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"And then that word grew louder and louder,
Until it was a battle cry.
I'll come back,
When you call me,
No need to say goodbye…"

The ride back to the city was oddly calming for Imogen. She was still in shock that she had gone through with the mission, but the anger had been bubbling up in her veins. She wasn't a real killer; she wasn't like Division agents… She only went after the people who had wronged her. She felt remorse for those agents that she had just killed, but she was always reminded of the pain that they had inflicted on her and her parents. And even though Imogen knew that two wrongs did not make a right, and her parents wouldn't be brought back by this… it sure as hell made her feel a little bit better.

As she drove Imogen tried to call Michael and Nikita; but there was no answer. She kept trying every few minutes, just in case, but after a little while she started to get a bad feeling that something had gone wrong. She started to get incredibly worried, and had to stop herself from pulling over and trying to get into contact with Birkhoff.

"Their safety is important," she reminded herself.

Imogen was right in that; she was safe for the time being, but obviously Nikita and Michael weren't. And if they were in danger, Birkhoff was probably in it with them or just trying to lay low.

"Concentrate," she told herself. "Just concentrate on getting back to the city."

Imogen thought about what she had to do once she got back to the city, and decided that it was really simple. She would have to pack up her apartment, check Nikita's loft… and then go from there. Obviously things weren't safe anymore, so Imogen knew that she had to abandon her place. The only question was if there were any clues in Nikita's loft. If there were, then she could go from there… if not, well, Imogen thought that a trip to Division was long overdue.

Birkhoff walked into the prison-like room where one of Michael's arms was chained so he could barely move. Michael maneuvered himself and turned around when he heard the footsteps.

"Didn't expect you," he said.

"Ditto," Birkhoff replied, not sounding happy at all.

"What does Percy want you to tell me now?" Michael asked, watching Birkhoff walk to the other side of the room.

"I just came to say good bye," Birkhoff said shortly.

"Good bye," Michael replied after a second of complete silence.

Birkhoff began to walk back across the room and towards the door, not intending to say anything else to Michael. However, the intense emotion that he was feeling at this betrayal combined with the thoughts of Imogen, he just couldn't hold it in. So when he snapped at Michael…. A part of him wished that he could ask Imogen a few of the same questions. IT was a little part, but still there.

"Was it worth it?" Birkhoff asked, whipping around to face Michael.

"What do you care?" Michael said back at him.

"I just find it semi disturbing, that the one person I was supposed to be able to trust in here was lying to my face!" he half yelled.

"Trust?" Michael said.

"Yeah, trust!" Birkhoff snapped. "You know, we're supposed to be friends!"

"Yea, I know you set me up, Birkhoff," Michael countered. "Percy told you to bait me so I could fell into his trap. When you asked me what Operation Sparrow was, you already knew!"

"No I didn't!" Birkhoff protested.

"You were dropping breadcrumbs, and I fell for it, because I decided to trust you," Michael continued, ignoring Birkhoff.

"I didn't know it was a set-up okay?" Birkhoff snapped. "Yes, Percy told me that you would be coming and he told me what to say. When I asked him why, he made it sound like it was one of his stupid little loyalty tests, okay?"

"You're not stupid Birkhoff," Michael stated. "You're just a coward. You know Percy is corrupt, but you turn a blind eye to save your own skin."

Imogen was running around her apartment, packing everything that she could manage to fit in her suitcases and duffel bags. She went through what was necessary for her to bring, like her computer equipment, versus the things that she could live without. She ran up and down the stairs, shoving everything into her vehicle. Even if she didn't bring the stuff with her, Imogen had sorted out a safe place to store her things: a large storage container. She had given the people strict instructions on who was allowed to access the container; only her and Birkhoff. Otherwise, they were not to allow anyone, under any circumstances, to get in it.

"Come on, come on!" she muttered to herself, waiting for the light to change to green.

