NOTE: This is probably the fastest I have updated. I found time to work on it today and decided to post it (thanks to Ayushi95) haha! This only focuses on a few of them, but you will see all of them in the next chapter or two. I'm still trying to develop the rest. And you guys have been awesome! Let me know what you think! Glad you are enjoying it! OMG! Thanks for telling me that I accidentally posted the same chapter twice Kiara! Here it is! More coming soon!

Captured

Alex put her phone back into her hidden pocket and acted like she was still unconscious. One of the tall German men decided to wake Sam with a punch to the stomach. Sam coughed from the hard blow and was forced to his feet.

"Get up!" she heard one of them say. Her heart was beating rapidly. If they were already beating them up, she knew that this wasn't going to go nicely. A man leaned over and gave her a few light taps on the face, and she opened her eyes.

"Come on," he said. She was surprised he didn't hit her as hard. He grabbed her arms and put them in cuffs before walking her into what looked like a regular office building. "She's waiting for you," the man said with a thick accent. They only person he could be talking about was Amanda. A lump formed in her throat and she tried to swallow it down, but her mouth was dry. She was terrified. The last time Amanda got ahold of her, she caused a lot of damage. Alex had been vulnerable before, and some of the same scars existed. But now, she was aware of them, and she knew that in order for her to survive, she needed to look passed them. Amanda can't use them against her again.

She had been deep in thought until she was brought into the facility through a back door and lead through a hallway. Sam was in front of her being led by two men on each side as he dragged himself along. The men knocked on the door at the end of the hallway and waited. When the door opened a man in a suit who looked exceptionally well put together was standing there.

"Come in gentleman..." he let the two men pull Sam into the room. He saw Alex and gave her a sly smile. "And lady." Alex stared into his eyes and got chills when he reminded her of Semak, the man who took her father's life away. Alex was led into the room and pushed forward. She stood next to sam still handcuffed. For the first time, she was able to look Sam in the eyes. He looked at her and nodded with a little smile. She could see the weariness in his eyes, but he was trying to be strong. She wanted to touch him. Instead, the just nodded back. The men were told to leave the room and the door closed. Alex noticed how neat the room was. It looked like an interior designer put it together. Amanda. Alex looked over and saw Amanda standing behind a desk. She was smiling her devilish smile.

"Alexandra Udinov, we meet again," she said as she walked up to her. She glanced over at Sam and her smile disappeared. "And Sam. Welcome. How did you like my newly built facility?"

"You mean your replica of Division? It made me sick to my stomach," Alex retorted. Amanda smiled.

"Don't worry. You will come to enjoy it again."

What? Alex thought to herself.

"So...this is Alexandra Udinov? I finally get to meet you," the man in the suit said and walked up to her.

"Who are you?" Alex asked.

"You can call me Jones," he smiled. "You know, I am very impressed by you, but I must also add very infuriated. Dominik Bauer was a great asset to my organization."

"You mean the women he sold to you were a great asset to your organization." he stared at her and sat on the leather chair in front of them.

"Precisely. Tell me, how do you know so much about us?"

"I did my research."

"You both are Division."

"Was Division," Sam said finally speaking up.

"That's what we wanted to talk to you about," Amanda said.

"So, Ms. Udinov, I understand that you are working for the United Nations as a diplomat. You have come a long way certainly. You even detached yourself from Zetrov," Jones said. Alex felt exposed. How did he know so much about my life?

"What are you getting at?"

"Well, honestly you are a very resourceful woman. I was hoping you would and your friend would consider being allies to our organization," he said and looked over at Amanda. Sam scoffed. Alex couldn't help but laugh.

"Wait, are you joking?"

"Alex, it would be a great opportunity," Amanda said.

"It is horrible what you are doing to those girls. Coercing them into becoming research subjects. I don't even want to know what you are doing to them."

"We use them for the advancement of science. Without them, I don't think we would have found such ground breaking discoveries." Alex avoided his eyes and looked passed him to the window covered by thin white curtains. She cut her eyes at him.

"My goal is to take you down. The Shop and especially Amanda. If you really think I would work for you or with you, you are sadly mistaken. You set Nikita up, and they are going to make sure she gets out of this. Then, they are going to come after you."

"I'd worry about watching your back if I were you instead of trying to recruit former agents for your new Division," Sam said to Amanda.

"You mean former agent. You were just a low-life cleaner."

"Which means I can clean you after Nikita is done with you," Sam retorted. Amanda glared at him.

"Have them taken to holding," Amanda said to Jones.

"Wait-" Sam said. "I need to know something. I want to know what you did to me. I want to know who I really am."

"Are we really doing this again, Sam?" Amanda scoffed.

"You are hiding something from me."

