Honestley, this chapter is thinly based off of the show Nikita (Look it up on Netflix.) I'll post the wiki link at the end of the chapter. Some of the characters I bought from the show?

Amanda~The etiquette teacher, also called 'The Inquisitor'.

Birkhoff~The computer nerd. Think of him like Artie on Glee? Knows..just about everything having to do with tech.

Michael~The one who controls all the missions. Like the Underboss in a Mafia Crime? Catch my drift.

AND THEN THERE'S...

Nikita~The badass rogue agent. But here she's a bit more toned down, and will play a special part in this (area of the) story.

I don't own Vampire Academy OR Nikita. If I had my way, Rose and Christian would have been married now, Dimitri would be dead (SORRY!) and Nikita would've killed Owen. -initiate pout-

RPOV

At the moment, I was punching the hell out of a trainer I was provided. Apparently, Belikov was only supposed to capture me, but everyone else was there. I had to help him infiltrate Stan's party, and intercept the agents I sent out to get Tasha, the daughter. I kicked the trainer in the neck and he was down.

"Rose, don't kill him!" Dimitri yelled.

"Shut the fuck up, Belikov!" I screeched. His co-workers giggled and I glared at them. The party was in a few days, and I had to go to etiquette next. That meant 'putting on high heels and looking pretty!' as Lissa put it. I groaned, walking out of the room and finding my way to Amanda, the etiquette teacher. I passed the computer lab, and saw Birkhoff yelling at some poor recruits.

"Hey, nerd, give them a break. I didn't even do this, and I've kicked more ass in an hour than you've kicked this far into your lifespan." I said. He paled and the recruits snickered at him. I turned, and came face to face with Amanda.

"Shit." "Shit is right. Where were you?" "Wonderland?" "Do you have Tourette Syndrome too?"

I snickered, and shook my head, letting her drag me to her office. She cleaned me off and put me in a pair of high heels. And an open-backed ankle length sundress. The party was being held in Malibu, at Stan's beach house. And last time I checked, it was hotter than a baked chip in the desert. See what I did there? Anyway, I had to walk around a bit and get used to the shoes. I also had to get a gun in and out the inside pocket without being conspicuous, and I aced it. Then I had to go to Mission Planning. I walked out, and stuffed my earphones in my ears, but not listening to any music.

"Rose!" Michael yelled. I turned and waved. "Mitchell! Wassap?" I never bothered to learn his name. He was Mitchell, Amanda was Miranda Priestly and Birkhoff was Nerd. Michael frowned and dragged me off to Mission Planning. We went over the basics, how I had to 'intercept and take out' my agents. Psh, like that would happen. I yawned, as we went over the plan about five times. He then dismissed me. I went back into the training area. I walked pass Dimitri, putting my earphones back in and playing music. Shame For You by Lily Allen was on. As I was kicking a punching bag, which sounds very weird, I felt someone behind me. Before I could react, Dimitri pulled the headphone jack out of the iPod, so the music was blaring out loud for everyone to hear.

"Please don't come around and knock on my door,
'cause I don't want to have to pick you up of the floor.
When you ask if we can still be lovers,
I'll have to introduce my brothers.
Think that they could teach you a lesson or two,
By the time they've finished you'll be black and blue.
You'll be crying like a baby,
A sea of tears they'll call the navy in."

I snorted, then paused the song, kicking Dimitri in the shin.

"What the fuck do you want?" I practically snarled. He rolled his eyes, grabbing my arm, set on dragging me away. I planted my feet on the ground, and wrenched my bicep from his grasp. He turned and growled under his breath. I put on a mask of fear, putting my hands over my heart.

"Oh, the big bad Russian's gonna take me to Amanda if I don't behave. I'm so scared." I said, sarcasm dripping from the sentence. I turned from him, and began practicing my kicks again, but he span me around. He hoisted me up over his head, with my feet in his face.

"ADRIAN! CHRISTIAN!" I yelled, kicking Dimitri in the nose with my foot. He dropped me as soon as Christian caught me. Adrian ran in, and saw Dimitri on the ground, blood gushing from his face. And a crowd was starting to form. Adrian walked up to Dimitri and stomped on his hand, an effective CRACK! ringing out. I winced, fisting Chris' shirt in my hands and smothering my face in the crook of his neck. I heard more noises and some yelling, and I looked back up. Dimitri had gotten back up, and he was grappling with Adrian. At the moment, Adrian was down, and Dimitri was about to break his ribs. In a matter of seconds, I sprang from Christian's grip and hugged Adrian, my face in his chest. And the searing pain in my back was Dimitri fracturing my spine.

The last thing I heard was a raw scream that didn't sound human.

I woke up, to see Dimitri's face only inches from mine, like he was about to kiss me. My eyes widened, and so did his. I punched him in the nose, re-breaking it. His strangled cry woke Christian, Lissa and Adrian up from their slumbers in the hard hospital chairs. Well, Adrian was sharing a double bed with me, so we were basically on top of one another.

"Roza!" Dimitri yelled, glaring at me.

"Glare at me all you want, fugly, you shouldn't have tried to make out with me while I was sleeping just now, PERV!" I exclaimed. I tried to sit up, but couldn't. I looked down to see almost two rolls worth of medical tape wrapped around the bundle of nerves in my lower back. My head slowly went back up, and everything came back to me. When I came back, Lissa was poking me, Adrian was gripping my hand, Chris was shaking my shoulder, and Dimitri was slapping me in the face.

"STOP!" I yelled. They all let go or stopped what they were doing. I grabbed a pillow and held it over my face, intent on dying. Adrian pulled it off of my face and I sighed, putting my arms on my face.

"When's the mission?" I asked.

"A week." "I'll be good by then." I said. They all protested, but I shut them up with a look. Then I glanced at Christian.

"Help me up." I commanded. He reluctantly stood me up, and let me stand on my feet.

"Rose, it takes a person weeks to recover from-" "Do I look like a regular person!?" I snapped at Dimitri, about to lunge at him. He backed up, arms raised, nodding. "Alright. I'm sorry." He said, sitting in a chair.

"Damn straight." I muttered, before sighing and massaging my temples. "How bad is the break?" I asked.

"Well, the doctor said it's just a fracture, so, they'll have to do a surgery later today to fix and harden the bone. Other than that, I think that's it." Lissa said, shrugging. I nodded, throwing on my clothes, tying my shoes and walking out. "Where are you going!?" Christian called after me.

"To go sabotage this mission, and get the girl."