scared Cassie, she really wanted to be an agent. Little did she know that if the mission failed, she would be cancelled.