She had to make several trips back and forth so that she could get the items she didn't need out of her apartment and to the container. But it was finally time; she had officially abandoned her apartment and was now driving around town, going over to Nikita's loft. Imogen attached the key to the storage container to her necklace while waiting for the light to change, and then made a sharp turn once it did. She didn't know what she would find, but Imogen felt a bad feeling rise up in her gut. Something was coming; she knew that much.

For what seemed like a long time, but in reality was a split second, Birkhoff was yelling inside his own head: he knew that he still shouldn't reveal anything. He just wanted to yell at Michael.

NO! I am not a coward, nor do I turn a blind eye to save my own skin. I turn a blind eye because I am trying to help the woman I care about the most in this world. Tell me, how is protecting her being a coward?

Birkhoff couldn't yell or speak to Michael about that though, since he started speaking again.

"That's your choice," Michael said calmly. "But you have to live with it."

"You know what?" Birkhoff snapped again. "You even sound like her now."

"That's because my eyes are open," Michael said. "Nikita's right-"

"NO! Nikita is DEAD!" Birkhoff interrupted. "She's dead Michael; I was listening in over the comm. She d-… I warned her about what would happen if she went up against Percy. You warned her too, and then you went and joined her; encouraged her. That was your choice."

Birkhoff couldn't stand to look at Michael anymore, so he turned on his heel and left. The look on Michael's face… Birkhoff was just intensely grateful that their place weren't switched and he had just been told that Imogen was dead. He felt Michael's pain; he just didn't want it to happen to him. How could he be so angry if he was so worried about Imogen?

There was nothing there; absolutely nothing. No one was around in Nikita's loft, and there was no sign of where they might have gone. Imogen searched every inch of the place that she could, all the while being careful not to displace anything. She finally came to a small container on one of the tables. When Imogen opened it she noticed that it was full of syringes, but that one was missing.

"What was in here?" she muttered to herself. "What did they do?"

Imogen kept searching the loft, but she didn't come any closer to finding anything that would point her in the right direction. Finally, she just decided to give up the search. Something told her that she might as well make a trip to Division: if she could get in and out without being noticed. Imogen was confident that would be possible, especially since she got the feeling that Division was preoccupied and wouldn't be paying as much attention to their internal security.

Since her heart was pounding in anticipation, the drive to Division didn't take very long. Well, the drive to as close as she could get, Imogen still had to walk a little ways to get to the silo entrance. Once she descended, Imogen removed her shoes and held onto them as she climbed down. As soon as she reached the bottom she left her shoes on the platform, going into the tunnels with bare feet. She was trying to make sure that she would make as little noise as possible, and going barefoot was sure to grant her a better chance of being invisible to everyone else. She was actually incredibly surprised that the silo wasn't sealed off, but, since she couldn't take any risks… Imogen decided that she would have to take a different exit from the tunnels instead of the one she used to escape. She needed to protect herself.

Imogen padded silently down the halls of Division, looking around every corner as she went, making sure that the coast was clear. She could go to Operations, but she suspected that just walking in would not go over too well. Plus there was the feeling that she should really be going to Birkhoff's office. It was like a tugging in her stomach, pulling her there.

After a few more minutes, Imogen was in the hall that lead straight to Birkhoff's office. Suddenly, she felt extremely nervous. She wasn't sure how he was going to react to seeing her there; after all she did leave him here. Imogen remembered that he hadn't been to angry when she spoke to him the last time, but there were no guarantees. But, steeling herself, she walked straight into his office to find him there with his back to her.

"B?" she said aloud.

He jumped at the sound of her voice, and turned around.

"Imogen?" he said, shocked at her appearance in Division. "What are you doing here?"

"I… needed to see you," she said.

"Do you know how dangerous this is?" he asked.

"I know," she replied.

"If we're caught, we're dead," Birkhoff pointed out.

"I know," she repeated.

"You really shouldn't be here," he continued.

"I know," she said adamantly.

"You should go," he said.

