"Got it! Amanda sent new instructions," Rushing to Ryan's office, Sonya exclaimed. Although she was buzzing, she wasn't exactly excited. As ready as she was to get things underway and to get the damn killchip out of her head, she didn't think she was prepared to face all the danger. The risks were astronomically high. Just as quickly and easily as things could go perfectly right, they could also disastrously fall apart. The team had to be careful and smart. They needed all the information they could to be able to do anything well.

"An advertisement?" Though, sometimes, the information was seemingly impossible to sort out. Alex voiced the confusion as the team gathered to look at what Sonya had brought up on the computer. At first glance, it didn't look like instructions from Amanda. The image on the screen was simply an advertisement that could've been found in any newspaper. How could any sort of intel be derived from that. Unless there was some secret code they were missing. Old school spy tactics were more of Percy's thing than Amanda's; she just liked mind games. But she could have been changing things up- prove to herself she was better than Division.

"The message's embedded in the ad. It's usually a picture or a phrase she wants me to investigate, get her the dirt on," Sonya answered the question simply. She ran the advertisement through the decryption program, and soon the real image appeared. It was a single picture. There was no accompanying text for explanation or clarity. It was just a photograph Amanda possibly wanted to know about. Despite being taken from a relatively close distance, the picture didn't express much. It was only a single still. However, it still expressed a thousand words. And each one screamed that there was something wrong with Nikita.

There was no debating that fact. The picture captured the former rogue exiting a medical clinic with tears in her eyes and absolute heartbreak etched across her features. The image caused Michael to snap his attention frantically towards Nikita. He wanted to move towards her also, yet he was frozen in place. She never told him what had happened at her doctor's appointment. Was her bleeding really that bad. Was she actually well enough to have gone into Division. He desperately had to know. Except his voice wasn't working. Michael could only stare helplessly. As could Birkhoff, Sonya, and Alex. Only Ryan was able to ask, "Is everything okay?"

Against her will, tears formed in Nikita's eyes. It wasn't so much because she wasn't okay; it was because Ryan asked so gently. She could barely hold herself together. She couldn't hold it in any longer. Her watery eyes met her husband's across the room, and she wanted to break down right there. She needed to tell him everything. The hope was starting to drain from his evergreen eyes. Another bright future with his wife and child was slipping through his grasps. He couldn't have his happiness, and it was her fault. It was all her fault.

Even though the miscarriage hadn't happened yet, even though her doctor had hope that one wouldn't happen at all- that a miracle would happen instead- Nikita couldn't see the bright side. She just saw the fear in her husband's eyes about what Amanda might take away from them. She couldn't stay positive when she knew the world would always be against her. She couldn't stop the tears in her eyes. All she could do was repeat the hope her doctor had told her so she could assure her team, "Yeah. Just stress and high blood pressure. The second Amanda's gone, I'll be all good. There'll be a little Mears-Bishop brat running around before you know it."

Michael couldn't put much faith in his wife's words. Their friends might have been appeased, at least enough to grin softly and continue their planning. But Michael stared at his wife, desperately trying to understand the tears in her eyes. She wasn't sharing everything. She was so scared. He didn't think it all stemmed from Amanda. Something else had her absolutely terrified. But he wouldn't be able to get her to talk about it then. She wasn't going to talk unless they were alone. So all he could do to comfort her in the moment was assure the fear she knew about, "There's no way Amanda could know about the baby."

"I never told her. And this doesn't say," Indicating the photographic instructions, Sonya shook her head. She never shared her suspicions about Nikita's pregnancy. Amanda never said anything, and the hacker could claim plausible deniability. She still could. Nikita walking heartbroken out of a medical clinic didn't automatically mean she was pregnant; though, the image didn't leave much room for interpretation. There were only a handful of things she would've gone to a clinic for. Any other medical emergency could be handled in Medical.

"So all she knows is that I went to a medical clinic," Ignoring the looks directed at her as a result of her image, Nikita tried to think. It was far better than feeling. There had to be some story she could spin for Amanda- some explanation for why she was at a clinic. The only thing Nikita could think of sharing was that she was hiding something from Division. Besides a pregnancy, there wasn't much she could be hiding. A terminal illness was a bit far-fetched. And unless the team doctored medical records, they couldn't fool Amanda with the story. She needed more. She needed something Amanda would love to hear, "She wants me to fail, right?"

