Thank you for all the positive reviews for chapter 1! I hope you enjoy this one just as much ^_^

Birkhoff awoke suddenly and found himself in a dark and dank room. He was disoriented, but he guessed he was in an abandoned warehouse, as he could see a tiny crack of light in the distance. He was seated in an extremely uncomfortable chair, and his legs were zip-tied to it. His hands were handcuffed behind his back, and the chair was bolted to the ground. Basically, he was stuck. His head throbbed like crazy, and he tried to groan, only then realizing that his mouth was duct taped shut. Panic finally set in as the memory of what had happened flooded back to him. He had been taken by Michael! Of all people! Nobody really believed it at first when word got out that Michael had gone rogue. But now, sitting in the dark, beaten and bruised, Birkhoff realized it was all too true, and he was terrified.

"Ah, good, I see you're awake." Birkhoff heard Michael's voice, but couldn't tell which direction it came from.

"M..Michael..?" Birkhoff called out into the darkness. Michael emerged from the shadows to the left of Birkhoff. He suddenly felt at ease, and he grinned at his captor.

"Jeez, Michael, you look like hell." He said jokingly to lighten the mood. Michael just looked at him in his usual demeanour. Always the same Birkhoff, even when he was captured, he still had to be a smartass. Michael produced a laptop from behind his back, and opened it in front of Birkhoff.

"I need access to Divisions files. Give me the codes, and I'll let you live." Michael dangled the computer in front of Birkhoff.

"Let me live?" Birkhoff nearly laughed. "If I do this for you, I'm good as dead. Percy will slit my throat and throw me to the wolves. You know I can't do this for you Michael, as much as I would love to help you in your little vendetta to take us down." Michael pistol-whipped him across the face to shut him up.

"Oh, did that upset you Michael? What's your endgame? You gonna take us all down by yourself, watch us burn, and then what? You know you're going to have to kill your way through everyone you know, right? I guess you'll be starting with me." Birkhoff sat back defiantly.

"You bring up some valid points, Birkhoff, but here's where you're wrong. I'm not working alone. I have an army behind me, and we're just waiting to strike. I have all the time in the world to watch Division burn, so I'm going to take my time." Now it was Michael's turn to look defiant. Birkhoff looked confused for a split second, but then spat out, "If you have an army then why do you need my codes, huh Michael? I call your bluff!" Michael just smirked at him and walked away. He decided to let Birkhoff sweat it out for a bit longer.

Meanwhile, many miles away, in Divisions underground training facility, Nikita was waking up a new recruit.

"But, why me? What do I have to do?"

Nikita sighed, if only she had a nickel for every time a newbie asked her this...

"Learn, for starters. How not to be a teen meth whore. How to walk, how to talk, but most importantly, how to serve your country. We start tomorrow at 6am." And with that, she turned on her heel, and walked out the door, leaving the new recruit to digest all the information. Nikita had high hopes for this one, who was found, high as a kite, just having murdered a low-life arms dealer that had been on Division's radar for weeks. A perfect recruit. No background, no family, in relatively good health (junkie habits aside), a fighter, but most importantly, a survivor.

"Okay, Michael, you win, I give up. Who are you working for?" Birkhoff's resistant was wearing down, but he was determined not to break. Michael just sat and cocked an eyebrow at him. The two men had been friends, once upon a time. They'd even gone out for drinks, just once though. How different a view it was, from where they were both sitting. Michael knew he couldn't hold Birkhoff forever, but he was just biding his time, and maybe letting out some repressed anger. He decided it was high time to set his plan into motion. He grabbed his syringe and walked over to Birkhoff. A twisted part of him enjoyed seeing the fear in Birkhoff's eyes, and seeing him squirm ever so slightly.

"Tell Percy, tell everyone, that I'm coming for them. They can join me, or they can burn down with Division." Michael shoved the needle of anaesthetic into Birkhoff. He was out before he could reply with something witty. Michael smiled to himself, and began to haul the dead weight of Birkhoff's body into a stolen truck. He was going to dump him at a playground.

"This ought to get their attention," he thought to himself. He had a long road ahead, but he was thankful he had an ally on the inside. A mole inside Division. His work was just beginning.

Once Michael was finished gift wrapping Birkhoff onto a swingset, he un-jammed the tracker signal, and left the scene of the crime.

Back at Division, Birkhoff's tracker blipped onto the screen, and Nikita was immediately dispatched to check it out.

"Where's Michael, Nerd?" Nikita nearly laughed at the site before her. She smiled to herself, and wished she could show Michael, but then she realized that he'd already seen it, having been the one who had tied up Birkhoff.

"He's long gone, Niki. Great work though. I was missing, what, 48 hours? Good to know you guys are on the ball." With that remark fresh from his breath, Nikita had cut him down in one fell swoop, and he fell and landed flat on his butt. She smirked. She had glad he was alive and okay, but she couldn't help but wonder what had happened.

She and Percy were being debriefed about the events that transpired, from his abduction, to his rescue. Something didn't seem right, so she piped up, "There's a reason you're still alive, Birkhoff. Why would Michael take you just to ruffle your feathers? There's got to be another reason."

"Hah! You're just jealous he didn't ask about you, babe." Birkhoff shot her a sideways grin, and Percy cleared his throat to set him back on track. Nikita shot him a glance, and the three of them went over, again, what had happened. Finally, Percy had decided to take things a little further, and called in Amanda, to have a full scale "sweep" of Birkhoff, and to get a clear idea of just how loyal his little computer tech really was. Nikita started to leave, but Percy called out to her, "Nikita. How's our new recruit doing? Number 13?"

"Good, sir. It's only the first day, but I see a lot of potential in Thom."