"You don't want me to," Imogen said, taking a step towards him.

"I want you to be safe," he replied.

"But do you want me to be miserable?" she asked, coming in closer.

"Of course I don't," he said after a brief pause.

"I didn't think so," Imogen said, before closing the distance between the two of them and wrapping her arms around him.

Birkhoff immediately responded, hugging her close.

"I missed you," he whispered.

"I missed you too," she replied, burying her face in his shoulder.

When they parted, Birkhoff and Imogen went over to sit on the couch. He moved in to give her a kiss, but she backed away.

"Are you still sick?" he asked.

"Yeah," she replied. "And I still don't know what's wrong."

"I'm sure that you will get better," he said to her.

"Thank you," Imogen replied. "How've you been?"

"Really swamped, to be quite honest," Birkhoff confessed. "There's been so much activity around her I don't know which way is up anymore."

"Do you think it will calm down?" she asked, while thinking of her mission.

They must have been preoccupied with something else and didn't realize what was going on with her or the agents. It was a good thing for Imogen, but not so great for Michael or Nikita.

Birkhoff's and Imogen's conversation was cut short by a voice calling out for Birkhoff.

"You're wanted in Operations," it said, getting louder as it came closer.

"Shit," Birkhoff cursed. "Hide right now!"

Imogen didn't need telling twice and immediately hid in the first place that she found. She heard Birkhoff talking to the owner of the voice for a brief moment, before she heard someone leave the room. Imogen didn't know who had left, so she stayed in her hiding place until she heard the remaining person speak.

"You can come out now," Birkhoff said.

She emerged from her hiding place and quickly walked over to him.

"What's happening?" she asked.

"I'm not sure," he replied. "But I have to go to Operations."

"Alright," she responded.

"And you know what?" he said.

"What?" she asked.

"I don't care if you are sick," he said, before pulling her close and giving her a soft kiss.

Imogen immediately responded by wrapping her arms around his neck. After a couple more moments, Birkhoff pulled away from her.

"I really should be going," he said. "No need for goodbyes, I will see you in a few minutes."

Imogen just smiled at him and watched Birkhoff walk away from her and out of his office. She just continued to stand there for a couple more seconds, before she sprang into action. She climbed up into the vents and crawled around, looking for Operations. Normally she would have just listened in at the door, but by the sounds of things; it was not a good idea to do that.

"It took a long time to crack the company," Imogen heard Birkhoff say.

She had found her vantage point, and though it was difficult to see anything going on in Operations, Imogen could still heard everything.

"I start kicking around in there, CIA blue team's going to shut my own back door in my face," Birkhoff continued. "Could be a one shot deal."

"If it's the shot that takes Nikita down then it's worth doing," Percy answered, speaking slowly.

"Nikita?" Birkhoff said in shock.

Imogen's mind was racing; what was going on here?

"Get to work, all of you!" Percy ordered.

Imogen heard the sound of feet clad in heels go into Operations and she knew it could only be one person; Amanda.

"Did Birkhoff just say what I think he did?" Amanda asked. "How?"

Now is NOT the time Imogen, you know that you have to wait, she told herself.

"Her little protégé double-crossed us," Percy answered.

Alex? Imogen thought.

"Used a paralytic to fake her death," he said. "straight out of our own playbook."

"Do you want to kill her yourself, or should I just get it over with?" Amanda asked.

"Okay we're in!" Imogen heard Birkhoff explain. "I don't know for how long."

"Just do it and get back up here," Percy said to Amanda.

Imogen heard Amanda walked out of the room, and then turned her attention back to those still in there.

"What happens when we find her?" she heard Birkhoff ask.

"I have a sleeper agent on the inside; S.R.U supervisor," Percy said. "Point him which way to go, and he'll take her down."

"What the hell is she doing at the CIA anyway?" Birkhoff asked.

'What do you think? She'll expose Division," Percy snapped. "All of us."

"That's suicide… for her," Birkhoff said, sounding confused. "She was a part of this."

