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Nikita watched through the monocular as the guards shared a few moments before two went off duty. One mimed a layup to the laughter of the others. She shook her head and lowered herself down off the wall. When people sacrifice security to keep cops from noticing, they are going to get hit sooner or later.

She pursed her lips and tried to work out the risks. Dead... Dead was a risk, but that assumed that she would be spotted. Nikita smiled. She hasn't even been seen when she had been footloose at the airport as Rose Cho and she had been annoying in her visibility.

Who was going to connect a geriatric bitching about her slutty sixty year old sister with a spy? Apparently nobody between home and Miami. Nikita pulled out a timetable that she had assembled from memory and a couple days of watching.

Several years ago, Division had agreed to a little artworks in the drug world. It was not enough money and power… it was lots of money and power, just not in the right places for Percy to stay interested for very long. Nikita, on the other hand was very interested, though at the time, she didn't have a need for it.

Generic rusty warehouse number 23 didn't look like much, but lots of money and drugs changed hands here. She lowered herself to a crouch and moved swiftly down the ghost town row of warehouses until she squeezed between two to arrive at the almost rusted out dock where she had stowed a few supplies. Nikita checked the light scuba tank and the large bag she attached to her belt. She pulled fins on and slid into the water. Adjusting her mask, she began swimming back the way she came.

Two boats would meet at the dock. After random checks, the drugs would move back out, straight off the coast to where it would be broken down for sales to multiple middle men. The second boat would move to any of several offload spots where the local representatives of the drug cartel would count and launder the enormous quantities of cash.

Nikita didn't need it all. That would be greedy and stupid without her own laundry services. She just wanted a taste. She wanted enough to keep Alex and herself free.

The first boat powered in over her head where she clung to a metal bar beneath the waves. She needed to know which was which. Kicking gently, she eased up. She moved back under.

The boat above had thugs and guns and green plastic wrapped powder. This was of no interest to her….or was it? She grinned around her mouthpiece. Why not put her new desire to leave Division life utterly in the past into action? She mentally tugged on a white hat and pulled at a metal cable that had fallen into the water.

A second boat was coming in slow. Nikita finished with the first boat and kicked over to the other one. Finishing swiftly, she noticed movement that suggested the crews were switching boats as scheduled. A little test, a little bravado and everyone goes off with their new boat. Kicking hard, she made her way back to her waiting spot and watched the underwater portion of the show. Unsheathed blade in her hand, she was ready.

The drug boat powered up first and apparently went full throttle almost immediately. When it reached the end of the slack in the cable, men went over the front of the drug boat as acceleration was made impossible be the fact that they were suddenly towing the money boat.

Nikita kept in position as drug men kicked for the surface. She went after the one money man that went in as the boat rolled almost capsizing when it got pulled. She held him under and then floated him between the two boats when he stopped struggling.

Nikita saw people fall in again though, this time, they would not swim to the surface as bullets had taken the fight out of them. She swam for the far side of the money boat. While the last man standing threw hot lead, she scooped two of the cubic foot blocks of cash into the water. She followed the plastic covered blocks to the bottom and tucked them in her bag.

Swimming back to her starting point, she made a mental note to let the authorities know about the trades somehow. She had to be careful. She didn't want to get pinched. Odds would be good that those trading would consider the place burnt anyway. She shrugged. Maybe let the cops figure out the corpses on their own then. Nikita hauled herself out of the water and moved the money blocks to the passenger side of her "borrowed car."

She looked at the money blocks. One was made up of hundred dollar bills. At least a million dollar take then. "That'll do," she remarked with a grin.

Alexandra stood under hard spray and let the sour sweat of detox wash away. She had a long way to go, but she was upright and damned proud of herself.

She stepped out of the steamy shower and toweled off. Feeling able to stomach food again, she went to the cupboard and drew down a can of vegetable soup. Alex pulled at drawer after drawer looking for a can opener. Her blue eyes widened as she picked up a gun.

Alexandra forgot her soup and curled up in a chair staring at the weapon on the coffee table. What was this woman into anyway? She couldn't just walk out and walk away, right? Alexandra felt in her heart that she was not dealing with a female Vlad, so who the hell was she dealing with?

Amanda stared at Birkhoff until he was ready to wet his pants. "All I'm saying is that there is a lot that screams real thing," he said referring to Nikita's apparent demise.

She nodded slowly. "Write a program to watch for her… in the meantime, no disturbances. I'm reviewing candidates for special projects all afternoon."

Birkhoff nodded rapidly in his relief and backed out of the office as Amanda brought up footage of the junkie from the fire escape.

She began taking notes.