"Okay, Nerd… Amanda's in a police car, right? Try to get a line on the tracker… see where it's going," Nikita tried to steady herself with a deep breath of air, yet that only seemed to exacerbate the sting in her lungs. She was left fighting a cough and her anxiety as she instructed Birkhoff on what to do. The worst thing they could do right then was let their fear get the best of them. Amanda had Alex. Yes, that was a horrifying fact. But the team had to push forward. They couldn't stop to panic. They had to track down Alex immediately- before it was too late.

"I'll have to comb through the entire PD's squad cars. And that's assuming Amanda didn't disable the tracker like Alex's," Although Birkhoff warned Nikita of the limitations of her idea, he still followed her order. Amanda had Alex; the team couldn't discount any plan that could help them save one of their own from the worst enemy they had ever faced. Hell, Birkhoff would hack the entirety of Switzerland if that would save Alex. Nothing was too changeling or impossible. If the team ever thought like that, it'd be admitting defeat. And they weren't quitters; they never gave up. Especially when a member of their family was in danger.

"Then we'll see what mysteriously dropped off the radar… pick up her trail from there… I'm gonna see what I can find on the ground," Continuing to stifle her coughs, Nikita advised. Even if Amanda disabled the police vehicle's tracking system, the report of a mysteriously missing squad car would point Division in the right direction. Amanda had to have been working on the fly. There was no way she had planned that specific kidnapping all out to remain invisible. She was bound to leave breadcrumbs. And Nikita was determined to find them.

"No, Nikita. You need to get back here. You have no backup," Michael immediately negated her plan. Ideally, Nikita should have remained in the field instead of wasting several hours flying back to Division. Yet that was not an ideal situation. Division had no intel besides the fact that Amanda had taken Alex (and they were mostly running on assumption- a pretty strong assumption- there). They also had no agents in the field besides Nikita, who had almost died less than an hour ago. Nothing helpful would come from Nikita staying in Switzerland. In fact, Michael had the feeling that things might get worse.

"And neither does Amanda," Nikita reminded Michael. The last of Amanda's hired guns had been wiped out. She had no money to fund another army; she didn't even have the money for one goon. Ari's frozen accounts had left her scrambling. Until she was all alone. She had no one to do her dirty work for her. She had no one to protect her. She had no one to hide behind. Yes, Nikita was alone in the field. But she had an entire organization at her back. She had all the power then, not Amanda. Finally, the bitch was going to feel her wrath.

"Get me the fastest flight to Geneva. I'm going out there," It took Sean a lot longer than anyone else to process the fact that Amanda had kidnapped Alex. He just couldn't fathom that his girlfriend was in so much danger. What if Amanda killed her. What if Amanda did something far worse than death to Alex. Sean couldn't let that happen. He had to join his sister in the field and do all he could to save his girlfriend. The instant that thought became clear, he ordered Sonya to secure him a flight. She had already had that information pulled up for him. Once Alex was safe and he was calm, Sean would have to thank her for that.

Michael tried and failed to get control of the situation. It'd be more of a waste of time for Sean to fly to Switzerland than for Nikita to fly to Division. Nikita wouldn't sit and wait for him; she'd continue to sprint into danger. And Amanda would be long gone, knowing that agents were chasing her. The best play was to regroup and plan a rescue mission in Division. All their weapons and equipment were in Division, after all. Sean and Nikita could actually have all the resources they'd need if they left to attack Amanda from the bunker rather than Geneva. Also in Division, Nikita could go to Medical for the cough that had consumed her chest.

Although Ryan had returned to Division with Sean, he had made a beeline to his office to deal with the funding he had just secured. By the time he went to Ops, the room had descended into hell. Birkhoff and Sonya typed furiously, Sean paced wildly, Michael dissolved into worry, and strangled coughs that sounded like they belonged to Nikita came through the speakers. Ryan turned to the monitors to see if that could help him. But seeing no tracker information or details from a mission only made him more confused. He and Sean hadn't been gone long. Yet during that time, chaos had reigned supreme, "What's wrong? What happened in Geneva?"

