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Worst Enemy

Amanda gripped Nikita's arm as she pushed her through the doorway and out into the corridor. She had a gun in her right hand pointed in front of her as she scanned the area.

"What are you going to do?" Nikita asked. "They have the place surrounded. They'll-"

"Shut up," Amanda said and pushed her forward to make her walk faster.

Amanda scanned the next corridor and held her gun in front of her before stepping out. They finally made it to the room that Nikita had been to hours earlier, the room that held her two friends and the woman who had a dramatic effect on her life. Was she going to get them out? Nikita had no once of understanding. Amanda must have something up her sleeve...maybe she is going to put me in here with everyone else. She couldn't do anything but wait to find out as Amanda unlocked the doors to the dark room.

Michael walked through the large facility with a machine gun planted in front of him. It moved with him as her searched the large but empty space. What the hell does Amanda have here? It wasn't like Amanda to be plain. Everything with her was elaborate and complicated. Everything. Nikita where are you? He found his way through the maze to a door that stuck out to him. It had two large, wooden office doors. Amanda. He readied his gun and took a deep breath before kicking the door in. He didn't think that it would budge, but it did. In fact, it wasn't even locked. He looked in and saw an office with computers, desks, and a dead man lying on their floor. He was lying face up lodged between one of the desks and a couch chair. Michael bent down and touched the man's neck for a pulse. There was none. He looked around the room for any signs of Amanda or Nikita. He glanced behind him and saw the chair that had hand cuffs still linked to both the arms and legs of the chair. She has Nikita. His heart began to palpitate as he looked around the room trying to find anything that might put him in the right direction.

He noticed the TV screen mounted on the wall of the room. It showed six camera views. One showed the soldiers guarding the door outside of the building. She knows. He looked at other views and saw Amanda pushing Nikita down one of the corridors. He became anxious again, bur frustrated. That could be anywhere in the building. He walked over to the computer at the desk and changed the camera view until he found what he was looking for, Amanda dragging Nikita into a dark room. His heart began to beat faster and it almost pained him that he was not in Division. He knew the ins and outs of that dungeon and would have been able to find them immediately. Now, he had to figure out a plan.

"Birkhoff!" He called into his earpiece.

"Hey Mikey." He mumbled. "Sorry I haven't been walking you through. Avet has been breathing down my neck. He finally stepped out the car."

"I need you to help me get to the room that Amanda has Nikita in."

"I'd love to, but I don't have the floor plans of her secret jail..."
Michael sat there frustrated. What can I do? What did they do in Division? They always had floor plans before going on their missions but that's because these places actually existed. A gala, a restaurant, an abandoned warehouse, a street... Then it hit him; they still knew where all of the Shop facilities were located. This technically was a Shop facility even before Amanda came along. It was possible that this location was on the map.

"Birkhoff do you think you could gain access into your own system back at the safe house?"

"Are you really asking me that? I know I'm on a computer right now that's not even up to par, but don't doubt my skills my friend..."

"So you can. I need you to do that right now. This facility should be on the list of shop facilities."

"You want me to hack myself? It's like self inflicting-"

"Birkhoff!"

"On it," Birkhoff answered. Michael loved his friend and his funny antics, but when it came to Nikita he cut straight to the chase. He had to find her and get her out of this mess once and for all.

Amanda pushed Nikita into the room where Alex and Sam lay exhausted on the floors of their cages. She realized she was free and a good enough distance away from Amanda to dodge a bullet. She turned around with a hunger for revenge in her eyes all too evident for Amanda to see. Amanda held up her gun.

"Ah-ah not so fast." Nikita knew that Amanda's mind was set on getting out of this situation and leaving her to the wolves, but she also knew that deep down Amanda had a soft spot. She had a soft spot for all of them but didn't want to admit it.

"You going to shoot me, Amanda?"

"I've done it before. Too bad you had a vest on."

"And you knew it."

"...you're right. And I know you have one on now. So if I shoot you now, it'll be somewhere that hurts." Nikita searched Amanda's eyes and saw as much fear and doubt as determination.

"...fine. Fine." Nikita put her hands up and got down on her knees. She watched the anger in Amanda's eyes subside to obligatory triumph. Nikita wasn't putting up a fight anymore, so Amanda would have to accept her power. She'd have to take control and decide what she wanted to do with Nikita. Her eyes widened and she paused before wearily stepping towards Nikita still pointing her gun. Nikita tugged at the back of her right leg discreetly. She had a knife tucked away in her leg, always. If Amanda got close enough, she could slit Amanda right in the throat…only if necessary. Amanda stepped closer and closer until Nikita was able to look directly into the barrel of the gun. Amanda towered over her, but her victory didn't seem to feel like a victory. She stood there staring at the woman that she invested so much time into. The woman she had planned out a future for, in a jail cell for the rest of her life. After everything, she still struggled to pull the trigger.

"What are you waiting for?" Nikita asked. Amanda's eyes began to tear up. She bit her lip and then pressed them tightly together.

"No!" A loud scream could be heard from the cage. Nikita didn't turn around. She knew it was from Alex. Amanda turned to see Alex pressed against the cage gripping it to support her wear body. "Amanda."

Nikita took the chance to lunge at Amanda. She pulled the knife out, slit Amanda's arm and caused her to drop the gun with a gasp. She looked at her arm in shock and Nikita took a swing at her. She caught Amanda in the side of her face causing her to stumble backwards. Amanda began to fight back punching and kicking, but not nearly making as many solid shots as Nikita. She knew she was no match for Nikita so she began using her surroundings. She picked up a piece of moldy abandoned plywood off the ground and swung at Nikita's face. The first time she missed, but she was able to hit the side of Nikita's arm and back with it. She dropped the wood when Nikita backed away and ran across the room. The room was dim so Nikita couldn't figure out where Amanda went. It was suddenly eerily quiet. Nikita stood waiting for Amanda to reveal herself.

"Nikita! You've got to get out of here!" Alex yelled.

"I'm done running. Come on, Amanda! Let's finish this!" She waited until she heard a creaking sound come from the corner of the room.

"She's over here!" Alex yelled. Amanda reappeared standing across from Nikita clutching her wrist.

"Done hiding?" Nikita asked. Amanda only gave her sly smile. President Spencer appeared gasping as if she hadn't been able to breathe inside the cage and stood next to Amanda.

"Ms. President—I'll get you out of here." Spencer looked scared and flustered. Then, something changed.

"Attaque-la, attaque-la, Nikita," Amanda said in French. What? "Fight her?" Suddenly, the expression on Spencer's face turned evil. Her fists balled and her head lowered.

"President Spencer—" Nikita started, but before she could finish her sentence, the president was charging at her.