I headed back to my room, and plopped into bed quickly falling asleep. Unfortunately, it wasn't as peaceful as I could have hoped because once again, my dreams were filled with my mother abandoning me. Over and over I went through the same dream without a single detail changing and the feelings always leaving a lasting effect. When I woke up I was able to remember more details of the vivid dream, my mother's ragged and worn street outfit, and her soft voice.

I dragged myself the breakfast, still felling extremely tried, and found that most everyone was already there and just about finished eating.

When a fell into my seat, Alex teased, " Well well well, if it isn't sleeping beauty, charming us with her ever wonderful presence."

Groaning in response, I just munched on my toast while the others chuckled as my disheveled appearance.

I didn't really pay attention to the hacking lesson and drifted through gunmanship 101, not sparing any energy on the stuff I already knew. I wanted to fall asleep on my feet, but I was luckily able to get my hands on a cup of coffee right before we went off to the garage for a bomb disarming lesson, yippee.

I paid close attention to the basic instructions of unplugging what wire in the bomb, because with those things, better safe than sorry.

After instruction, each recruit had to go through a timed test to disarm a bomb under some sort of jeep car thing before we would be given a free training period.

My turn went without a hitch and soon enough I was back on my feet waiting for everyone else to finish. I know it sounds terrible, but I didn't really care about how any of the others did except Jaden, Thom, and Alex. I mean, I don't even really know more than the other people's names so I didn't waste the energy to pay attention to how they fared with this particular test.

I watched Thom unarm the bomb in record time and Jaden do it well enough.

When it was Alex's turn I paid more attention than I had for the others, but again more a thing of familiarity. Just before Alex slid under the car, I saw, her panicked and nervous expression though it was well hidden, just before she disappeared under the vehicle.

Surprisingly , no movements were made to remove the bomb and I became even more worried when the pattern of her rising chest began to increase as she started to hyperventilate. She turned her head to the side and I caught her fearful eyes which were glazed over as she saw something no one else could.

Quiet mumbling began to slip from her mouth, but her lips showed that the language was not English. Soon mumbling turned into desperate cries as she screamed in fear of whatever she was seeing.

Thom rushed over and pulled her out, trying to calm Alex with calming word and a gentle hold, but she refused to be confined and thrashed and screamed even more while in his arms. Behind me, I heard Michael ordering people to back off while I stayed were I was unsure of what to do but to worried to turn away.

Alex had now backed up into a corner and yelled out, "Papa! Mama!" her scream echoed around the cement garage ringing with her accented voice that had taken on the tone of a child.

I was about to take a step towards her, but Michael's arm stopped me. He then proceeded to cautiously walk over to her with the same care someone would use to approach a lion. Off the garage matt, his boots clicked on the floor, and the sound sent Alex into more of a panicked state. Quickly, Michael retreated and then stood next to me like a concerned parent.

Slightly scared and very worried for Alex, I asked Michael, " Can I try to calm her down?"

He looked down and studied my concerned look before sighing and saying, "I suppose it would help if a female approached her."

Still not entirely sure on how to handle the entire situation, I crouched down before crawling over to Alex, staying on her level.

Slowly, I eased her into my lap, smoothing her hair, and whispering quiet assurances. Still tossing her head back and forth, I just held her and eventually, her body began to relax, but before she was completely out of her daze she scooted closer to me sighing, "Nikita" so quietly I thought it was my imagination.

After resting with her eyes closed for a minute or two, she reopened them with confusion clearly shown within them.

Michael saw that everything was now calm and slowly approached the tow of us. I helped the shaken Alex to her feet and supported her before turning to face Michael.

He ordered, "Lyra, take Alex to her room quickly freshen up before both of you will report to Amanda's office."

Nodding my head, Alex and I began walking to her room. Most of the way there was made in silence as I had no clue on what to say and Alex seemingly lost in thought.

When we arrived at her room I went to sit on her bed while Alex began to go change. With my eyes turned away, I didn't realize Alex had finished changing until she had walked up to me and in a solemn quiet voice apologized. Her actions confused me as I turned to face her,

"Why are you sorry, there was nothing that you could have done to stop it. What happened is no one's fault."

"Still, I should be able to control my fears. Especially if I'm going to become an agent. I'll need to be able to handle the situation and not freak out like I did."

Sighing I said, " Like I said it's not your fault and I am pretty sure that Division knows how to handle things like this due to the history that most of the people here seem to have, I'm sure it's not uncommon to have the occasional freak out every now and then. But I do have one question, what in the world were you seeing; it's obvious it was some sort of memory but, correct me if I'm wrong, but I believe you said 'Nikita' who happens to be an enemy of Division"

"Well, I have been here a little bit longer than you, and it was when I was on my very first mission, it was a simple observation Op, but then Nikita popped in and beat the crap out of all of us so yeah she's a pretty big fear," Alex explained. "But about what I was remembering, well, it was my father's death. I had been hidden under the bed and there was a fire surrounding me burning down my entire room. Someone knocked down the door and when my father tried to protect me he was shot to the ground, the last thing he did was trying to reach out for me before he died."

As she told me about her father, she once again began to hyperventilate, so I quickly went over and hugged her calming her down and telling her soothing words.

Once we were both changed and calm we left the room, heading to meet with Amanda.