"She knows that, so she'll make a lot of noise while keeping attention away from herself," Percy said. "Her approach will be low profile and asymmetrical, which is why I want all eyes on every corner of every screen. She will be invisible to the human eye except for YOURS because YOU'RE PAYING ATTENTION!"

Imogen almost had to wince; Percy was yelling that loud.

"Got her; I see her," Birkhoff said.

Imogen's ears perked up as she couldn't see the screens right.

"Where?" Percy asked.

After a brief pause, Imogen heard it.

"Front door," Birkhoff said.

Time to roll, Imogen thought, crawling away from Operations.

She had all of the information that she needed; she was headed to Langley… Nikita would not be able to do this alone.

Once Imogen was out of Division, she took a moment to look back.

"Goodbye B," she said, holding back tears.

"Langley PBX system is down," Birkhoff said, fifteen minutes later. "Nobody's calling into that scif room unless they got a tin can and some string."

"I want to isolate the room from any possible sound frequency. Fire alarm, radio signals, security alert. So a nuclear bomb could go off in there and no one would hear it," Percy said, before picking up his cell phone and dialing. "She's in holding room 113."

Birkhoff looked incredibly nervous as Percy was talking about this, but he kept on following orders. To their surprise Nikita managed to evade the sleeper agent and bust open the scif room, allowing the people inside to get out before the nerve toxin killed them. Shortly after that, Birkhoff made one of the most important decisions to date; he accessed Michael's cell remotely, and set him free. Someone had to do something. Soon after he did that, Birkhoff got up from his seat in Operations and headed back to his office; eager to see Imogen.

It didn't take Imogen very long to reach the CIA; she sped down the roads in her car, getting as close as she possibly could before abandoning it in a safe place and making her way there. She wasn't sure if she would be able to get inside, but to her great surprise it wasn't that hard. Imogen was all dressed up and she looked like she belonged there, so after deftly swiping someone else's ID badge, she made her way inside without being noticed as an intruder.

Birkhoff was pacing in his office. Imogen had disappeared, and he had no idea whether or not she had been caught inside Division or if she had just left again. His mind was so preoccupied, so when he heard the cocking of a gun and Michael's voice saying "Don't move" behind him, he was actually startled.

"Mikey…" he began

"Shut UP!" he said. "I want you, to decrypt that!"

A black box was shoved in Birkhoff's face. Oh great, he thought.

"Just listen to me," he tried to say.

"I said shut UP!" Michael yelled.

"She's alive," Birkhoff said quickly.

"What?" Michael said, pausing for a moment.

"Nikki's alive," Birkhoff repeated. "She just tanked Percy's whole plan, Who do you think let you out of your cell? I did it remotely; I own this place, remember?"

"Why?" Michael asked.

"Well, I figure if Nikki can continue to give this hell hole the finger, I could at least cross mine behind my back," Birkhoff said, facing Michael. "And I'm not a coward."

Wouldn't be with Imogen if I was… he thought.

"Where is she?" Michael asked, lowering his gun.

"She's trapped inside Langley," Birkhoff said.

Imogen was on a random floor inside Langley, looking for Nikita while trying not to be caught when she heard it.

"Paging special agent Nikki," the voice said; Michael's. "Agent Nikki, please proceed to the nearest phone and dial 626."

Imogen raced to a phone and dialed the number, at the exact same time as Nikita did a couple floors above her.

"Michael?" she heard Nikita say.

"You okay?" he asked

"Oh babe," Nikita said. "I will be when you get me out of here."

"God, get a room," Birkhoff's voice added.

Imogen smirked to herself; typical B.

"Is that Birkhoff?" Nikita asked.

"Yeah, it's… just like old times," Michael said.

"New times Michael," Imogen suddenly said. "And wow, no one noticed that another person was on this line?"

"Oh hush Imogen," Michael said to her.

