Nina had been in Russia for a week with no plans to stay much longer. She had met with Ivanek, the contact who had helped her escape, and he had set up a meeting with a friend of his. This friend had a deal planned that would be very lucrative for the three of them. Of course, she had carried out the usual background checks on this unknown man. Anatoly Stovich was a Russian businessman based in Moscow. He had links to various terrorist and criminal organisations and was trustworthy. At least, as much as anyone could be in their line of work.

Arriving at Stovich's hotel room, she knocked before glancing up and down the corridor. As soon as the door opened, she slipped inside.

"Nina, it is a pleasure to meet you," the man spoke as they moved into the room.

"I'm looking forward to working with you," she spoke before frowning. Something seemed off about his accent, but she couldn't tell for sure. Walking past the bathroom, she noticed something that only heightened her suspicions. If the man in the room had closed the door, she likely wouldn't have known until it was too late. Instead, she could see the reflection in the mirror of a man. He was hanging in the shower and seemed to have died within the last couple of hours. Realising that the silence was deafening, she spoke again. "Ivanek has told me a lot about you, Anatoly." Turning to face him, she could see that he had his back to her.

The mystery man was looking out of the window as he talked on the phone in hushed Russian. Nina made a quick inspection of the room before noticing the lamp next to the bed. Walking over to it, she took great care in not alerting him as she unplugged the lamp before picking it up. Making her way towards him, she made sure not to appear as a reflection herself. As soon as she was able, she smashed the lamp into the side of his head.

"Ivanek, if you set me up…," she muttered as she let the lamp crash to the floor. Crouching down, she checked the man's pulse and found him to still be alive. For a moment, she looked at his face as she contemplated her option. If she spared him, he would likely be a dead man once news of Stovich's death got out. Despite that, he could still get to her before it happened. Especially if Ivanek was behind this in some way. Killing him would solve that problem, but it would also create a more immediate one. There was little possibility of getting the body out of the hotel undetected, so it would be best to let him live.

"Dammit!"

She looked down at the unconscious woman and wondered how far she needed to go. Her bosses had told her that nobody would be in the building for the next few hours at least. Whoever this woman was, what the hell was she doing here?

"It's Nina, I have a problem," she spoke into the radio.

"A problem?"

"Yeah, there was a woman here. I used the stun gun on her," Nina replied. She pushed her foot into the woman's stomach as if to check that she was still out. Of course, she would be for some time yet but she knew what was likely to happen.

"Did she see you?"

She started running through the last moments of her journey through the facility. The woman had been walking down a corridor but had she even noticed the intruder in the shadows? Nina decided that she couldn't be sure either way. Even though the cameras were on a loop, if this woman had seen her then it would cause problems. Especially as this facility had been often visited by her in her capacity as a federal agent.

"Nina?" The voice sounded impatient.

"I don't know."

"Kill her," the voice commanded.

Nina wasn't surprised, she had all but signed the woman's death warrant by being in the same place at the same time. Looking down at her, she began to think. If the woman had seen her then she was protecting herself from exposure or even death. If she hadn't then she was about to die for no reason at all. She hoped that the woman would at least not feel it.

"Is it done?" The voice sounded even more impatient now.

She sighed. Even if the woman had seen nothing, she would be dead anyway if they found out that she had failed to do as they had asked. Nina aimed her gun at the woman's head and fired twice. "It's done," she confirmed a few seconds later. Moving on down the corridor, she mentally opened another little box for a stolen life. The nameless ones seemed to be growing in number and that scared her.

"I'm getting soft," she whispered. Grabbing the man's phone, she made her way out of the room and didn't stop until she was back in her rental car. Using his phone, she dialled Ivanek's number and waited for him to answer.

"Who is this?" Ivanek spoke.

That reassured her a little, but it didn't prove anything. "It's Nina," she replied.

"Nina? Have you met with Stovich?" He asked and he sounded sincere.

That helped with his innocence, but she still couldn't be sure. "No, I'm afraid he's dead. This phone belongs to whoever killed him," she replied.

Ivanek muttered to himself. "Where is the killer now?"

She glanced up at the hotel room window, unable to see any sign of life. "Out cold in Stovich's room. I knocked him out with a lamp."

He chuckled at that. "Resourceful as always, Nina. It's a shame about our poor acquaintance but get out of there. If he's got friends in the area, I don't want you getting killed as well."

Smiling to herself, she reached a decision. Ivanek wasn't involved and she felt relief. He was one of her more trustworthy contacts and one of the few people she was still somewhat close to. Setting off with the intention of being out of the country by the end of the day, Nina couldn't help but think of Teri. As soon as she had mentioned Germany within her earshot she had known that Teri would have to die. She had tried to keep her calm, give her some hope of survival before shooting her in the back, but it hadn't mattered. Teri died a pointless death and Nina had made things personal between her and Jack.

In the hotel room, the unknown man groaned as he woke up. Lying there, he tried to remember where he was before sitting up. No sign of Nina but there was a broken lamp next to him. Standing up, he grabbed the windowsill to steady himself. Outside, a car sped off and he recognised it as the one he knew she was driving. Muttering under his breath in English, he promised her that he would not be giving up.