"Sup, bitch. Miss me?" Should she have started off like that- absolutely not. Did it feel great anyway- absolutely. Nikita burst into Percy's office, gun drawn and finger on the trigger. For half a second, he actually seemed scared that she was there. He certainly wasn't expecting her. That was good. At least something was going well for the team. The rogues were somewhat taking back control of the situation- somewhat being the operative word. It was such a desperate last push to save the world from devastation, that it seemed as though the team was screwed no matter what they did. The odds were greatly against them.
Ryan and Kendrick were scrambling to get the government to listen to them. The Marines and President were ready to destroy everything, no matter the outcome; they didn't understand the full extent of the chaos, and they didn't want to. Michael managed to infiltrate Ops; however, he had to arm a grenade to make the agents listen to him. There was no telling how bad things might become if the agents wouldn't listen. Alex and Sean were still trapped in the barn, watching the Marines and ensuring nothing went to shit outside Division; the agents undercover as farmers had been enough of a nightmare. Nothing else could go wrong.
Especially since Nikita had found her way into Percy's office, ready for the kill. She maneuvered around the guards and agents planning to finally kill her, fueled by furious determination. She was ending things that night; it wasn't even a question. She didn't care what exactly happened to her, as long as Percy was dead. Weapon held securely in her tight fist, she marched right up to the shocked bastard and shoved him onto the desk. Lividity made her a lot stronger than she appeared. He couldn't fight against her. Yet, just as she was about to pull the trigger, he weaseled out of her grasp, "You can't kill me."
"My gun says otherwise," Nikita didn't care what Percy had to say next. She was done listening to him. Besides, there was nothing he could say that would stop her from killing him. He couldn't appeal to her morality or her role as a hero. Not only did he not know shit about morality, she had no problems taking a life. If it was necessary, then she'd do it. And killing Percy was the most necessary thing she could do. A great evil would be defeated. The world would be saved. More importantly, however, she and her team would be free. They could finally live their lives. She and Michael could finally get married.
"If I die, Roan gets the notification to set off a nuclear reaction that'll make the power plant look like child's play," God, Nikita wished she had shot Percy the second she burst into his office. Well, she kind of wished that was what had happened. She didn't want there to be a catch. There was always a fucking asinine catch with that bastard. It could never be simple and easy for the rogues. Percy just had to have a way out. And since the team didn't want an ultimate catastrophe to occur with the loss of countless innocent lives, they had to do as he pleased.
"You fucking bastard," Shoving at a smug Percy, Nikita shouted. She should just do it. She should just kill him and damn the consequences. Pulling the trigger would've been so easy; it would've been quick and simple. Except, her damn conscience got in the way. She couldn't let people die. She couldn't let the bastard have one last victory even if he was dead. She was better than that- better than him. Cursing some more (and more violently) Nikita pulled herself away from Percy. His fucking smug grin only grew.
"You guys get that?" Having been carefully listening to everything Nikita said and did over the coms, Michael ensured the others knew what was occurring as well. If what Percy had admitted was true, and it more than likely was, then the team was still screwed. The situation with the bastard and his nukes was like Division itself; the rogues continued to be lowered deeper and deeper into hell with no clear escape. They had to keep changing their plans and clawing their way out. However, they wouldn't give up. There had to be a chance for them to succeed; there was always a way they could still triumph over evil.
Birkhoff began hacking away at that chance the second he heard Percy's taunting stipulation. He knew one was coming. The cockroach always survived. Despite the Marines knocking on his door, he would try to prove he was a villainous ass. He'd do anything for control. The nerd thought that was terrifying and not worth fucking with as a Division hacker. Yet as a rogue, it only seemed so much worse. The team was constantly grasping at straws. They were several steps behind, trying desperately to catch up, "I'm trying to track Roan now."