"Make me," she shot back. "Nikita, I'm a couple floors down from you," she said. "IF you can make it out of Langley, you'll have a ride."

"Right," Nikita replied.

Birkhoff was in shock; Imogen was on the line as well, and as much as he wanted to call out to her, he wasn't sure if she had told Nikita and Michael about them; he didn't want to say anything without her say so.

"Can you get a mobile comm?" Michael asked Nikita.

"Give me a second," Nikit replied, setting down the phone.

"How did you get over there Imogen?" Michael asked her as they heard Nikita getting to work.

"I have skills Michael, geez," she responded, smirking. "You always underestimate me!"

They would have continued the conversation, but Nikita was back on the line.

"S.R.U walkie," Nikita whispered. "Sku tango-four-Charlie, 731."

"Okay," Michael said. "Proceed out into the corridor east of you and make your way north."

A few seconds later, Imogen heard Birkhoff talk again.

"S.R.U headed your way," he said.

"Get rid of them," Michael ordered.

The next few words out of Birkhoff's mouth nearly made Imogen burst into laughter; although she managed to reduce it to silent giggles.

"Unit 12, we have an intruder spotted in collection strategies," Birkhoff said, putting on a fake voice. "Men's lavatory; please respond."

A few more moments passed, and Imogen was still hiding in her place, listening to the instructions that Nikita was being given.

"Alright, here's what we're thinking for the exfil," Michael said.

"Talk to me," she said.

"I have your escape route," Michael told her. "You need to go out with the evidence. Sublevel two."

"I'm here," Nikita said.

"Incinerator room," Michael replied.

That was the last thing that Imogen heard; everyone was cut off; Birkhoff and Michael had been dumped, and no one could contact each other.

"Shit," Imogen cursed.

She quickly got up from her hiding place and raced down the steps and towards the entrance that she came through. Imogen made her way to her vehicle, and staked out the likely route that Nikita would take out of Langley. Imogen wasn't wrong either, she found Nikita quickly.

"Get in the car!" she called out.

Once Nikita was in, Imogen set off down the streets as fast as she could.

"Where to?" she asked Nikita.

"The loft," Nikita replied quickly.

It didn't take long for the two women to arrive there, and Imogen told Nikita that she would wait in the car for her to get done in there, and then they would go as soon as possible. When Nikita reached her loft, she immediately dialed Michael.

"Michael!" she exclaimed.

"Where the hell are you?" he asked.

"I'm safe," she replied. "I rode out of the loading bay in a garbage truck. They were still evacuating the building. I just got home; Imogen drove me the rest of the way."

"You and Imogen aren't safe there," he said, not noticing Birkhoff's head snap towards him in shock and worry.

"Said the man inside Division," Nikita countered.

"Look, Percy's been neutralized for the moment; he has sedatives in his desk drawer," Michael explained. "I'm ten minutes away…"

"Five minutes!" Birkhoff corrected.

"Five minutes, away from walking out of here with a fully decrypted black box," Michael said.

"What?" Nikita breathed.

"It's time to get a good look at the truth," Michael said. "All of it."

"Michael…" Nikita started.

"I'll explain to you later," Michael interrupted. "What's your plan?"

"I'm going to torch the loft," Nikita said. "Meet me and Imogen at the first America building at 24:00 hours."

Michael and Nikita hung up right after that, but before Michael could say anything Birkhoff spoke.

"You mind explaining to me?" he asked.

"Look, for every truth in that box, there's a lie out there in the real world," Michael explained, pointing to the black box. "Innocent people who are being framed for crimes they didn't commit. Corrupt people who are in charge, thanks to crimes that no one knows about! That's got to end."

"So you're just going to go off and play lone ranger?" Birkhoff said. "Forget about Division, man. You're going to have the whole world hunting you down. You're going to be putting Imogen… and Nikita, in danger."

Michael raised his eyebrow at Birkhoff, noticing the sudden addition of Nikita's name to that sentence.

