Still in shock over seeing Ramon in a wheelchair, Nikita had Michael check the cameras to ensure she was seeing things correctly. He confirmed that what she was seeing was real, yet he was also shocked by the information. Nothing on the black box mentioned anything about Ramon being unable to walk. And nothing they had seen or heard suggested somebody else had performed the assassination being discussed on the news. Division had done an excellent job hiding the truth- whatever the whole truth was- so much so that even the rogues had been duped, "Am I hearing this right? He's in a wheelchair? Please don't tell me he's petting a cat."

"All I know is he couldn't have done those jobs. Division does the kills. Ramon makes the videos, gets all the credit," Nikita replied to Birkhoff, sharing the conclusion she had made as she continued to watch Ramon through the window. If Ramon was confined to a wheelchair, then there was absolutely no way he had committed the recent assassination. It was then possible that he hadn't committed any assassinations for Division. Agents had followed the kill order, and he had simply made a video to take the credit. He wasn't the killer, just the scapegoat, "It's unbelievable. He's not an assassin…"

"He's a franchise. 'Thank you for the kill order. Can you pull around to the first window, please?' And this guy hates capitalism," Birkhoff rolled his eyes. It shouldn't have been that shocking that everything was not what it seemed with Division involved. But the way Ramon presented himself in his videos, and the few things Nikita had said about him, made it seem like he never would've stooped that low. Percy must've found the perfect words to own his soul and make him sell out. That bastard had that uncanny ability.

Nikita could've spent forever just sitting there and trying to wrap her head around the fact that Ramon was in a wheelchair and had given up all he had believed in for Division. But she didn't have the time. She still had to capture Ramon and deliver him to Interpol before Division got away with more assassinations. So, shaking her head and expelling a heavy breath, Nikita finally moved forward with the mission, "Michael, is this balcony clear? Can I scale this wall?"

"Hang on, hang on, hang on. Extracting Ramon will be trickier. Maybe we change the plan. Get some footage of him in that chair, send it out to the world, expose the lie," Michael slowed Nikita down before she did something reckless. The new information about Ramon changed things. Not only was he not the assassin they were after, they also couldn't easily transport him and his wheelchair. The rogues needed to rethink their plan, take the new information and come up with another course of action.

"No. If we want this done right, we take him in ourselves," Nikita negated. The only thing that had to change was how they were going to deal with the wheelchair. Taking Ramon to the authorities themselves had to remain the same. It was the only way to ensure that Division was stopped and the truth was exposed. Leaking the video would just give Division time to come up with a cover story as they killed Ramon and dumped his body. The black ops group wouldn't be able to hide if Interpol had Ramon, however. Their dirty secrets would be exposed, and maybe so would a part of Oversight.

"Alright. You're clear. Make it quick," Michael gave Nikita the greenlight. They didn't have the time to come up with a new plan, anyway. They had to work with what they had and control the situation as much as possible. With Division in the mix, the rogues could do that far better than Interpol. They were also far more quiet and careful. After Nikita easily scaled the wall, she nearly threw open a door attached to the alarm system. Michael was able to stop her before she could, "No, no, no, no, don't open that door yet. I'm gonna disable the sensor."

Once she had the all clear from Michael, Nikita was able to sneak into the room Ramon was sulking in. She spied on him as he recorded another video taking credit for an assassination he didn't commit, and then as he called Amanda. She wasn't able to hear everything, but it was enough for her to know that Division was going to kill someone soon, putting a serious time constraint on their mission, "Michael, there's going to be another hit in about twenty minutes. Some guy named Kochenko. I didn't get a location, but there's a Division agent out there right now prepping for a kill."

Birkhoff took the information and tried to see what he could do with it. Only having the name of the target wasn't much, but maybe he could feed in common factors of Division hits attributed to Ramon. In the meantime, Nikita finally approached her target. She stepped out of the shadows and held the former assassin at gunpoint. He seemed genuinely surprised to see her. She couldn't help but smirk, "You had a better view in Paris."

"It's nice to finally meet you, Nikita. You didn't have the courtesy to introduce yourself six years ago," Ramon tried to recover from his shock by addressing Nikita by her name. He probably assumed that he could get under her skin by insinuating that he knew everything about her. But she wasn't phased. A lot of people in Division knew her by then. She, Michael, and Birkhoff were Percy's favorite enemies. He couldn't stop talking about the three- as confirmed by Ramon, "Percy told me all about you. He was devastated when his favorite girl went rogue. You got religion."

