Ok guys, so sorry I haven't updated for weeks, I just didn't know How to continue the story. special thanks to Ayushi95 who helped me continue the story. So enjoy and REVIEW!

It was dark outside. Sean couldn't see a thing, he was suddenly in a forest with a deep musty smell filling his nose. He had no idea where he was going, but he knew he had to be there, like his entire existence depended on it. So he walked around aimlessly, tripping over logs. His feet becoming more numb with each passing moment. the cold almost unbearable now. Suddenly he heard his name, distant at first but growing louder and louder, more desperate. He started to panic, he felt as if time was running out, that helpless feeling that he had to make it otherwise he wouldn't be able to breath. Just then he saw a light, piercing through the darkness. It came from a door half-opened. He rushed towards it, the screams getting louder and louder. He burst through the door and saw Alex tied to a chair. She seemed so alive, so beautiful yet she had this hatred so evident in her eyes. He stepped closer to her,

"No!" She screamed
"But I have to untie you"
"Don't bother! I'm strapped to a bomb, nobody can help me, especially not you! And now I'll die just because you were stupid enough to get caught! You were weak Sean, and now I have to pay the price for YOUR mistakes" Alex said, the blame evident in her voice.
"But I can help you, just let me do it, I promise I won't let you die"
"Huh, like you promised your mother you'll protect her? Look where that got her. Truth is you failed me Sean! You failed me just like you failed her, you're the reason I'm dead!"
"No, no" he kept pleading
"YOU FAILED ME AND NOW I'LL DIE BECAUSE OF YOU", she kept screaming and just then the bomb under her chair exploded, with her voice still echoing, so accusing, so blaming.

Sean woke up with a start, he had fallen asleep again on the lounge sofa. It had been just another dream. Another reminder of his failure. Two days had passed since that night at division yet, for Sean it seemed as if time had stopped at that very instant when Alex closed her eyes, lying in his arms. He kept replaying that moment over and over again. He couldn't escape the pain, infact he liked it, almost welcomed it. It was like a constant reminder that she was real, what they had, was real. He hadn't slept in two days, because every time he closed his eyes, she was there, blaming him for her death. This dream had been the one of many that he saw as soon as he closed his eyes, not even finding sanctuary in sleep. But even in these dreams he found a morbid pleasure. He atleast got to see her, hear her voice and sometimes, if he got lucky enough, he got to touch her and kiss her. Sean was content living like this in the comfort of his memories. He was not ready for reality yet, not ready to live in a world without her.

"He hasn't spoken a word in 2 days, I'm starting to get worried about him" Nikita said gazing over her shoulder at Sean sitting on the sofa in the lounge.
"You have to give him time, right now it just doesn't feel real, to any of us", Birkhoff said, his eyes still glued to his computer screen. He was determined, now more than ever to chase down any possible lead that could get them closer to Amanda.
"I guess so, it's just looking at him like this, I feel responsible. Alex wouldn't have wanted this, and I had promised her that I would take care of him. Its like I'm letting her down all over again"
"Hey, don't do that to yourself, it was none of our faults but Amanda's, and we will make her pay" Michael said walking over to them, a little louder, intending for Sean to hear. He had thought about that night over and over again, going over every detail trying to think of ways that could have changed this outcome, but he only came up blank, one thing he couldn't understand was how easy their escape had been, it all seemed too convenient. Like they were ment to escape, as if it had been a cruel trick of the universe to give them one last victory before the ultimate defeat.

His thoughts were cut short by a loud beeping coming from Birkhoff's computers.
"GUYS! GUYS! I got it! A definite lead! I did it!"
"What!? Are you serious, where?" Nikita asked thankful to have something to do, it had been a habit of her to bury herself in work, when dealing with sadness. She had a goal, kill Amanda and right now she was focused, more than ever to achieve it.
"A Russian arms dealer, he used to sell weapons to division back when Percy was in charge. God! I can't believe they're buying from him again. I'm telling you guys he had the most amazing weapons, this one time he got..."
"Birkhoff, focus!" Nikita cried exasperated
"Right, Amanda. So apparently she's meeting him in person near the docks by the old shipyard at 08 00 hours. They used the same frequency and code language to communicate, that they used back when Percy was around. I had put an alert on it, in case somebody tried to use it again."
"Fine then, lets go, we have nine hours left." Nikita said, getting straight to business "and, good job nerd".
"But what if its a trap? I mean this wouldn't be the first time we walked into a trap, and you still haven't fully recovered from that gunshot. Do you think its a good idea to go back into the field?" Michael interjected. He knew how unreasonable and selfish he sounded, but he wanted to be selfish for her, if it meant that it would protect her. He loved Alex, but the truth was that she was gone. But Nikita was here and he wasn't going to let anything happen to her. He couldn't imagine life without her, because for him, there would be no life without her. So even now his first priority was the love of his life, vengeance was a very secondary thing for him.

"But we owe it to Alex, and Michael I owe it to myself, I don't think i can ever be at peace if Amanda still walks. So let me do this for me" Nikita countered, making an excellent point. She was ready for an argument subconsciously listing all the reasons why they should go tomorrow, but what she heard was very unexpected,
"Fine, so what's our plan of action" Michael asked
Shocked, all Nikita could say was " I love you"
" I know" , he said flashing a smile in her direction.

