NOTE: Hi everyone! So my updates may start getting a little slow, I'll try to keep for once or twice a week. Unfortunately, summer is over now...but I decided to post this although I did want to make it a little longer, I know you guys are waiting. I hope to keep getting reviews. Your feedback is much appreciated! I'm inching towards what you've been waiting for =) I'm still planning it out but I'll try to have something up again soon!

Setting the Plan in Motion

Owen, with great resentment, had a talk with Amanda. He held up his end of the bargain. He had butterflied in his stomach as he tried to give her a broad and general idea of the situation. After Amanda was satisfied with all that Owen had to offer, she let him go. The same two German men took him back to his cell. Amanda escorted them.

When they made it back, Owen was put into his cell and Amanda walked up to Alex.

"Have you thought about our offer Alex?" Amanda asked. Alex frowned at Amanda and stood face to face with her.

"I will say it again. There is no way that I will ever work for you, Amanda."

"Fine. It is your loss. If you don't make it out of here alive...at least you know I offered.

"If you care Amanda, why not help us? Why work against us?"

"We have different goals and those goals clash. So here we are." She turned to Owen.

"Thank you for holding up your end Owen. Now we are even." Amanda left the room. Alex turned to Owen.

"Sam! Are you alright?"

"Owen, it's Owen now..." He chuckled. "Again I should say."

Alex looked at him with shock. After all that time he spent making a point to be called Sam, now Owen is back?

"What? How?"

"I finally understand who I am Alex." He said gripping the bars of his cell. "I've always been Owen. I have so much to tell you about-"

"Wait-did Amanda tell you everything? Did she put you in her chair?"

"Well, yes, but it was real. I remember..."

"She could have done something to you-"

"No, we had a deal." Alex frowned.

"What kind of deal?"

Sam tried to think of the best way to tell her. No, no more lies.

"She told me that she would tell me who I am...in exchange for our plan." He watched as Alex's face twisted between shocked and anger.

"So you told her what we had talked about? How we are going to stop her. Sa-Owen, are you out of your mind?"

"I didn't tell her everything. I only told her that everyone was going to come here and try to help us escape. Alex, I had to know who I was...I had to."

Alex stood speechless. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. Nikita...everyone they could be in danger.

"Alex..." He said almost pleadingly.

"I trusted you," she said. "If you are who you say you are, if you are on our side, our friend, then why do that?"

Sam felt a pang of guilt. Do now, think about the consequences later. He had always been that way. And as usual it was coming back to get him.

"I'm sorry." He didn't know what else to say to make it right or prove that he was being genuine. He already betrayed them all before. He didn't deserve their trust.

Avet handed Birkhoff his tablet and he sat at a conference table with the team and the two CIA agents. They needed a room with a projector. Birkhoff turned on his tablet and opened a video.

"This is proof that Spencer is alive. We'll let you watch and we'll explain later," Birkhoff said and sat down. Watching Amanda on the screen and seeing Spencer's pleading eyes reminded them of the pivotal point in their search for Amanda. They new they needed to act fast- it was now or never. Avet and the two agents watched in horror.

"Who is this woman?" Avet yelled practically jumping out of his seat.

"Her name is Amanda. She worked for Division," Michael told him.

"And what does she want with the president?"

"From what we can piece together," Ryan began, "she kidnapped the real president and replaced her with a replica. She then tried to frame Nikita by putting her in the same room as the fake Spencer when she committed suicide. It was a contingency. She knew that Nikita wouldn't pull the trigger, but she had agent Stirling give her a gun, which put her at the scene of the crime. This had to have taken...a lot of time to plan, sir."

"But it just sounds ridiculous. Why go through all of this to frame someone?"

"She's had it out for Nikita since Nikita escaped Division and it's become a never-ending grudge ever since Nikita was able to take over Division and get rid of it for good," Sonya said.

"This 'replica'...who was this person?" An agent asked.

"Basically, Amanda works for another secret international organization called the Shop which specializes in creating new limbs made out of real flesh and blood from a person's DNA. They use prostitutes as...test subjects. Amanda specializes in mind manipulation so they took advantage of a woman from Germany and brainwashed her…"

The three men looked stunned. Birkhoff was displaying pictures and documents on the screen as proof of what Ryan was saying.

"How was she able to get ahold to President Spencer without anyone noticing?" One of the agents asked.

"We are still trying to figure that out, but we think it may have been at the G20," Michael said.

Avet sat there speechless for a moment completely baffled by the situation. He suddenly let out a chuckle.

"This is amazing."

"This has been apart of our poor lives for years and we've been dealing with problems with Amanda even before the president's so called assassination. Imagine how we feel," Birkhoff said.

"Sir how would you like to proceed?" An agent asked. After a few seconds of thinking Avet threw his hands up and leaned back in his chair.

"I...don't know how to go about dealing with this. I mean, it's a complete disaster. If any of this gets out to the public we are talking about a complete riot."

The team looked at each other with smirks on their face.

"Am I missing something?" Avet asked.

"See the thing is, Division was and still is a secret agency. We were trained underground and specialize in covert operations," Michael said as he stood up.
Ryan stood up after him.

"What Michael is saying is we can get this done in a quiet way. The public doesn't have to know about it," Ryan told him. A big smile spread across Avet's face.

"Then lets get started."

"But see the thing is, sir, we don't want things to be private. We'll handle the Amanda situation out of the public eye, but after we get president Spencer back, we are going public," Ryan said. Avet looked angry again.

"Not if I can help it."

"We were promised pardons by President Spencer back when we were in Division. But then she 'died' an itd derailed our plans of retiring and living on a beach somewhere…or my plans at least," Birkhoff added.

"And we would like those pardons back so we can live our lives the way we want now. We've been apart of this mess for years. It's time to end it," Sonya said standing next to Birkhoff.

"How is making this public going to help?" Avet asked.

"To the public, we don't exist. Division made sure of that so people wouldn't go looking for us," Michael said as Birkhoff put each of their profiles on the screen showing dates of death. "If we want our lives back we have to make ourselves and our situation known. No more secrets about us."

"If you go telling people about planned government assassinations that turned a blind eye to U.S law, it will cause a scandal," an agent said.

"We aren't looking to expose government secrets about kill missions. All of that evidence is destroyed. We just want to be known and not be on the run anymore," Ryan summed up. Avet cracked another smile.

"So you are basically setting up your retirement fund."

"We aren't looking for money. We just want to be able to live life and not hide who we are," Michael told them.

"But compensation for our dedication won't hurt," Birkhoff said under his breath. Avet looked up at all of them and began to chuckle again.

"I must say you all are very clever. So I can't do this without all of you? Well then," he sighed, "it's your operation. You tell us what you need and we can put our resources together to get his done." They all smiled. The agents looked shocked.

"These two are going to need access to computers, he is going to need a mobile com," Ryan said pointing to Michael. "And I need you to get together the biggest team you can."

"They are already on call. They are just waiting for my command."

"Perfect. Lets get this moving," Ryan said.

Once they were all set up, Ryan informed the soldiers of their targets and the people they needed to save, the President, Alex, Sam, and Nikita. They were on their way to strike. The match was being lit, a fire was about to begin, and there was no telling how they were going to stop it.