"You sold out. You really are Percy's bitch, aren't you," Nikita seethed. There was no denying that Ramon had given up his morals to serve Division. Rather than fight back when he had been captured, he had given in. Nikita had thought that he would've been better than that. The man she had met in Paris should've been better than that. But Percy had dug his claws into him just like everybody else. Even someone who had believed they were making the world a better place with their assassinations couldn't fight against Percy.

"Thanks to you, I didn't really have a choice. In fact, Percy made it for me," Ramon snapped. He then explained to Nikita that after she had captured him, he had been brought to Percy. Percy tried to get him to kill for Division, and when he refused, the bastard crippled him. Percy bound Ramon to the wheelchair and turned him into a scapegoat. No choices besides the bastard's mattered, "You don't have the slightest idea what you took from me."

Nikita fought to keep her tight grip on her weapon. Ramon was right. Nikita had had no idea what her choice to save him would lead to. She had thought that death would've been the worst outcome for him. Yet she had been wrong. And now she was going to have to pay the consequences for that. While Ramon had distracted her with his story, he had tripped a silent alarm at his desk. Division agents swarmed into the room and began to shoot. Fortunately, Nikita was ripped out of her thoughts just in time. Michael's warning helped, "Nikita! Nikita! Tangos are closing in on your position."

"Yeah, I got that!" Nikita shouted into her com as she fought off the agents. Hurriedly, Michael left where he had been perched to tap into the safehouse's grid to help her. Together they battled the agents and dwindled their numbers. While they were distracted, however, their target slipped away. By the time Nikita noticed, he was already outside. If he got into a car, it'd be too late; he'd continue to help Division get away with murder, "Ramon's getting away."

"I'll keep them busy. Go," Michael suggested that he and Nikita split up. He could hold his own against the Division agents. He had seen the layout of the safehouse when he had tapped into the grid. If things became too much, he knew where to run and hide. Also, Nikita had always been faster than him. She had a better chance of catching up to and stopping Ramon. She nodded to Michael's suggestion, and- with a look that said 'be careful or else' she took off. He moved further into the room to cover for her.

"They're sending in reinforcements. You better make a move, Mikey. Can you get out of there?" After several minutes of intense shooting and not much progress on the rogues' part, Birkhoff warned. Michael didn't move until he had confirmation that Nikita was out of the house and on Ramon's trail. Then, he moved to a safe room he had seen on the schematics. Once he did, though, things went quiet for Birkhoff. All of a sudden, he couldn't hear or see anything going on inside the safehouse or surrounding area. He slammed on a few keys, yet nothing happened, "Whoa. Mikey, are you there?"

"Birkhoff, I locked myself in the safe room," Michael reported on the coms. He knew he had backed himself into a corner, but he was in a Division safe room. If anyone knew how to break out of there, it would've been Birkhoff. However, just as Michael shared the information, his com stopped working. He couldn't hear Birkhoff or Nikita. That couldn't have been because of the safe room. The new tech they had acquired should've worked no matter the circumstance. Yet all Michael heard was static, "Birkhoff!"

Over the roar of the motorcycle, Nikita didn't notice that anything was wrong with the coms. When she had exited the safehouse, she had seen Ramon get into a jeep and drive away. She had then immediately hopped onto a motorcycle and chased after him. It wasn't until they reached a narrow path in the woods that she caught up to him. The jeep he was driving wasn't as easily maneuverable as her bike. Nikita deftly moved around Ramon and caused him to crash. She didn't check to see if he was okay. She simply dragged him out of the driver's seat and reported her victory over the coms, "Michael, I got him. I got Ramon."

"Then we're even because I have Michael," Amanda replied through the coms. Nikita froze at the sound of her voice. How was it possible that she was hearing her. Of course Division knew the rogues were there, but how had Amanda taken over the frequency. And what did she say about Michael- what did she mean that she had him, "I own the mountain, Nikita. We've dropped a jamming field on the area. You can no longer communicate with Michael. He's trapped in the safe room, and four Division agents are waiting outside."

Ramon glanced at Nikita curiously, wondering what the hold up was. She didn't explain anything to him. Sitting helplessly on the ground, battered from the wreck and missing his wheelchair, he was of no danger to her. She could completely ignore him as she dealt with Amanda. There had to have been a reason that she dropped a jamming field onto the rogues. Numerous armed agents had been enough to stop them. Hacking into their coms was overkill, unless the plan wasn't just to stop them, "Let me guess: you want to trade Ramon for Michael."

