NOTE: Okay everyone...I know you are probably frustrated with me, I am frustrated with everything that I have to devote my time to that keeps me from spending time writing. I really miss summer...I don't have a lot of time to do much nowadays but I managed to put this together. I am working on the next chapter. I wont get your hopes up and say that the next update will come soon, but I'll say that I'll try my hardest to write over the weekend. Anyway, thanks for reading and pushing me to write. Hope you enjoy!
Control
The men dragged Nikita into Amanda's office and pushed her forward. She met eyes with Mr. Jones, who was sitting cross-legged with his hand under his chin.
"So, this is the famous Nikita," he said.
"I wouldn't say famous."
"Maybe I wouldn't have either if it weren't for the fact that you are the most wanted criminal in the United States."
"I guess I can thank Amanda for that."
"Correct. I'm sure you know now that it is all over. We will turn you in to the authorities and that'll be the end of this cat and mouse game we are playing."
"Who is the mouse?" Nikita asked slyly. A smirk formed on Mr. Jones face.
"I guess we can decide that once we see who comes out on top."
"We'll see," Nikita said returning the smirk.
"Strap her down in that chair," Amanda told the man holding Nikita while pointing at a chair against the wall and across from Mr. Jones. The two German men nodded at each other and the one Nikita shot left the room. The man still had blood coming from his wound.
The man strapped Nikita down and left the room.
The phone in the office began ringing and the flat screen television flickered on. Amanda walked over and answered the call.
"Yes."
"Amanda is Jones there with you?" A voice was heard from the television. It was a man's voice, but only an outline of the man's face could be seen.
"There has been a change of plans," Amanda turned to Jones.
"What do you mean?"
"I received some information from Owen. Apparently, Nikita's other...friends are in the process of planning a strike on this facility." Nikita's heart dropped. Owen. He did tell her…
"How did they even find the facility? We put it in the location for that specific purpose so that it couldn't be found." The voice began to sound irritated.
"It is not going to be a problem because we are going to give Nikita to the police."
"And how are you going to explain your facility? And the fact that President Spencer is alive? You cannot turn Nikita over to the police. She's going to talk."
"They won't believe her."
"You aren't sure of that Amanda. They could investigate and come looking for us," Jones said.
"Clearly I have given you too much power over the situation. You have dug yourself into a hole. You should have gotten rid of Nikita and her friends when you had the chance to."
"I can handle the situation—"
"No, I have had enough of you. Jones you are in charge of making sure Spencer is transported to another facility, Allen remains president, and the police only find Nikita. I want you to evacuate. That way when they find Nikita, they will realized that their time was wasted and nothing is to be found. Understood?"
"Yes, sir."
"What about our deal? I want to have control of Division—"
"Oh, that reminds me, Nikita was supposed to be killed. If she had been killed before, we wouldn't have to deal with this mess. As far as I am concerned, you have not kept your end of the bargain. You just added unnecessary complications. As of right now, we are not creating your facility. I'll reconsider after we handle this situation."
"Our plan—"
"This discussion is over. Get it done." The TV shut off. Amanda stood there with her back turned away from Nikita and Jones. She slowly turned walked over to her desk and sat down.
"We are proceeding as planned." Amanda said to Jones.
"What?
"We are going through with our original plans." Jones scoffed.
"You are just going to ignore your superior? You made a deal with the Shop. If you go against our decisions you are putting yourself at risk—"
"Listen, I was promised something, something that I want more than anything. No one is getting in the way of that. You are either with me or against me."
"You have been doing a lot without even speaking with me. There is no reason for me to help you. I am evacuating this facility. I should burn it down." Jones stood up and turned to walk out of the door. Amanda stood up with a 9mm in her hand. She aimed it at Jones's head and shot him point blank at his right temple. He collapsed to the ground. Nikita gasped and would have jumped out of her chair had she not been in retraints. What the hell? Nikita looked at Amanda in shock.