"Amanda… Alex…" Nikita's coughing had gotten so bad that she could only spit out two words before she was overcome with a fit. She wasn't sure how long she had been in the ambulance receiving oxygen, but- obviously- it hadn't been long enough. The smoke she had inhaled for far too long (she wasn't sure about how long that was wither) made a reappearance- and so did the burning chemicals in the workshop she had been forced to breathe in. She kept coughing and coughing and coughing. Until she vomited.

That was all Michael could take. Hearing his fiancée vomit and then dry-heave over the speakers was the last straw. He needed to pull her from the field. If she kept running non-stop, she was going to get herself killed, "Nikita, you need to return to Division now. You have no backup. You have no com or tracker. You have no idea what kind of resources Amanda has. You are sprinting head first into danger, which will get you and Alex killed. And you were pulled unconscious from a burning building less than an hour ago. You are no good to Alex like this. You need to get back here, so we can regroup and plan a full rescue mission."

If Nikita wanted to argue, Division never knew. She was still coughing too much to speak. Maybe that was a good thing, though; it'd force her to catch her breath. Michael hated the sound and not knowing if she was alright. The fact that she had been pulled unconscious from a fire still had him terrified. Each new piece of information just made it all worse. He wasn't the only one who felt that way. Sean had thought that his girlfriend being kidnapped by a psychopath was the worst of it (and it was), but then he discovered his sister had almost died too. How could all of that hell have happened in such a short amount of time, "What the fuck happened?"

"I don't know," Michael admitted quietly. He wished he knew. Then he could be of actual help instead of just wanting to spiral and punch something- specifically Owen. Yet they didn't get that luxury in Division. The best the agents could do was straighten their shoulders, lift their chins, and find the determination to keep going despite the odds, "But we're gonna find out. Sonya, Birkhoff, keep trying to track Amanda and unjam that signal. Nikita, get to the jet, drink water, and rest up. When you can breathe again, tell us everything."

There was still an urge to chase after Amanda in the field, but the couch and vomit took the fight out of Nikita. Deep down, she knew her fiancé was right anyway. She wouldn't be able to help Alex without backup, without the proper resources, and without the ability to breathe. She had to let the others find Amanda's trail while she returned home. Birkhoff and Sonya were capable. Alex could be home with them soon. But probably not soon enough if what Amanda had said in the fire was her attempt at warning Nikita, "Amanda taunted me in the fire. Said I turned my back on the people who made me. And she likes to pretend that I made Alex."

Sean had heard Amanda express the belief that Nikita had made Alex. Before he truly knew Alex (and before he realized the rogue Nikita was his dead sister Nikita) he agreed with that belief. But since he had taken the time to get to know Alex, really know her, he knew that was undoubtedly not true. Nikita had trained her and had helped her become the agent that she was. But Alex had made herself. Amanda really was delusional if she couldn't see that. Or, possibly, she was spinning a narrative she wanted to sell. If she had said that to Nikita as they were dying, then she was trying to get at something- something evil, "So she's planned this?"

"Losing, almost dying in a fire, being alone? No. Hunting down the people I love? Yes," Nikita answered. She didn't think Amanda had planned to kidnap Alex in Geneva; she simply took the opportunity when it had been presented to her. However, Nikita did believe that the bitch had planned to capture Alex eventually. She had already gone after Owen and Sean. She had also gone indirectly after Birkhoff by reactivating Sonya's killchip. The rest of Nikita's family was in danger. The former rogue couldn't wipe the targets off of their backs. Amanda was just going to keep hurting them until there was nothing left of Nikita to break.

"That definitely changes things," Ryan expressed gravely. If Amanda had simply kidnapped Alex on a whim, then there wasn't much she could have done to hurt her. It would've still been an awful and scary situation, yet Division could have mounted a true defense. But if Amanda had always planned to capture the young heiress, she was simply waiting for the best opportunity, then they were about to be thrust through more hell. And poor Alex was going to receive the brunt of all that pain and torment.


