While Alex and Sean dealt with the Hong Kong police, Nikita raced to intercept Martin at his meet. She had to save the CIA agent he was about to doublecross, and find some way to deal with him. Ryan didn't want him dead- he believed the New Division was better than canceling their agents. Although Nikita believed that as well, she wasn't in the mood to save the bastard. He was killing people for his own means. There were no orders, no threats compelling him. He just wanted the money other intelligence agencies were paying him to take out the CIA. She could understand why Percy recruited him in the first place. He was a sick, twisted opportunist.
But Nikita couldn't allow her contempt for Martin overwhelm her. It would've been easy to let her strong (stronger than normal) emotions get the better of her, yet she had to stay on task. Saving someone's life was always the most important thing. Fortunately, she was able to pull that off easily. Unfortunately, Martin was nowhere to be seen. He had sent others to do his dirty work for him. As Nikita hid the alive yet unconscious CIA agent in one of the classic cars he wanted to buy, however, a burner phone rang. She answered it without question, "Come on, Martin. Come in from the cold. We're a New Division. We can offer you a better outcome than death."
"No thanks. Amanda made the same offer, though, her salesmanship was way better. She said I could work for her as some sort of soldier. I just didn't find the appeal," Martin's snide voice was clear over the phone. He would continue to be rogue; the freedom and money he gained from that venture was more valuable than anything else. Why should he even return to Division, anyway. The things he had done as a rogue wouldn't grant him the same amnesty as everybody else. He might not be killed, but prison wasn't any better. He'd rather run free.
"Amanda… fuck," Nikita couldn't help but punch the steering wheel of the car she was hiding in. After all, it was the only accurate reaction to hearing the bitch's name. It was stupid of her to think Amanda wouldn't be a problem after she was pushed out of her position of power. For one thing, Ari was with her; those two were like the power couple from hell. But another thing that made Amanda such a threat was her drive and motivation to manipulate others in her favor. She wanted her power back. And she'd do anything to gain it.
"Looks like you have more to worry about than just me. Tell you what. You let me go. I continue turning over CIA agents for cash. And you'll get your husband and any intel I have on Amanda," Stating it as though it was some kind of gift, Martin made his terms. Nikita wanted to ask just what the hell he was talking about regarding her husband. He didn't have Michael; he couldn't use him as a bargaining chip. But then she heard the update from Alex and Sean. The secret police- the intelligence organization Martin was mostly selling his intel to- had stormed the station. They were taking Michael as their prisoner. No one could get to him then.
Ryan had been listening to Nikita's and Martin's conversation over the com. He wasn't going to interject- Nikita could take care of it. But once he heard they could gain intel on Amanda, he had to interrupt. Not only was the bitch a major problem, she also had a black box. If she knew extensive details about Martin, she must've cracked the encryption. That wasn't going to bode well for New Division. In fact, that was the worst possible thing to happen. Amanda had to be stopped. She was more of a threat to neutralize than the Dirty Thirty, "Nikita, take it. We can warn the CIA. Save as many as we can. But we need that intel on Amanda."
"What about Michael?" Although Nikita felt the same pressure to finally get rid of Amanda, she didn't want to offer up her husband as some sort of trade. The fact that Wolf Team couldn't break him out with the secret police involved made the situation so much worse. Michael was going to end up caught in the crosshairs, and her heart couldn't take that reality. The thought of it tightened her chest and rolled her stomach. She wouldn't allow that outcome to happen. She didn't care what she had to do or give up; she was saving her husband.
"We'll figure it out. But we can't lose this chance," Hastily reassuring, Ryan tried to get Nikita to focus on the bigger picture. The team had to bring in all the rogue elements. It was the only way to shut down Division and finally obtain their freedoms. She couldn't have the life she wanted with Michael if Amanda was still out there. They'd get the intel first, then they'd save him. He would understand. He'd also be safe the entire time. The team didn't have to worry so much about their agent. It was Amanda that was the most concerning- as always.
"I'm not abandoning my husband!" The anger that consumed her was quick. Nikita trembled in rage, her hands balled into powerful fists. She refused to listen to reason. She was sure Ryan could give her a great explanation. And she trusted him to help Michael. But she wouldn't adhere to anything besides her lividity. She was so overwhelmed with it, she couldn't think straight. It was like she had tunnel vision. All she could focus on was Michael. She didn't care that her voice shook as she commanded, "Alex, where are you? I have a new play."
"Birkhoff, cut her off," Over the sound of Nikita attempting to strategize a new plan, Ryan commanded. The buzz in Ops suddenly quieted. Cautious and concerned glances shot towards the agent turned director, yet he ignored them all. He wasn't going to waver. He had the safer play- the quieter play- and Nikita had to adhere to it. It wasn't just her anymore. There was a whole group of people she had to be responsible for. The lone rogue attitude had to go. If Ryan had to force that to happen, so be it.
"What?" Birkhoff had heard the order; he simply didn't want to believe it. He had witnessed Ryan and Nikita argue over coms and stubbornly fight over who had control over an op before. But that time was different. First of all, the whole world seemed to be watching; all of Division's eyes were on them, waiting with held breath to see what happened next. Second, Ryan was threatening to leave Nikita out in the cold. In his attempt to prove he was in charge, he was going to leave her shut out on an op. Birkhoff wouldn't believe it. That wasn't like him.
"We can't go rogue. We stick to plan. If she can't follow orders, then cut her off," Ryan didn't care that he was running a mission differently than he used to. He also didn't care that Nikita would kill him for his actions. He had more to worry about than that. Division had to stay under the radar. They had made too much noise on the mission. They had to stay invisible, unless it was their heads. And if the threat of death from the government wasn't enough, Amanda was out there doing God knew what. She had to be stopped before whatever hell she wanted to create came to fruition. Those were Ryan's only priorities, and he had to stick with them.
