2100, An abandoned factory on the outskirts of Berlin
Nikita loaded the clip into her gun with a loud snap and looked at Michael on the other side of the small table in the van. The man looked up for a moment before going back to scrutinizing the information displayed on the screen in front of him. The two hadn't spoken much that day and Nikita wondered what was bothering him so much to make him that silent, but then she realized that he always had a good reason. Nikita's gaze slid over to Alana who sat quietly by another man named Alex. The new recruit hadn't said much of anything either so Nikita didn't know much about her background, but the woman's silence said enough of her personality.
The van slowed to a stop and they poured out to go to their first marks. Nikita wasn't quite sure where Alana was, Michael was doing tactical, but she could almost make out the other woman sliding through the darkness, becoming a part of the shadows. Alex followed her closely, trying to be as discreet as he could. The two took cover behind a rather large rock and waited for directions. Nikita made her way closer and ducked behind a car close to the entrance. Nothing moved outside, everything was dead quiet. "Clear," she whispered softly.
"Proceed to your second marker," was Michael's cool reply. Seconds later, the whole team moved closer to their target, a factory. Nikita didn't have enough time to check on Alana and Alex and wasn't about to waste time on it. She had to trust the fact that Operations felt that the new recruit was ready for missions.
Nikita made her way to the side of the building and, after holstering her hand gun, jumped up to the fire escape ladder and moved up quickly. Once on the the dark roof, she slowly walked to a large pane of glass. She slowly looked over to catch a glance of what was inside. By what she knew of the schematics of building, she was over her target, which was a small laboratory where a lethal virus was being kept. Supposedly, the terrorists who had funded the research for the virus were planning to infect the world leaders at a Summit meeting on a small island in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean. The meeting was set for tomorrow and that was not a good sign. The plan was to grab it and bring it back to Section for analysis. It could've been considered routine, but the fact that Alana was the carrier made Nikita slightly doubtful of the success of the mission.
"Clear," whispered Nikita softly, her word would set everything off. Alana and Alex would brake in and they would have fifteen seconds to get the vial, set the charge and leave before anyone would be alerted. The rest of the team would watch their backs and take out any hostiles while the virus was extracted from the building.
Michael gave the word and things were set into motion. Moments later, Nikita saw Alana run over to the main console and activate the sequence for the computer to allow access to the vials. Alex followed closely, he was more alert, his gun ready to shoot. Time slowed to Nikita as the anticipation of success dawned on her. Her heart beat quickly as she willed the new recruit to succeed. Alana stepped to the storage unit, which slowly lifted the vials out of their deep freeze. She grabbed one and stuffed it into the pocket at her thigh, designed for the transport.
Alana turned suddenly, her gun up already. Nikita heard two shots go off and Alex went down. She was ready to jump in but a single command from Michael stopped her and forced her to watch. Men surrounded the two, guns trained on both. However, despite all the yells, Alana kept her gun trained on the single man who held nothing in his hands. She slowly made her way to Alex and kneeled down, without taking her eyes or moving her gun away from the man. Alex's face, contorted in controlled pain, looked up at the woman for a moment before standing up on his one good leg and leaning onto the woman for support. Nikita felt a wave of relief at seeing that the man was not seriously injured. Alana said something, which appeared to affect some of the younger men whom surrounded them both but some of the more experienced men just adjusted their grips on their guns. The man pointed to both but Alana's gun instantly went to the pocket where the vial was nestled away safely. Seconds later, the whole room exploded in gun fire. Men went down like flies and soon the rest of the Section One team had eliminated the rest of the hostiles. It was that simple.
"Get out of there," Michael told her and the rest of the team and they all slowly made their way out. Once away from the building, Nikita punched the button and the building instantly went up in flames. She looked over to find Alana helping Alex to the van. He looked like hell but alive.
Soon they were in the van and heading home. Alex sat there, one of his hands holding his shot leg and his arm slung over Alana's shoulders. Alana leaned back and closed her eyes, her fingers still curled around her gun. She didn't appear to be that bad off, a gun wound to her shoulder and that was it. For someone who had just entered field work, she was taking it rather easily.
"Do you have it?" Michael asked Alana, referring to the vial. He didn't bother to look up at her just as she didn't bother to look up at him. She nodded slowly and holstered her weapon. It was that simple.
Nikita gave a sigh and leaned back. Something was bothering her about what she had seen. Something just wasn't right with Alana.