Alex knew how to escape handcuffs; that was both Division and rogue 101. She hadn't bothered to uncuff herself when she was in police custody since she didn't want to raise any red flags. But while in Amanda's custody, she'd do anything to escape. Her cuffs were off in a second. The next few seconds were spent trying to turn her com back on. Except, it wouldn't work. Amanda must've had some sort of jammer or something. Alex was completely cut off and completely alone. But she wasn't completely hopeless.

Nikita had told her that there was a way out of the back of a police cruiser. Although it was locked from the outside and intended to keep criminals trapped, there was still a way out- nothing was inescapable. Alex simply had to remember what Nikita had told her. She knew she had to utilize her resources. Whatever was on her or available to her could be used as a tool or a weapon. She simply had to think. But thinking was the hard part. Alex couldn't slow the panic numbing her brain. She couldn't focus on anything but Amanda.

The bitch could tell Alex was on the verge of a panic attack. She had seen the young woman have them before. She knew how susceptible she was to overwhelming anxiety and fear. Amanda had often helped her calm from them in the past. But she wasn't going to do anything to ease her then. In fact, Amanda could make it worse. Alex would certainly be easier to subdue if she was spiraling. It wouldn't even take much to get her to that point. An idea simply had to be planted to make her overthink, "We used to have such great talks, Alex. I'm excited for another chance to catch up, see how you've been handling things- like Sean's recruitment into Division."

"Fuck off," Alex seethed. She couldn't allow Amanda to get under her skin. She had to stay focused. She had to breathe. Closing her eyes and taking a full breath of air, Alex fought to settle her nerves. She needed to convince herself that it was alright. Nikita and Division would know she had been kidnapped soon- if they didn't know already. They were going to save her. She was going to make it out of there. Her team would save her. And so would herself. She was already free of the handcuffs. That gave her some movability- that gave her a fighting chance.

"You and Nikita with that foul language. I thought I taught you to be more eloquent than that," Alex was able to ignore Amanda that time. She focused on the door and tuned everything else out. She had to remember what Nikita said about escaping squad cars. It wasn't a simple car lock, nor was it like a child lock. Alex had to be smarter at picking it. She thought Nikita had said that if she had a phone… that was it. Alex still had her phone. Although it had been rendered useless for calls, she could use it to hack the computerized system that powered the car and unlock the door. The hardest part then was distracting Amanda from her escape attempt.

"Hey, Amanda. You fucked over Ari for twenty years. You should know enough Russian to understand that you're a пизда малосольная who should probably xуй в жопу," Alex was particularly proud of herself for that string of curses. Yes, that was the type of language she had heard from Russian mobsters (and her father and Nikita after really bad days). But it was aptly fitting in that situation. Amanda was the word she had thrown at her and so much worse. Alex wished her all kinds of ill will and death. A part of her hoped that she could deliver on the latter. Yet Amanda slammed on the brakes, forcing Alex to crash hard against the partition.

She was dazed for a lot longer than she wanted to be. By the time Alex was able to clear her head, Amanda was opening the door to the backseat. Instantly, the young agent kicked and thrashed. She got a couple of good hits in, yet none completely stopped Amanda. She had once bested Nikita in a fight, after all. The bitch had a few tricks up her sleeve. Grabbing Alex's ankle, Amanda dragged her out of the police car. Alex hit her head again on the way out, but she didn't let that stop her. She snapped upwards, trying to claw at the bitch's eye. And that was when the needle found its way into her neck.

Amanda's icy cold features immediately began to fade from Alex's vision. She couldn't keep her body upright any longer. Her limbs felt heavy and the world spun around her. She collapsed on the ground and tried desperately to hold onto reality. But everything was slipping away. It felt as though the Earth itself was disappearing and taking her with it. She fought against the pull, but it was no use. She was falling into empty blackness, with Amanda's distant voice as her last connection to certain consciousness, "Let's see what else she taught you."