"Destroy us how?" Cautiously, Nikita eyed Kara. The rest of the team regathered in the great room, concerned about what was occurring. Max, James, and Oliver still trying to hold back Missy wasn't assuring anyone. The dog wasn't biting them, but she kept trying to escape their grasp and run. Felicity bounced on her toes ready to block any of her paths. Attention had to be pulled away from whatever that circus was, however. Information was dropped that had to be explored. The situation with Pj was exploding. And it had to do with the notebook in Kara's hands, "What is that?"
"Pj's notebook. Jamie saw her writing in it. We went to grab it when she was gone, but Missy was on guard. We figured it out though," That explained the dog in their grasps. However, the looks the kids passed between each other expressed that they didn't want to go into what they had done to get past her. Kara handed over the little book to redirect their parents; naturally, it worked. They flipped through the pages, hoping to understand Pj's thought process. The notes started out comprehensible. They revolved around what had happened while she was Amanda's captive. But it didn't seem as though it had come from her memory. It was written like she was watching it happen to someone else.
"Did she watch the recording?" Michael wasn't sure if he should be angry or appalled. He wanted to accuse Sonya and Birkhoff. The nerds had the flashdrive in their area. If Pj had gotten it, it was because they weren't paying enough attention. Yet he had to admit that his daughter was a spy. She would've gotten her way no matter what. Her need for answers was powerful. She had to know what had happened to her, just like everyone else. Watching herself being torture must've snapped something inside of her, though. Her notes turned from sensible observations to rambles once her viewing was done.
"She was trying to jog her memory. She's drawing conclusions between the facts we already had. Amanda really did tell her about the Shop leaders. And something about Caroline and Gary? I don't know, it's all family related," Nikita didn't want to delve into her daughter's notes past her initial interrogation with Amanda. The factual things were easier to read and sort through. She had some plans on potential missions, attacking key points of the Shop's infrastructure. Most had to do with Amanda's wavering posture and emotions when she was talking to Pj. She had said something that had gotten under her skin. The bitch was cracking.
Not without leaving a bomb for the team, however. Amanda had already taken Owen from them, reverting him back to Sam and controlling him. Of course she had ruined Pj's mind as well. Alex had to grab the notebook from Nikita so they could explore it a little more. She couldn't imagine what Michael and Nikita were going through with their daughter. And she honestly didn't want to. She'd help them as best she could, though. Her own daughter had laid out a heavy assumption. They needed to understand what was happening, "She wrote a little more about Amanda not knowing about the kids. Then it turns into rambling. She wants to blame you and take over, I think. She just seems angry."
"She was staring at the wall of crazy the other day. But she won't talk it out. It's like even she can't make sense of it," James cut in. He shifted his grip on Missy, but she seemed to have been settling down. The dog probably came to the conclusion that she wasn't going to beat her captors. They were afraid to let her go just yet, though. Pj's mindset was more important. Not only couldn't her parents understand it, but her brother and close friend couldn't either. Max didn't get to talk to her as much as James had, except that didn't mean anything. She wouldn't get out of her head. Her notes barely even scratched the surface.
"So Amanda messed with her emotions about the war? Upped her drive and anger until she does something stupid," Sean was still trying to make sense of the brainwashing and mind controlling Amanda was doing. Sam's programming was a bit understandable. However, the replaced people idea they had discussed was far-fetched. No way could mind controlled doppelgangers just be walking around. Someone had to have noticed all the strange behavior. Though, as Cassandra had mentioned, replacing key members in the world with their own agents was a terrifying skill of Division's. No doubt the bitch found some way to utilize it and 'improve' upon it.
The German BND officer was proof enough of that. His strange behavior, his connection to Amanda, and the inconsistencies in his autopsy led the team to seriously believe he was some kind of double. He had to have been planted for Shop purposes. Pj wasn't a double, though. They knew that with certainty. Besides, if her jumble of notes were anything to go by (and they were hoping they could be) Amanda admitted in the footage that the rescue team arrived too soon; she hadn't completely finished what she was doing. Michael held onto the hope that it wasn't all lost like it was a lifeline, "Piper won't have the chance. We know what's going on. And we have her secured in a safe place."
