A/N - I don't own Nikita.
Nikita woke up when she heard the alarm clock and after rubbing the sleep from her eyes, she got out of bed, shivering in the cold air and was already yearning to go back to the warmth of her bed. Ignoring the urge, she went to the shower and rubbed herself down before she towelled herself dry and began getting herself dressed.
After slipping on her bra and panties, Nikita absently went through the motions trained and drummed into her mind by Division when they had recruited her.
Nikita had had a rough life, like so many of Division's recruits. Like many of them, she had been orphaned as a teenager, and she had turned to drugs to mask her grief and to throw it away like throwing a stone into a lake and using crime to pay for them. The halfway house run by Carla had helped her bring some of her sanity back. Well, at least until she relapsed and she ended up on death row for murdering a cop.
And that was where Division came in. They had been attracted to her and they had arranged to fake her death and cover it up, and they had spent three years training her to be an assassin under the close watch of her trainers. She wasn't alone. There were others like her, teens and young adults who had similar histories to her own, who had been recruited into Division with the same precision they did her.
She received training in fighting, with knives, her bare hands, and with guns. She learnt how to deploy poisons in the form of dust, powders and in liquids in darts. She learnt how to load a gun and how to fire it, and she learnt how to fight hand to hand. Her time on the streets had given her some basic training, but it was overshadowed by what she learnt thanks to Division.
They had trained her how to become a spy and how to look the part, how to blend in. She received training designed to make her look as feminine and as unassuming as possible, training designed to transform a tomboy into a girly girl who had a heart of stony ice underneath and who wouldn't hesitate to follow her mandate.
They had trained her to always look her best but they had taught her how to be discreet since sometimes the best assassin was the one who didn't draw any attention to herself.
After selecting a simple blouse and jeans, she put them on and she began applying her makeup. As she focused on the eyeliner, first of all, Nikita thought about her plans following Division's betrayal, which had begun around the same time she and Daniel had gotten together and began an illicit (in the minds of her handlers) affair with him in direct contradiction to their rules of not allowing relationships between agents.
Just…thinking about what those bastards had done to Daniel, whose only crime was to be the one who'd fall in love with her, a love that was mutual with her, nearly made her hand slip, especially after she remembered what had happened during her last assignment. She had very nearly been killed after she had committed her last hit, and it was a miracle she had gotten out when she had.
At around the same time that things went wrong, Nikita who was already wracked with worry about what could happen to Daniel, was part of an assassination to wipe out a family of Russian oligarchs, the Udinov family. She defied them by saving the life of Alexandra, an innocent girl whose only crime was being born into the family because she was the only heir to Udinov's oil empire. One of his rivals ordered the hit, but Nikita couldn't go through with it. She didn't have a problem with murdering people, but children went against the grain. Instead, she had given the girl to Udinov's friends for safekeeping.
Nikita closed her eyes as she paused applying her makeup for a moment, thinking about the sorry state she had found the girl. How had she ended up becoming a slave, a prostitute and a drug addict? How did it happen? The good news as far as Nikita was concerned was that Alex had managed to find a way out from under the slaver's control but her addiction meant she had to steal in order to pay for her fixes.
Nikita hadn't even known about the reality until her own escape from Division. She had found Alex more or less by chance, and she had helped the girl get clean. To Nikita, it was like looking into a funhouse mirror and seeing a distorted reflection. This girl was so much like her it was scary; both had been orphaned, and both had turned to drugs and crime, but the biggest difference was she had steered clear of prostitution. Alex received some training from Nikita in the hopes she would be found by Division, but she needed the mental training to endure what was to come.
Alex needed to join Division.
She needed a way of knowing what the Division's latest missions were and then she could stop them. Nikita had made her life goal the destruction of the organisation which had ripped away the love of her life away from her, and now she wanted them to pay. She had told Alex already that Division had a hand in her father's death but she had left her own part out of it conveniently. She knew if she told the girl, Alex would either turn on her or see Division as the best way of getting revenge herself. She knew it was not any better to use Division's own tactics, but at the same time, Alex would hopefully see that Division was the bigger enemy. They were the ones who prepared the hit on the Udinov family, Nikita was the one who carried it out.
Nikita took a deep breath as she finished up and went to the kitchen to prepare her breakfast. She had a lot to do before she began her plans to go after Division.