When her com went silent, instant panic shot through Nikita. She tried to call for Alex, Sean, Birkhoff, anybody, but there was no answer. She was cut off. It became harder to breathe. She knew what Ryan was doing. He was forcing her to follow the plan. She understood why. But she couldn't rationalize it. She clutched at her clothes as she gasped for air. Michael was going to be stuck in prison for who knew how long. She wouldn't let that happen. She refused to leave him. Tears streamed down her face. Her partner left her husband to that fate. How could he do that to her. She hyperventilated as she sobbed, "I'm going to fucking kill you Ryan."
Fortunately, Nikita was able to tell Alex a place to meet before she was cut off. She could still put her plan into action. She knew Division needed intel on Amanda. The bitch couldn't be left in the world making deals with the Dirty Thirty. But Nikita couldn't sacrifice her husband just for information. The thought alone left her on the verge of a panic attack. She started to believe that something more than stress was wrong with her. She couldn't calm herself down; she was lost to her overwhelming emotions. By the time she reached Alex, she still had tears in her eyes. The young woman instantly panicked, "Hey. What happened? Is our plan still a go?"
"Yeah. Tell Sean to get us a getaway car. I'll get Michael out," Furiously wiping away her tears, Nikita nodded. Alex moved to comfort her, but she shrugged her away. She was fine. Focusing only her insane plan to rescue Michael helped to quell her intense emotions. Her friend being soft and gentle would just make her cry again. God, she had to get control of herself. Of all the times to finally be emotional, then couldn't be it. Then was supposed to be when she was beyond smart and capable. To stop Martin and slip Michael past the police, she had to be better than normal. It was a good thing she had a friend to help her, "Hey. You good with air support?"
Alex smirked. Her confident smile was enough for Nikita to finally take a deep breath and square her shoulders. Together, the women finalized the haphazard plan to take out both their Dirty Thirty member and the police. While Nikita handled the secret police, Alex would provide cover fire from above. Sean, meanwhile, would be waiting blocks away with a clean vehicle they'd escape in. Getting out of Hong Kong after the mess they'd make would be their next issue to deal with. But Ryan and Birkhoff could handle that. They had to save their own first.
It wasn't long before Sean had a getaway car and Alex was in position. Ignoring Ryan's attempts to reach her, Nikita put her plan into action. She broke into the chief of the secret police's car, and held him at gunpoint. He was going to let Michael go, give her Martin, and not pursue them, or else she'd kill him. He didn't need to be told twice. He called Martin to call him off, but he refused to listen. The member of the Dirty Thirty still intended to get everything while Nikita suffered. Her death threat meant nothing to him. He just scoffed, "You should've stayed out of this, Nikita. You know how much our loved ones are a liability."
"Good thing I have more than one," Nikita grinned smugly. Before Martin could remark on what that could mean, Alex approached him on the rooftop and shot him. He was dead within a blink of an eye. That was one problem taken care of- next came the police. Alex didn't shoot to kill as she fired Martin's rifle. She simply provided a cover story Nikita could pitch to the chief officer she held at gunpoint. He reluctantly agreed to all her terms. She smiled her thanks, then shoved all of the men out of the car. She needed it to get her and Michael out of there.
As chaos ensued on the street outside the police station, Michael broke off from the police officers escorting him to what was supposed to be the secret police. He was able to fight his assailants easily with his hands tied, but he'd need more help to get back into the station. He knew he should just leave with Nikita. She was impatiently waiting for him. Except, there was something he had to take care of. He couldn't just leave it for others to potentially discover. They were in enough stress and hell as they were. They didn't need any more, "Give me the Glock."
"What are you doing?" They had to go. Alex was covering them from above, and Martin was dead, but that didn't mean the two were out of danger yet. Michael and Nikita had to get into the car she was stealing and speed to the rendezvous point. He wasn't listening to her, however. He was on his own mission. Despite his hands in cuffs (which really was awkward with his prosthetic) he wrestled her pistol out of her hands. Nothing she could've done would've stopped him. He was as stubborn, determined, and frantic as she had been.
"I have to destroy the evidence that you're pregnant," Michael shouted as he rushed back into the police station. Nikita stared after him. Her mind wiped blank, and the world around her disappeared. She couldn't bring herself out of the fog until Michael pushed her into the car. She sped away from the scene, as fast as she could force down the gas pedal. The two drove in silence. That was mostly because he was busy breaking out of his handcuffs, and Sean was directing them to wherever he was hiding with the getaway car. Ryan was also livid over the com, redirecting the rest of Wolf Team and cleaning their mess. He was easy to ignore, however.
Nikita had a white-knuckle grip on the steering wheel, her eyes so fixed on the road ahead her vision blurred. Michael's confession played in a loop inside her head. She couldn't shake it, not even to focus on their escape. It seemed like too much to take in. It was too much for her to process. Eventually, Nikita had to pull the car over and leap out. They were close to Sean; they could ditch their vehicle and walk the rest of the way. She didn't wait for her husband. He had to jog to catch up. Once he did, she blurted without looking at him, "Michael. What did you mean when you said there was evidence I was pregnant?"
She was trembling. Michael instantly moved to comfort her, making her stop and gently caressing her cheeks. Wide eyed, Nikita stared at him. She needed to know exactly what he was talking about. It wasn't the situation to assume, especially when her assumptions were causing her stomach to rock and her eyes to well with tears. She needed answers immediately. He would never deny her that. It was simply that he was trying to process the news himself, "I saw the pregnancy test you put in my pocket. The police confiscated it, that's why I had to get rid of it… It was positive. We'll have to go to the doctor's to make sure. But Nik, you're pregnant."
Nikita vomited.