"No one is going to get in my way. Not anymore."
"Amanda you can't kill your way to what you want."
"But I have to. I didn't do what I should have before to keep Division. I should have killed Percy and Birkhoff and Michael…and you. Just like my father and my sister…"
"No, you're wrong. You can end this right now. You can stop this. It isn't right Amanda. You can't win now. You are going to have the Shop after you, the U.S. government. It is too late to make another Division." Amanda stood in front of Nikita. "We can end this together." Amanda chuckled.
"Stop putting up the act, Nikita. You know your not getting out of this one. I know what you are thinking, Michael and your friends and going to come bursting in here and rescue you, but I've already planned everything out. You managed to get away from me last time, but this time it is not going to happen. You are going to get what you deserve."
"And what is that, Amanda? I've spent so much time trying to take you and Percy down. Trying to take down Division and get everyone out so that they can live their lives. What makes you think I'm at fault? I'm not the villain."
"Nikita you are not innocent. You and everyone else in Division got there for a reason. Jail was the punishment. Division was an opportunity, a chance for all of those people rotting away in jail to make use of something they had no problem with doing, killing."
"Regardless of what any of us have done, we should not be forced to kill."
"Well, no one had a problem with doing it before coming to Division."
"That's different."
"How?"
"I didn't want to kill that cop!" Nikita thought back to when she shot the detective who shot Sammy.
"But you did."
"I did it because he hurt someone that I loved."
"Is that your excuse?"
"It is my explanation. I was on drugs. If I were clean…"
"None of it would have happened. Well, you weren't clean. In fact, I was the one who helped you not only rehabilitate, but I gave you purpose. I showed you who you could be. Division was your blessing Nikita."
"No," she shook her head.
"Admit it." Nikita looked Amanda in the eyes.
"And what was Division to you? Was it your blessing?" Amanda didn't say anything. "It is just your crutch—your way of feeling like you are in control."
"I was controlled my whole life. My father controlled me…Percy. I never had anything of my own."
"No, you haven't. Your father shouldn't have done those horrible things to you. What he did was unforgivable. And Percy—he was a narcissistic tyrant, but you have a chance to be something better. Better than your father and him." Amanda stood there staring at Nikita.
"We are almost there," Michael said into his earpiece to Birkhoff.
"Put your game face on, you are about to go into the battleground. I'm sure Amanda is waiting for you if Nikita has already made it to the lair," Birkhoff told him.
"We're getting Nikita out of there. Alex and Sam and President Spencer too. Let's stay focused guys." Michael said while sitting in the back of a large van with the marines.
"Good luck," Sonya said into the headset. The van stopped and Michael got ready to get out of the van. The men all ran out. Michael was getting ready to follow behind when one of the men pushed him back.
"You can stay here. It is too dangerous."
"W-what?" He scoffed. "I'm going in there. I am trained to do this."
"No, we are going to go in and do everything. You stand on guard."
"That was not the plan. The plan was to—"
"Stand down!" The man yelled and left the van. Michael stood there bewildered.
Birkhoff looked up at Avet who stood over them at the computer.
"What is going on? Why isn't Michael going in?"
"We have orders not to let anyone else into the building. They have four people to rescue—"
"Let him in or I won't lead this mission. We held up or end." Avet sighed and bent over to talk into the microphone.
"Let Michael enter the facility, but you are not responsible for him. Focus on the targets." Birkhoff wasn't satisfied with that but he let it go. He'd have Mikey's back.
"Let's end this Amanda…" Amanda stood there with the gun hanging from her fingertips. She had tears in her eyes. Nikita knew that she was giving in. Then, they heard a loud but distant explosion. Amanda turned on the television showing all of the security camera footage. Soldiers were entering through the back entrance of the building. Amanda turned to Nikita and began untying the restraints.
"Let's go get Alex and Sa—" Amanda smacked Nikita across the face with her gun.
"Shut up." She made Nikita stand up and held the gun to her side. "Walk."