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Alex slowly moved backwards towards the coffee table. This was her chance; she could finally put her plan into motion. She leant over slightly and grabbed the marble statue off the table. She took a few breaths and raised the statue. With one swift blow, she brought the statue you down and struck Owen in the back of the head. It impacted with a resounding thud and a spray of blood. His body crumpled to the floor and he lay unconscious.
Both Michael and Birkoff lowered their weapons slightly. Nikita was stunned; had Alex really just knocked Owen unconscious? Alex smiled slightly at the bewildered look on all of their faces, 'really guys? You can lower your guns now.' Michael frowned and retrained his gun yet again. Nikita looked at Alex who smiled, 'what's going on Alex?' Alex walked over to Nikita and put the statue down. 'Well, I have been trying for months to get this son of a bitch but every time I got close he would get away. I knew if I was going to get him I would need help… and not just any help. I knew you would contact him when you found me again… use him as the sensible figure; to try and get me to see sense. All I can say is… You taught me well.' Nikita went to her and pulled her into her arms and held her tight. Michael and Birkoff were confused; what the hell was going on?
Birkoff frowned; this was all well and good but it didn't explain the alert. 'Ok… hold up… this may have been all just a part of some sick and twisted plan to capture cleaner here but that doesn't explain why I got an alert on a tracker… coming from… him.' Birkoff pointed at the unconscious Owen splayed out on the floor. Nikita released Alex and smiled, 'You got an alert because I tagged him last time we encountered each other.' Birkoff continued to frown and shook his head, 'that explains why I got an alert but doesn't explain why it shows up as an agent tracker from Division.' Alex walked over to Birkoff and handed him a tiny pill like chip. 'The reason it reads like a division tracker is because I took a whole bunch from division before I left on my adventure.' Birkoff looked at the device in his hand. 'Ok then…. Why did you put a tracker in him?'
Michael put his weapon down and went to restrain Owen. He didn't care what Nikita said. Alex had done this for a reason; put on this charade and now he wasn't going to risk their safety any further. He picked up the handcuffs of the rack Alex had been lying on and handcuffed Owen to an external pipe in the room. Nikita watched as Michael restrained Owen; she wasn't going to interfere. 'You guys really have been off the radar!' Nikita looked at Alex and smiled, 'Yeah well we thought it would be best… you know just until the entire country isn't searching for us.' Alex smiled and sat down on the sofa, 'Well he has been a little busy. The things he has been up to would even shame Percy if he were alive… He has been picked up by another government agency… nothing like before…not even Division…' Nikita frowned, 'what are you talking about Alex?'
Birkoff had an idea of what she was talking about, 'I've heard whispers…' Both Michael and Nikita turned their heads and looked at Birkoff with surprise. 'What are you talking about nerd?' Birkoff frowned in slight annoyance at the term, 'I've heard whispers of another black ops group… I don't know their name, who controls them or anything but they have some serious tech and agents. Even shadow net is having a hard time tracking who they are… But I'm afraid Alex is right… from what I've heard and tracked, these guys make Division look like family fun time at Disney land.'
Nikita frowned and ran a hand through her hair, 'Is it the shop?' Birkoff shook his head and hit a few keys on his keyboard, 'I've got eyes all over shop. After Amanda's little liaison with them, I got shadow bot to keep tabs on them… it's not them… another group has sprung up out of the ground.' Michael was confused; Division was the main artery of the intelligence community and not even the CIA could touch them, how come he was only hearing of this group now?
'Okay, so there is a new player in town, we know that much… but there has to of been whispers, a paper trail, anything before this? These types of things don't just spring up over night?' Birkoff leant heavily on the chair in front of his computer empire; he knew Michael was right but couldn't figure any of it out. 'I have checked Mikey… there is nothing. Not even a division back trace or any of my usually shadowwalker tricks have come up with anything. They just popped up and are barely visible.'
Michael looked over at Owen, 'well when he wakes up he will tell us what we want to know.' Nikita frowned. From Michael's tone she knew what was going to happen. 'Michael we can't..' Michael almost smiled and turned to look at Nikita, 'Yes… I can…. And I'm going to… with or with out you.' With that Michael went to gather what he would needed to get the job done. Nikita looked at Alex and birkoff for support but she found none. 'Guys? Come on. You know that Owen would die before giving up anything he believed in… Michael will kill him.' Birkoff nodded and sighed, 'Yeah we know Nikki but… after what he's done, and with what he is involved in now, Michael is only trying to do what's best for everyone.' Alex stood silent; she didn't care what happened to him, if Michael could get answers then he was going to let him.