"Okay. So then, do we talk to her? Un-brainwash her. Because she gets pretty angry in that notebook. She really wants to find a way to make Michael and Nikita pay," Attempting to organize their thoughts, Kara wondered. The last page filled in the notebook was where Pj had gone on a rant about her parents before leaving her room. Although Alex wouldn't show it to Nikita and Michael, she nodded in agreement. What were they supposed to do to talk her down from that. Her wild emotions couldn't be rationed with. Could the conditioning or whatever maybe run its course; the team simply had to wait it out. That didn't seem like a solid option from them, however. They couldn't let her continue to suffer. Something had to be done.
"She was trying to fight it. Whatever it was. There were moments of recognition," Nikita glanced at Michael, clinging tightly to that bit of positivity. Pj wasn't totally swept by her emotions and jumbled mind. She was aware that something might have been wrong. Her notes had started off making sense, after all. She was still there underneath Amanda's conditioning. If the team just talked to her, got her to listen and think, maybe it would've been alright. They could stop having family drama, and focus all of their attention on Amanda and the Shop. All that ground they seemed to have lost could be regained.
"Then maybe we should talk to her," Max continued on that train of thought. Pj's lividity wouldn't let her parents talk to her, and it probably extended to the rest of the parents as well. Their best bet of helping her was for her friends to take over. After all, she had been smiley and happy when they had watched the movie together. They could help her past her confusing emotions. Everyone agreed to the idea. Not just because it was sound, but because they needed some kind of thought out plan for how to deal with the situation. Those emotions (whether it be Piper's or the team's) was only going to lead to hurt. Hopefully, they caught it in time before it led to anyone's death.
Pj's head was killing her. She felt as though she were in a fog. She tried to shake it off, but everything was so confusing and insane. All rational thought ceded to intense emotion. She was pissed- incredibly and confusedly angry. A part of her knew being locked in a room was for the best; she was acting terribly. But she was overwhelmed with lividity about what her parents had done. How dare they just shove her away instead of dealing with the problem. She had more to say- more to fight for. Michael and Nikita couldn't run and hide from their problems anymore. They had to face it head on. Maybe that was what they were doing, talking with the rest of the team to figure everything out. Yet she didn't care. She didn't care about her parents anymore.
Her only focus was getting out of that room. She knew the safehouse better than anyone. Sure, it was Nikita's place first. But there had been an explosion and reconstruction since then. Pj was far more aware of the new rooms and passageways. She was certain she could get out of that room if she tried. Her sling and limp was in the way, but she could soldier past it. Luckily, both gunshot wounds were through and through. Her muscles were strained at best, yet she only needed stitches and stability to heal them. She believed she was healed enough anyway. The sling was ripped off, and she pushed off the wall she was leaning against. There had to be an escape route somewhere.
Wait, why did she have to get out of the room. She was safe inside the walls. And it wasn't as though her parents or her team were going to hurt her. She could sit and fume in peace, until Nikita and Michael returned. Once they did, she could yell at them all she wanted. It was just that anger clouded Pj's mind. She was getting sick of only feeling ferocity. She wanted to feel literally any other emotion. There were times she had, small moments with her friends and her parents that forced her frustrations away. Except, it never lasted long. That only left her angrier. It was like a cruel cycle. No matter what, the hot emotion coursed through her veins. She couldn't remember being so angry that long ago. Something had changed. What had changed.
Blaming Michael and Nikita was easy. For some reason, that was the most solid thought in her head. Everything else was confusing and made no sense. Pj knew Amanda was the enemy. Her control over the Shop and their world had to end. No one person should've been able to do that on their own. They needed a team watching their back and supporting them. She felt as though that support wasn't coming from her parents, however. She thought the two were hindering the mission; they had left, after all. But she had a chance to fix it all. She could end the war once and for all.
Fix what, exactly, was difficult to narrow down. Change the way they were doing things, change how they kept secrets, and change the way they communicated for sure had to be fixed. Yet Pj couldn't do that if she ran away- again. What had that really done the first time. She got new information the team hadn't, made some connections. But she could've done that with them. All going rogue did was ensure they actually talked to one another. So why wouldn't she talk then. Why was she hellbent on making Nikita and Michael pay by escaping that room. Contemplating how complicated it was made her head hurt even more. She just shook it, and refocused on the screaming thought in her mind- she had to escape.