"What are you thinking?" The look on Nikita's face was well recognizable. Ryan barely had to glance at her to know that she was formulating a plan, and whatever she was planning was bound to bring the team trouble. But they couldn't afford to be picky. The other mole had to be found, Sonya's killchip had to be deactivated, and Amanda had to die. It didn't matter what crazy scheme got them there, as long as they had one. After all, with all they were looking at, only insane ideas had the power to get the team what they needed.

"What if I relapsed? Amanda would love it if I started to self-destruct now. I've been out of the field, my moods have been all over the place, I was captured sulking outside a medical clinic. We could convince her I'm back on drugs," Nikita suggested. Slipping into planning mode helped wipe the tears from her eyes. The more she thought, the less she felt. She remembered she and other junkies attempted to steal narcotics from clinics. Sometimes they were successful. Other times, not so much. If the team sold it right, they could convince Amanda that theft was the reason Nikita was at the clinic; she had relapsed hard and was looking for any way to score.

"How? And how did she get this picture? How exactly can we bait Amanda?" Alex didn't doubt they could convince Amanda that Nikita had relapsed. It was something the bitch would love to hear. And Alex recalled trying to steal drugs from clinics as well, so it was a believable story to spin about the picture. But how was the team supposed to tell the lie. Sonya couldn't share everything. And making Amanda believe something would require more than just words. They had to actually bait her with something, yet how.

"The Watchman! That's who took the picture, and that's who you think has been following you, Nikki. Amanda must have the Watchman in her pocket," Birkhoff sprung up in excitement. He couldn't believe he hadn't thought of it before. Amanda had been employing other former Division and Gogol agents. Of course she would utilize the Watchman as well. He was the perfect chameleon to tail the team, especially since Birkhoff and Ryan were the only ones who knew he existed, "He used to tail Division agents and rat them out to Percy and Amanda. Only they know what he really looks like."

At least the team knew that someone had been following them. The Watchman explained that paranoia, and how Amanda knew to ask for specific things from Sonya. What was left to figure out was how the team could use the Watchman to their own advantage. He had to be sending Amanda the pictures from somewhere. Maybe if the team tracked him down, they could find his hideout and track his communications to the bitch. They just had to trick Amanda into sicking her spy on them, so they could have a point to track him from. After a moment, Nikita had an idea, "Soon we will too. We just have to convince Amanda that I'm not okay."

"And in the meantime, capture the other mole," Birkhoff added. The team wouldn't get far in their schemes against Amanda if another mole was still running around. They also couldn't disable Sonya's killchip if someone was watching her every move. As they baited Amanda and the watchman, they had to continue their mole hunt. Ryan had an idea for how they could do that. They could study the agents' reactions to hearing Sonya rant about Amanda. Anyone with an unusual spike in anger or anxiety, could be seen as a suspect. The team could narrow the mole down from there by keeping them isolated and distracted.

While Ryan and Alex set that up, Nikita and Michael staged a fight Sonya could record for Amanda. The idea was that the bitch would become invested in the married couple's spat, and ask Sonya for more intel. At which point, she would let slip that she caught Nikita looking up the address for a nightclub known for high amounts of drug deals. There was no doubt that Amanda would send the Watchman to confirm the drama, so she could use it for later torment. The plan seemed perfect. It was simply the execution that left them a little shaky.

Nikita and Michael specifically didn't fare well after their fight. It might have been staged, but some of the clipped words they threw at one another hit too close to home. The two still hadn't talked about what happened at the clinic. Her lie didn't have him the least bit convinced. But she still wouldn't open up about it. And for some reason, he didn't push her too. They simply shared a sweet kiss to promise they never would fight like that, and separated to prepare for their operation. They would just have to find time later.

Whereas Nikita hoped later would be after they killed Amanda, Michael wanted their discussion soon. That decision was increasingly solidified as the two, plus Alex, moved to the nightclub for the next phase of their plan. Ryan, Birkhoff, and Sonya continued work on the second mole, while the other three baited the Watchman. Alex would be the one to eventually tail him, but Nikita was already working hard to capture his attention. She slipped into a junkie persona almost seamlessly. Hardly anyone would know she was acting.

Watching Nikita move across the nightclub didn't sit right with Michael. It wasn't because he was stuck in the balcony as she moved unprotected through the huge crowd. It wasn't because she was scantily clad and trying to get the attention of certain men. It wasn't even because she was pregnant (though, that thought did cause him some anxiety). Something about watching Nikita play a junkie just felt off. She had done it before. Michael had watched her slip back into the role as they battled the P9. However, the club was different. She wasn't just playing. She was actually aiming to buy drugs.