So, the plan was set, everyone planned or gathered ammo or triple checked the satellite feed of those docks, everyone did something. Trying to escape the grief. Everyone, except Sean, he just sat there on the sofa, not saying anything, not doing anything.
They had decided on a stealth approach. The element of surprise their only advantage . It was decided that Michael would use a sniper rifle with nikita on the field, covering his back. Initially it was decided that birkhoff would monitor from home but on his insistence that if they hinder their communications, he'd have more chances of restoring it, he would also monitor from a calculated distance. It was obvious that he wanted to make sure nothing he did would cost any of them their lives.
"Fine so now we'll have birkhoff in the van" Nikita said, annoyed at him for hijacking this two-man op
"Yeah, but we need someone in the van with him in case Amanda's goons decided to snoop around" Michael said, thinking of the tactical consequences of this sudden change in plan.
"I can handle a sniper, Michael why dont you sit in the van with Birkhoff" Nikita said, knowing that she was pushing her luck here.
"After what happen with Alex?! ABSOLUTELY NOT" Michael said, hating the fact that he was playing that card. The mention of Alex really brought everything back in perspective for everyone. Nobody had thought about that during the entire time they were planning. Now it was the name had brought back an eerie silence to the room. "Fine I won't stay and you won't stay, so how do you want to handle this?" Nikita said, half screaming in frustration.

"I'll stay with Birkhoff" Sean said, his voice barely audible but held the attention in the room. It had been two days since Alex's death and this was the first time he had said anything.
"Are you sure you don't want to sit this one out? I mean you've be through a lot. We'll completely understand if you don't want to go". Nikita said, worried about him.
"No, I have to go, it's Amanda. I've already failed her once, I won't do it again not when we have come this close."
"Sean you cant keep blaming yourse.." Nikita started to say
"Let's just focus on the mission, we can talk about the rest later" Sean dismissed her, not wanting to have this conversation.

The mission was a go with Sean and Birkhoff inside the van and Nikita and Michael in the field. Hours passed with no kind of movement. Nikita started to lose hope, thinking that maybe nobody was coming, maybe it was just a false alarm. Hours later when they finally decided to leave they saw two black SUVs pull up. Two men in black suits came out with one in a grey one following them with a huge black suitcase. That must have been the weapon. On the other side, Amanda approached him followed by two other guards.

As soon as Nikita saw Amanda, her heart started racing, she finally realized why she couldn't handle the sniper, she just wanted to rip Amanda's head off. While the two continued their meeting, Michael adjusted his sniper to get the perfect shot. Unfortunately he had to wait for the man in the grey suit to leave. In the van, Birkhoff was freaking out at how calm Sean was during this whole affair.
Once the deal was made, the men left, as did two of Amanda's guards. Michael had the perfect shot, he got ready to pull the trigger when another figure blocked his shot. It was Sean!
"WHAT THE HELL IS HE DOING?!" Michael exclaimed, his temper rising
"Uh.. Guys you better get down here, things don't look very well" Birkhoff said over the com.r
Michael and Nikita rushed down just in time to counter Amanda's goons who were ready to attack Sean, who, now seething with hatred held Amanda at gun point.
"Sorry Michael but killing her is the one privilege that I would like to reserve for myself".
"Oh Sean, you really think you can kill me? Why don't you just pull the trigger but with me would die the truth about Alex's death" Amanda said, freakishly calm considering the circumstances
Sean let his guard down, not expecting this "what are you talking about, YOUR recruits are the reason she's death, there no other truth"
"No that's just a story Michael told you" Amanda said.
"Don't listen to her! Just pull the trigger you have the chance just do it, she's just playing mind games with you" Nikita said now standing right beside him.
He was just about to do it when he saw a woman standing behind in the shadows. At first he couldn't make her out but when he finally did, he was taken aback by what he saw, it was Alex, her beautiful smile, her hair, her eyes. It was Alex, here in the real world smiling at him from the background with a gun in her hand pointed at Nikita. Sean was shocked and even happy, but he saw the gun he tackled Nikita to the ground just in time for the bullet to just graze her left shoulder.

He was confused and hurt. Alex just tried to kill Nikita. And Alex was ALIVE! Eventhough she had died in his arms. He couldn't believe it so he rushed towards her, not caring about anyone or anything but her. He had seen Alex, that was enough for him. Amanda managed to escape again in this chaos much to Michael's annoyance. But as Sean reached that place, there was no one there. But he wasn't disappointed or hurt, he had seen her, he knew it was her, and now he could find her.

Meanwhile, in Montreal, as Amanda stepped out of her jet, she seemed annoyed at the disturbance. Nikita had to die at the hands of Alex, today. She had planned for weeks for this. Angry, she made her way to a division safe house.
As she stepped into the dark basement she asked victor, the man in charge, an ex-cleaner how the situation was.

"I hope you've been taking care of our guest" Amanda said.
"Ma'am it's been three weeks, what do you want us to do with the girl, she's honestly been tied to a chair the entire time, and we know she wont tell us anything, so how do you want us to proceed." victor said a hint of concern in his voice, it seemed as if he had sympathy for their guest.
"I know, but we have to try, also, don't kill her just her just yet, I need her alive for something. And victor, don't tell me you're going soft now" Amanda said, rushing down
"No, absolutely not" he said, fearing that she'd just kill him if he showed any form of concern. This woman was psychotic and he didn't want to upset her. But he still felt sorry for the stranger down there who had been tortured and questioned for the past weeks.
As she reached the bottom stair, she turned the light on, a single bulb flickered to life eliminating the darkness. A figure sat there slumped on a chair unconscious. Amanda took a bucket of water and threw it on her. She woke up with a start, gasping for air. Bruises evident on her wrists and neck. She sat there squinting, evident that she hadn't see light for days. Amanda slowly stepped towards her, smiling at her own victory, looking at this broken girl. She said:

"Hello Alex, hope you're enjoying your stay here."