Rattled by the events in Russia, Nina had fled Europe and was now lying low in Mexico City. The apartment she was renting was in an upscale area that overlooked much of the city. She would stay there for a few months until another job offer came along and for now, she was content. Her neighbours believed her to be an American who worked at the embassy and it was as good a cover story as any.

It was the middle of the night and Nina had been about to walk from the bedroom to the bathroom. Noticing the movement of the front door handle, she could tell that someone was busy picking the lock. Finding and grabbing her gun, she managed to hide behind the door seconds before it creaked open. Watching as the man crept further into the apartment, she took her chance as soon as it came to her. Pushing the door shut, she cocked her gun and pointed it at the man.

"Drop the gun," she demanded before turning on the lights. He did as ordered before turning around. She recognised him as the man from the hotel room back in Russia. The one who had killed Stovich but had fled before Ivanek's men could get to him. "Who are you and what the hell do you want?"

"I'm Roger Devane and if you lower the gun I'll tell you," he spoke in a very obvious American accent.

Nina's eyes widened as he spoke. She had thought there was something wrong with his accent back in Russia and now she knew what that was. Lowering her gun, she glanced at a chair close to where he stood. "Sit down with your hands underneath you."

Once he had done that, she walked over to him and kicked his gun under the couch. Studying him for a moment, she wondered how truthful he was going to be.

He looked up at her and for a moment studied her back before he spoke. "You killed two very good friends of mine," he told her before continuing once she didn't reply. "Joel Oakley and David Jorgensen."

Nina scowled before pushing her gun into his forehead. "What the hell is this all about?!"

He smiled at her, unfazed. "As I said, lower the gun and I'll tell you."

Lowering her gun again, she looked at him curiously. He didn't seem to fear death and that made him dangerous. "I want the truth," she demanded.

"The truth? The truth is, I lied. You didn't kill two of my friends, Nina, you killed three."

Nina stared at him, baffled. Three? Unless he was including himself before it had happened, she had no idea who this third friend was.

"It's been a few years since you killed the other friend of mine. You remember the man you shot in '99?"

Nina looked at him with shock. The man in the tent! That was his friend?

Devane noticed the look on her face. "We were all in the army together back in the Nineties but lost touch with Francis soon afterwards. I know he got involved in some bad shit but nothing further. Couple of years ago, I got a message from Joel, someone had killed Francis and buried him out in the desert. Like he was some roadkill."

Francis. Now she had a first name at least for that man in the tent, her first victim. Silence fell for a few moments. "I had no choice," she replied with honesty. If she hadn't killed him then her boss would have had both of them shot before burying them out there in the desert. The only choice she had was to become a murderer or die for no reason.

Devane didn't like that, she could see him trying to control his anger. "Bullshit! Maybe you had no choice out in the desert but you had to get to that point first, didn't you?"

Nina had parked up in the dark corner of the parking lot. The meeting she was about to attend would put her on an irreversible path. She had been working at CTU for about a year now and the thoughts had only gotten worse. At first, she had ignored them but it was getting harder to do that and she had decided it was best to vent them a little.

She glanced down at her cell as it began to ring and for a second or two, she considered driving off. "Hello?"

"Get out, walk over to the black car and get into the back," the voice spoke before the call ended.

Taking a deep breath, she glanced over at the car and knew that she could not turn back now. Climbing out and beginning to walk, she wondered what her colleagues at CTU would think. Once she was inside the black car, she sat in silence for a few minutes before a man walked up the car and got in next to her.

"Nina Myers, it's a pleasure to meet you," he spoke in a German accent. "I hear you wish to offer your services?"

She repressed a grimace at the last part but knew she had to go along with it. Giving them information for money sounded like a good way to dampen the thoughts and urges.

"Yes, I do," she replied.

"How many more?"

"There were five of us at first. The plan was for Joel to kidnap you but he fucked up. Once we realised that he wasn't coming back from Morocco, David tracked you down in Rome but you got the better of him. Now here we both are."

"I want names and where I can find them," Nina demanded. The group of hunters had tried to catch her but failed and now she was going to hunt them in return. Thoughts of Jack arose in her mind, his promise still unfulfilled.

"Philip Cotter you'll find in San Diego, the one in California. As for Henry Collins, he moves around a lot. If you want him dead, you'll have to let him find you first."

Nina contemplated her next moves. He had made it very clear that he wouldn't stop going after her so he had to die, that was already determined. Killing him in the apartment would only attract unwanted attention. She could force him to travel with her to somewhere more remote, but he was taller and stronger. Looking over at the window, she came to a conclusion. "Stand up," she ordered.

He looked at her with suspicion before doing as she asked.

"Walk out to the balcony," she told him as she pointed the gun towards it.

Devane looked at her with confusion before realising what she had planned. He hesitated for a moment.

"Either you walk or I shoot you and I get some friends to come for your body. Your family will never know what happened," she threatened. Of course, there were no such friends in the area, but he didn't seem to know that.

He smirked. "Shoot me? In this apartment block? You'll have the police here in minutes!"

Nina smirked back at him before shooting him in the arm.

Crying out as the bullet smashed through muscle and bone, he realised that she wasn't worried. "Alright, alright!"

She raised the gun and pointed it at his forehead. "Walk," she demanded. Sure, the police would be there soon but if he was to exit via the balcony then it gave her options.

He scowled at her before nodding. Walking out onto the balcony, he peered over the railing. Down below was a busy street still packed with cars and people even at that time of night.

"You know what you have to do," she spoke. In the distance, a siren had started and she knew that this had to be over with soon.

He turned to look at her and smiled. "You got three, Nina, but you won't get five," he spoke. Turning around and grabbing hold of the railing, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath. For a few seconds, he stood there before climbing over and hung there for a few seconds more. Then he let go and a car alarm announced his death.

Walking back into the apartment, Nina first examined the area near the chair. No blood anywhere, so that was one less thing she had to worry about. As the siren got closer, she contemplated the current situation. Devane's death would look like suicide at first but they would soon find the bullet wound. Once they knew it was murder they would work out where he jumped from. She decided it was best to leave the balcony door open before she left. By that time Annie Clarke, the embassy employee, would be out of the country.