"Get him out of here."

Jones walked over to the door and the three men came back inside. They grabbed Sam and Sam decided to shove one of the men with his shoulder. The man grabbed him and forced him out of the door. Amanda stopped the third man from grabbing Alex.

"Think about our proposal, Alex. Remember, you have to lead your own life away from Nikita," she whispered to her and then let the man take her.

CIA HEADQUARTERS-Langley, Virginia

All of them walked into the CIA. Ryan walked up to the receptionist. The blond woman looked at up at him in surprise.

"Fletcher?"

"I need to speak to the director of CIA, Avet" he said to her.

"But-you can't just..."

"Tell him I need to speak to him now. He will be interested in what I have to say." She did what he said and paged him. They were all taken through security. They didn't even bother to bring any weapons. Security led them into a conference room. They all sat quietly. Birkhoff held Sonya's hand under the table. He could tell that she was nervous. Michael and Nikita sat staring at the door, waiting for Avet to enter the room. Ryan was wondering how Avet was going to react when he saw him again. The last time he saw Avet, he had a gun pointed at his chest when he made a rash and extremely risky decision to help Nikita escape the CIA. It's time. He prepared himself. Just then, Avet came into the room and was surprised when he saw five people sitting there waiting for him. They all stood when he entered the room.

"Fletcher?"

"Sir, please-"

"You came knocking on the wrong door. I should have you put in cuffs."

"Sir, I know I have caused a lot of trouble, but if you could just listen to what we have to say..." Avet scanned all of their faces and immediately recognized Nikita.

"You," he pointed at her. "You also should be put in cuffs for breaking into the CIA!"

"Sir, with all due respect, I came into the CIA to save you, Ryan, and everyone else who was in the skiff room that day. If you would have stayed in there the nerve toxin would have killed all of you. I'm not trying to say I went about things in the right way, but I'm saying the job was done and we need your help, now." Avet looked between Nikita and Ryan.

"What is it that you need?" he asked.

"You are looking for the person who killed Kathleen Spencer," Nikita said. "I am the one in the picture." Avet's eyes grew wide and he called for security. "It was all Division!" Avet looked at her.

"Division? Percy is dead."

"Percy died but Division didn't," Ryan said. Avet had a confused look on his face. "Sir, you have to listen to us, someone from Division is behind the president's death and is trying to gain access to the government." Within seconds men were bursting through the doors before Ryan could finish his sentence. They put handcuffs on all of them.

"Sir, we can explain the situation," Ryan said trying to look up at him even though he was pinned to the ground.

"I'm done listening to you Fletcher," Avet said as they were all led out of the room and into holding cells.

Ryan and Nikita were across from each other in holding. Ryan leaned against the wall and sighed.

"That could have gone better."

"It's alright. I expected this to happen. They are going to interrogate us. We can explain everything then."

A guard came to her cell and opened it. She was led into a room and handcuffed to the table. Avet entered the room with a frown on his face. He threw a picture on the table of Nikita walking into the oval office, the picture the had shown on the news. He sat down across from her and put his finger on the picture.

"This is you?" he asked her.

"Yes." Avet chuckled.

"So, you are turning yourself in?"

"You don't understand. I said that it was me in the picture, but I am not confessing to a crime."

"What do you mean? The president was shot during the time that you were there. Susan Mason, which I assume is a fake name, because when I met you, you weren't a professor."

"You know that Division is real."

"Was real."

"Until a couple of months ago, Division was still alive and kicking, but instead of being led by Percy, it was led by Ryan."

"Fletcher?"

"Yes, and by the president's approval."

"We were not informed of this."

"You were not informed of this. There are people in the CIA who kept Division under wraps before. I'm sure there are people doing it now. But I am not Division. However, I was framed for the crime by someone who once controlled Division. I never pulled the trigger. The president committed suicide." Avet laughed and leaned back in his chair.

"And you expect me to believe that?"

"Yes, because it is the truth."

"This is preposterous."

"No, what is preposterous is that I was forced into going to the White House to kill the president, and was aided by Agent Stirling of the secret service who gave me a gun. He was taking orders from a woman named Amanda who is a former Division trainer, I guess you can call her. She is the real enemy and she is working with a secret international organization called the Shop. She plans to recreate Division where she is in complete control and has no government restriction."

"You sound like Fletcher."

"And Fletcher was right when he said that Division existed." Avert looked Nikita in the eyes. He could see how serious she was.

"And why should I believe you? You are a criminal."

"I have proof that everything I am saying is true. It's only a matter of time before you take us out of these handcuffs and you let us help you."

"I think you are done," Avet said and had her sent back to her cell. Nikita wasn't sure if she got through to Avet, but it was only a matter of time, she hoped.