[For Phedre] Sorry Eyes

My name is Nikita. I used to be a spy, an assassin for a covert unit of the U.S. government, but it went rogue and so did I. I've spent the last four years bringing them down one mission at a time. For more than a month, I've been stranded on a tropical island that's part purgatory, part prison colony, waiting for someone to come for me, but no one has. The only sign I have that they're even alive is the knife I found in the jungle. Michael's knife, my good luck charm; it always means the mission's not over, but how am I supposed to keep going if they're all gone?

( We've got him, sir. Michael's down. Confirmed kill )