Sean and Alex shared a wary glance from their hideout in the barn. The two knew it was going to fall to them to stop Roan as Nikita dealt with Percy. They would just have to slip past the Marines. If the President knew the extent of what was occurring, it would be a mass extinction for all of them. Considering how hard the rogues fought for that to not happen during Clean Sweep, they couldn't allow the government to interfere. The team could clean up the mess. They just needed time, and a plan. Hopefully, those would fall into place as they kept trudging forward, "Tell me and Alex anything you get. We'll handle him."
Nikita was so lucky she had her team backing her. She didn't need to worry about all the complicated revolving parts. Alex and Sean would stop Roan for her, while Birkhoff directed them. Ryan still had the Marines held back. And Michael was watching after her. All of her attention could remain on Percy. Although she couldn't kill him yet, there had to be something she could do with him. Maybe she could rough him up and knock him unconscious; though, she was certain he had a contingency for that as well. Just what the hell was his endgame if he was making everyone jump through all those hoops, "What the fuck do you even want?"
"Is it not obvious now? Power. I want to control the group that controls the group," Percy beamed at his own brilliance. Nikita rolled her eyes. First the CIA, then Division, then Oversight, then whatever the fuck the next group was. The bastard just couldn't stop himself from asserting his dominance. No wonder the CIA hated him and Oversight tried to replace him. He just wouldn't stop vying for the power he didn't have; nothing was enough for him. His use of nuclear weapons should've been a ploy the team saw coming from a mile away.
"No. You don't get anything. What you're going to do is tell the truth for the first time in your fucking life," Nikita bit, shoving Percy back towards his desk. While the rest of the team handled the chaos around them, she would ensure the bastard gave up every ounce of power he had. He was going to announce to Division that all he had ever done was use them and lie to them. Before the end, the agents were going to know the truth. Unfortunately, though he told Division everything, Percy issued them one last mission: kill him and they'd be free.
"Always the brashest but never the smartest," Percy chuckled at Nikita's shock. She couldn't help but pistol whip him in the mouth. Damn, that felt good. But the feeling didn't last long. She was going to have to protect the man she hated most in order to protect the world. It was just one cruel twist of fate after the next. Percy digging the knife in deeper definitely didn't help, "Get me out of here and all of this will end. I'll turn myself in, I'll call off Roan, and I'll receive a lesser sentence for cooperating. If the hordes don't kill me first."
"Michael, I'm gonna need your help," Calling for her partner, Nikita prepared her weapon. She wasn't going to kill the Division agents that were about to rush her. They were angry, afraid, and desperate- just like her when she first went rogue. They shouldn't be punished for wanting to kill Percy; besides, it wasn't like they knew about the killswitch. Nikita simply had to keep working against everything so she could have a life worth living. Stopping and maiming the agents she was fighting for to protect the man they all hated was just one more thing to fucking worry about. Hopefully, the team could figure out a way to not make that last long.
Michael was attempting to think of a way to silence Percy and save everybody else, but his attention was pulled by trying to guide Nikita safely out of the bunker. It was the team's worst case scenario (or possibly even worse than that) but what else were they to do. A nuclear reaction involved way more than them; it involved way more than Division and the country. The rogues had to consider more than themselves. They had to sacrifice their sanity, comfort, and wants for the greater good. What was a life of freedom worth anyway if the world was burning down around them.
Division couldn't think the same way the rogues could, however. The agents didn't have the same knowledge or hindsight. They just knew they had to kill. Michael had to talk sense into them. Nuclear fallout couldn't happen, and Nikita couldn't be caught in the crosshairs. She was only trying to save the agents. She wanted them to have the same chances she fought for. That couldn't end because of Percy. The agents had to see that, "So you guys are just going to sit there and let the one person who has ever fought for you die? Nikita is giving you a chance. What has Percy ever done but threaten and kill everything about you and the people you love."
The activity in Ops stilled. The directions they were giving to the kill squad were silenced for just a moment. The agents couldn't argue with Michael. Percy did nothing but bring them pain, hence why they wanted to kill him. But the rogues must have another plan in mind- something that would give them all a better chance. That was always how it seemed with Nikita and her team, at least. They might have seemed insane, yet they knew what they were doing. Sonya had experienced that firsthand, "She's on level five."