"I could demand you trade yourself. I know you'd do that for Michael, but things are different now; real change has come to Division. Maybe it's because a woman's in charge," Amanda sounded like she was gloating as she avoided directly answering Nikita's assumption. The rogue did her best not to roll her eyes. Then was not the time to get distracted by her annoyances. She had to stay focused and start formulating a new plan.

"Oh, yeah? Smells the same from here. Sounds the same too. If this jamming field of yours is so good, why the hell do I have to listen to this shit?" Nikita knew that bravado and anger would cover her fear. She couldn't let Amanda know that she had gotten to her. Though, the rogue suspected that the bitch already did know that. She had always known what to say and do to rile Nikita up and get her to do what she wanted. Nikita tried to fight back, yet she often failed. That time had to be different, though. Nikita had to fight against the bitch, save Michael, and complete her mission without giving in.

"You're out of range for a reason. Don't you want to know why?" Amanda didn't respond to Nikita's quip. She didn't actually expect her to. It would've been a complete shock if she had said anything in reply to the bitter words. Instead, she pushed her own agenda, as she always did. Nikita should've taken it more seriously than she did. However, just as Amanda knew everything about her, Nikita knew all about her. She could guess what the new head of Division wanted, and she didn't want to play that game.

"I know why. You need me to give you Ramon, so you can take credit for killing Kochenko. I also know he sent the video already. Of course, if the media were to see it before the hit, that'd mess up your plans, wouldn't it?" Pulling out her phone, Nikita decided to run with an idea she just had. If she was out of the jamming field, then she could send a video to her hacker who was also out of the field. Division didn't have everything in their control. The rogues still had some moves left, "Birkhoff just got the file. One word from me, this goes wide. They pull Kochenko, and you have to call off the hit."

"You'd risk Michael's life for that?" Continuing to not respond directly to what Nikita had said, Amanda taunted. Nikita did her best not to immediately respond to it. She could bite back in anger and fear, but then she would lose the little control she had just managed to gain. She couldn't keep letting Amanda get under her skin. She was better than that. And she had more faith in Michael than do believe he would die so easily.

"Michael will be fine until I get up there and break him out," Nikita told herself more than she told Amanda. Michael was an extremely capable agent; he was better trained than Nikita, and he had been rogue for far longer. If anyone could hold off four agents, it'd be him. Nothing would happen to him while Nikita was away. He'd fight, he'd stay alive, and they'd be reunited soon. That was how it always went for the couple. Nothing could beat them or tear them apart, not even Amanda and the full force of Division.

Nikita could've sworn she heard Amanda smirk. There was a brief pause before the bitch responded that set the rogue on edge. An uneasy feeling in her gut warned her that the situation was worse than she had been led to believe. She tried to ignore it. But after another second of torture, Amanda confirmed Nikita's fear, "Maybe I wasn't clear before. When I said I had Michael, I meant it. Right now, a predator drone is circling the compound. It's equipped with two AGM Hellfire Missiles. If you attempt to save Michael, if you do anything other than what I demand, I will vaporize the house. I understand how you think making war against us is a noble fight, but this particular battle is over now."

There was a ringing in Nikita's ears that she knew didn't come from the com. Her heart stopped. Her head swam. And she thought for a second that she was going to collapse. It was a miracle that she managed to stand upright. The only thought on her mind was the image of a missile striking Michael while he was trapped in a safe room. Even with all her skills, Nikita couldn't stop a missile. And even with all Michael's abilities, he couldn't survive the strike. The only way Nikita could save Michael was if she played along with Amanda. She didn't hesitate to take the deal, "How do we make the trade?"

"There's no trade. You're going to kill Ramon. Even after my mission succeeds, I can't have the world knowing he was employed by the government. Kill Ramon, send me the proof. I'll set Michael free," Amanda clarified to a captivated audience. Nikita didn't even think about denying the offer. Her only concern was Michael. She couldn't let him die- she couldn't lose him. That fear gripped her tightly, causing her to ask if Amanda would kill him anyway. The bitch seemed to laugh as she answered, "You'll just have to trust me. You have a gun to Ramon's head, I have one to Michael's. All you have to do is pull the trigger and everyone wins."