"Yeah," he said slowly, still scanning Birkhoff's face. "I'll try to keep that in mind."

"I'm serious man, be careful," Birkhoff said. "This box is like… the Lost Ark; it is not of this earth. The truth on here is dangerous, and you're not just putting yourself in danger."

"You and I both know that Nikita can, and has, take care of herself," Michael said, taking the black box. "Or is this not about Nikita? Is there something I should know?"

"Let's just say that you're not the only one to fall for one of the recruits; not that either of them is a recruit anymore," Birkhoff confessed.

"Ah, I see," Michael responded. "Well, I'll be sure to keep an eye out for her, but… as I am sure you know; she's a stubborn person."

"I know," he replied. "But it would make me feel better. I know she can't stick around here, it's not safe. And while it's not safe their either, I know that there are some things that she had to do, and I'm not going to be the one to try and stop her."

"Wise man," Michael said. "I'll see you… well, I don't know when, but I'm sure that we will be in touch."

"Goodbye," Birkhoff said, watching as Michael left.

It killed him that he wasn't going to be around Imogen, but he just wasn't ready to completely leave Division behind. Besides, they could use someone on the inside now, and he was still solid with Percy and Amanda; no one had ever suspected him of anything, and he intended to keep it that way for as long as possible.

Imogen was waiting for Nikita a little ways down the street when she saw Michael pull up.

"Is she down yet?" he asked her, waiting for her as Imogen put all of her stuff and equipment in the back.

"No, she's not," Imogen replied, getting into the back seat. "But the place just started burning, so we better hurry."

"You don't need your car?" Michael asked, zooming down the street.

"I don't… I was going to abandon it soon anyways; trace issues," she answered.

"Right!" Michael said. "Well, there she is!"

Nikita got into the car and immediately hugged Michael.

"You know, I'm getting really sick of people telling me that you're dead," he told her.

"I know," Nikita smiled. "Are you good back there Imogen?"

"Yeah," she replied.

"OH! How did it go today? Were you successful?" Nikita asked.

"Yes, I was," she responded. "It went a little off from my original plan, but it got done."

"That's great," Nikita said.

"Yeah… it is," Imogen said, her mind wandering.

Imogen was in a convenience store or sorts, in the bathroom. She, along with Michael and Nikita had been travelling for a couple hours, and this was their first stop. Michael was stocking up on gas, Nikita was getting some food and other essential supplies… and Imogen was sitting, waiting for what felt like the longest few minutes of her life.

"I miss you Birkhoff," she whispered, a tear running down the side of her face.

She really wished that he was here with her, or if she was able to get into contact with him… especially considering what she was doing right this second. Imogen had a feeling during the ride, and though she didn't tell Nikita and Michael about it; she knew that it was something important that needed to be done.

Another minute passed, and it was finally time to check. Imogen reached out her hand to the stick sitting on the edge of the countertop, bringing it towards her. She looked down at it, and there it was; staring her in the face.

"I'm pregnant."

And it's over! Did everyone like the story? I hope so; there was a lot of work involved. Before I talk about a sequel or anything else, I just want to make sure that one thing is clear. When I posted my first poll about the time between The Next Seduction and Pandora; there was a reason and you just found out what that was. I went with 2 and a half months, just so everyone knows!

Now, to get down to the subject of a sequel… Only 7 people so far have responded to the poll, one of whom said no to a sequel. That is not enough for me to really put forward the time to do in university, so right now I am undecided as to whether I am or not. I am NOT saying no, but this is how it's going to work. I will be leaving the poll up until the last week of August, and then I will take it down. The other way that you can let me know about a sequel is through a review, or through private message. That can be done during, and after, the poll time. I will be counting both when I think about a sequel.

I really do want to write a sequel, but I need to make sure that there will be interest. I am not in high school anymore, and it's not going to be easy for me. So please, please, if you have been reading this story and have not responded to the poll, or let me know through a review or private message…talk to me! If you've been a silent reader, speak up!

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