Although everyone in Ops knew that was a lie, the kill squad moved away from Nikita and Percy and towards a completely different level. Michael nodded a 'thankyou' to Sonya. He'll have to remember to tell Birkhoff about what she had done for the team. Maybe when they were celebrating their victory, he could mention the other hacker's help; however, he couldn't get ahead of himself. The team was nowhere near the end of their crusade. Percy had to get out of Division, Roan had to be stopped, and there were still the Marines to deal with. When the team did desperate pushes, they sure did go for the dramatic flair.
While Michael and Nikita dealt with a madness driven Division, Birkhoff was doing everything he could to locate Roan. Alex and Sean had made it past the Marines and were heading towards the bastard's sidekick's last known location. However, once they got there, they needed to know what to do next. Their weapons were ready, and their muscles were primed for a fight, yet what were they to actually expect. With Roan in the mix, it was bound to be awful. Their dramatics were only going to continue. Alex would rather get it over with than anxiously wait around, "Birkhoff, we're here. Where's Roan?"
"Hold on. I'm trying to narrow it down. All I've got is sector eleven," Birkhoff held his panic at bay. He could feel the urgency weighing down his fingers on the keyboard. Roan was walking underneath D.C with enough plutonium to cripple the country, and thus the world. If any one of the rogues failed their objectives, it would all be over- and not in the good way they wanted. The nerd was right in warning that invading Division was certain death. Although it was increasingly necessary that they had done so, it didn't make it any less dangerous.
Alex and Sean didn't dare speak as they searched the tunnels for Roan. The two stuck by each other as close as they could, drawing strength as they neared closer to doom. Michael and Nikita had stopped talking to one another over the coms as well. A part of it was because they were busy with other things. But mostly, they didn't want to give each other false hope. They needed real things to hold to. The end of the bastard's threat and their war would happen because they made it so. There wasn't going to be any divine intervention. It was all up to the rogues.
Once Nikita and Percy made it topside near the awaiting Marines, Nikita was finally given an opportunity to act as she pleased- take the control she deserved. Ryan spotted the two across the field, and sprinted towards them. He wanted to be the one to bring the bastard in; he also wanted a chance to punch him. The agent never got the chance, however. Quickly, Percy turned and struck his rogue turned savior forcefully in the abdomen. She doubled over and coughed, yet she wasn't given a reprieve. He kept attacking her without being stopped by the Marines. Ryan was even ordered to stand down. No one could interfere.
That worked well for Nikita. She was able to turn the tables on Percy. She knocked him down, flipped him, and let him fall down the silo that had remained open. He caught hold of her hand before he fell to his death, clinging tightly to his miserable life. She only held him for a second. She just wanted to ensure the idea she was thinking of would work. Birkhoff had tracked the ping coming from Percy's killswitch before. What if he did it again once the bastard died. Then, he wouldn't win anything- not even his consolation prize. Nikita would have the control.
"Nikita…" Percy breathed. It was as if he wanted to make one last plea- appeal to Nikita in some way. Obviously, it didn't work. Birkhoff agreed to her idea, and she let go. She dropped the bastard down the hole, and watched him fall to his death in the very place that he built. As satisfaction began to fill her every being, the nerd was able to give Alex and Sean Roan's exact location. Luckily, they were nearby. The two reached their target just as he was about to drop the plutonium. He was furious to see them. Yet, they were ready for his attack.
Well, they were somewhat ready. They couldn't fire their weapons near the nuclear material, so they had to rely on their fighting abilities. Sean received a harsh blow to the head, and Alex's arm was broken. She managed to push through the pain to shove Roan against an electric generator, but she was shocked as well. Sean was able to pull her free just in time. Alex was alright, and Roan was dead. The threat was gone. A small grin pulled at the corner of Nikita's lips when she heard the news. Her shoulders appeared to lighten, her heart lifted, and a full breath of air reached her lungs for the first time in a long time, "It's over."