So this season has just been piling on the awesomeness and tonight was no exception. Nothing gets me motivated like the end of another epic episode, leaving me impatient and very frustrated, especially with the whole Michael and Nikita stuff that is still happening! Now I just have to make it through another week… Cry! Next week's episode looks super awesome too though, with both Michael and Alex back in the field to save Nikita and possibly Michael's hand as well. Can't wait!
Her phone rang on the other side of the world. She glanced at the screen, frowning, pushing back from the table and moving into the next room for privacy.
"Yes?"
"Nous avons un problème."
"What kind of problem?" she demanded, sticking to English, already sure of the answer, but seeking confirmation.
"The kind that you warned us about," he replied with a gruff accent. "Her vehicle passed our sensors ten minutes ago and we have confirmation on the surveillance cameras."
"Just the one vehicle? Who else is with her?"
"As far as I can tell she's alone."
She paused. It was hard to believe; then again Nikita had surprised her before.
"Be careful, I doubt she came on her own, Division wouldn't allow it, and if they did Michael certainly wouldn't."
There was a moment of silence on the other end of the line. "How would you like us to proceed?" Marcel asked.
Amanda glared out at the rain that seemed to pour endlessly. She had obviously chosen the wrong season for Bali.
"Find out if she's alone, then take her alive," she finally decided.
"And if she has others with her?" he asked, "If we aren't able to take her alive?.."
She frowned at the phone in her hand.
"She can't know what we're doing," she told him, measuring her words. "Division can't find out…not yet, it would ruin everything that we've been working towards," she told him in her best imitation of calm. The door opened behind her and she turned to see Ari framed in the doorway giving her a questioning look. She smiled at him and held up a finger.
"I thought you wanted her alive.." Marcel said, half a question.
She shook her head, weighing the importance of all the factors involved, taking back division and more versus the pebble in her shoe that Nikita was becoming. Did it count as revenge if she wasn't alive to see it?
"Do whatever you have to do, just fix it!" she finally snapped into the phone, hanging up on him rather aggressively.
"Anything I should know?" Ari asked.
"Everything is fine," she replied easily with a false smile as she whisked past him.
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He hadn't been wrong. Brushing water from his eyes, he slid further back into the trees. He might have thought this would provide some sort of protection from the elements but the broad leaves seemed to have a habit of dumping collected water right on his head when he was standing directly beneath them. At least the trees provided accurate cover from unwanted eyes.
The house looked like something out of an advertisement for an exotic vacation if not for the rain. Right on the ocean and surrounded by palm trees and exotic plants that looked like they might try to kill you themselves, it was only the armed guards that walked the perimeter on a regular basis no matter the weather that provided any hint that something was off. It had taken him nearly a week to hunt the place down even with help from tech genius Birkhoff. Amanda seemed to have learned from her mistakes and gone deep underground. If persuasion hadn't been one of his strong suits he might never have tracked the place down, yet no matter how well hidden you were there were always connections being made, people who saw something, or sold something or knew someone.
Now, he had gotten himself so close that he had been able to make her out clearly, standing framed in the kitchen window, staring out at the rain with her phone to her ear, face twisting with anger and the occasional small smile, as fake as she was. He had seen Ari appear behind her, both of them in the same place once more; apparently they hadn't learned their lesson as well as he had thought. He watched them disappear back into the other room and dug out his binoculars to check the progress of the thugs on patrol.
He heard the gears on the garage door grinding to life, and crouched to the ground, already so completely wet and covered in mud that it didn't matter anymore. He doubted whether she would even recognize him were he standing right in front of her, not that that would stop her from pulling the trigger, or maybe she still wanted him for her twisted experiments.
Camera in hand he inched towards the driveway as the black sedan pulled out into the rain, a flash of signature red hair through the windshield proving that it was her in the driver's seat. Amanda never had been one to have other people do for her what she could do for herself.
He watched her drive away through the lens of his camera. Now all he had to figure out was what she was up to.
"Gotcha bitch."
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"Birkhoff?!" she practically yelled into the com, desperately hoping to hear his voice through the static. She tapped her earpiece sharply. Nothing happened.
Cursing, she fumbled in her pocket for her cellphone, speed-dialing ops. The phone rang once, then beeped at her mockingly, indicating no signal.
She had wanted to work this one out on her own, but being completely cut off somehow changed things, leaving her completely without options or a plan B, C or D. She also knew that there was no way Birkhoff's coms cut out unless it was intentional which meant she was in trouble. She hoisted the MP7 to firing height and swept her eyes over the woods in front of her. There was no going back now.