Obviously, she wasn't going to use them. She hadn't worked so hard to get clean and stay sober only to falter on that mission. Nikita was simply going to buy the drugs, let the Watchman catch her with them, then throw them away. But even the small act of buying narcotics could have huge ramifications. Michael could already see the toll it was taking on her. Her shoulders were tense, and each step was full of discomfort. She couldn't pretend she was still on drugs. She wasn't in the headspace for that kind of temptation, "Nik, I don't think this is a good idea."

"I'm fine," Nikita bit. She told herself she was just being curt, not hurtful. But even she couldn't convince herself of that. She had gotten to the point where she just wanted Michael to drop it. She wasn't the main focus anymore. It was all about Amanda. Her emotions could be sacrificed if it meant killing the bitch. Besides, she was used to checking out her feelings and becoming zombie-like to buy drugs. Years later, she could repeat the habit without problem. As long as she didn't think too much about that, she was fine. Catching sight of who she thought was the Watchman briefly staring at her helped with that distraction, "Alex, did you get him?"

"Oh, I got him," Alex's cocky voice soon filled the com. She spotted a man intently staring at Nikita the entire duration of her drug purchase. He didn't look like a cop, nor did he look like another dealer; he was in that club for a purpose. And once the deal went down, he left. Alex hastily followed after him. Birkhoff followed both of them through streetcams, helping the young woman track the man constantly changing his disguise. Eventually, they tracked him right to his hideout. Alex waited until he sent the pictures he had taken to Amanda before she attacked. She took him out, stole his equipment, and tracked the email straight to the bitch.

After making sure Birkhoff and Alex had their task covered, Nikita and Michael raced to Division. Again, he tried to talk to her. Yet she was too focused on solidifying their plans for the next phase. She didn't want to leave any room to chance. Not that time. Everything had to be perfect. She was begging for it. Alex had the Watchman. The rest of the scheme had to fall into place. They needed- she needed- it to be. Thankfully, Ryan supplied more of that hope once Michael and Nikita returned, "We've got the moles narrowed down. But it's not conclusive."

"Set up for the surgery. I can figure it out," Nikita instructed. They shouldn't delay disabling the killchip any longer. While Michael and Alex prepped for their kill mission. Birkhoff and Sonya had a surgery to prepare for. The chip couldn't be completely removed from the base of Sonya's neck without neurosurgery. However, they could disable it permanently with a scary looking needle and a computer. It simply took a lot of time. Nikita hoped to be able to distract the potential moles and root out the real one throughout the process. She had some ideas on how to pull that off. She just hoped it'd work in time.

Alex sprinted back to Division with the Watchman's gear and Amanda's location. She and Michael could start executing their plan. Nikita had the suspected moles corralled in a server room, doing tedious work until they broke. The first one to leave and hunt for Sonya had to be their mole. At least that was Nikita's working idea. With their time constraints, no one was going to find a better one. The team just setup for the killchip deactivation and kill mission. It didn't take long before everything was ready, and Alex sighed, "We have Amanda in our sights."

"And we got a line on the other mole. Dual mission?" With a self-assured grin, Nikita offered. Alex high-fived her in agreement. Their last dual mission was hardly a success. However, the team was more prepared that time. They had everything needed to catch the other mole, disable Sonya's killchip, and kill Amanda. A few more tweaks to their plans and a check of equipment, and the two separate teams were ready to go. Alex and Michael would handle Amanda on their own, limiting their agents for a surprise attack. Nikita would catch the mole as Birkhoff saved Sonya. And Ryan would watch after it all, ensuring it ran smoothly.

Before she could simply rush off with Alex, Michael gently pulled back his wife. They had time before they needed to start their missions- at least enough to talk about what was going on with her. The two shouldn't face Amanda, or moles, or anything without clearing the air first. Nikita so clearly didn't want to, however. The fear and hurt she had managed to smother returned when Michael pulled her close to him. Pain also seemed to surface as she moved. She didn't want to face her problems, even while in her husband's arms, "Hey. What's wrong? Talk to me."

She had begun to feel it in the nightclub. The pain in her lower back and abdomen that meant the worst was occurring. Her doctor had said she'd feel the symptoms before anything actually happened. And there'd be no way to stop them. She had to go to the hospital so they could help her through it. But she ignored it. She could easily excuse the pain as the cramps she had felt as a part of her morning sickness. She could also excuse it as stress. Once Amanda was killed, it'd all go away. Nikita was so sure of it. Amanda's death would fix everything. Her husband didn't have to worry. She'd be okay. She needed to stay okay, "Just ready to go home."

Coward.