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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?
Nikita chases those phantom voices all around the Compound. She searches every level, every office, every closet, every room. On the dorm floors, she asks after Michael, Birkhoff, Alex, Sean, Owen, Ryan instead. No one's seen them. There's a blip when she describes Alex, but it's Annie they know, and even if Nikita still believes Alex is Annie, she's promised her and Finnick she'll let that go.
In desperation, she takes the new tram out to the second island but this nothing more there than there's been before and the ITF, as drilled as it is, is resolutely not Division. There are more than a few that have it in them to kill, but not with Percy's brand of malice.
She's desolate, beyond desperation. We've got him, sir. Michael's down. Confirmed kill, she hears over and over and over again. Somehow he must've escaped Brandt, but it doesn't matter. If he's dead, really dead, so is she. Was she even with him in the end? No one asked where's Nikita? Do they know or did Michael leave her after Brandt...
It makes no sense. This is not Division, but she could swear she knows these halls. If she takes the elevator down, will she be on their favorite sublevel or will she exit into the caves? Does any of it matter? Birkhoff's in custody. It's only a matter of time before we bring in the rest of them.
Nikita's lost. Dead. Insane. One bleeds into the other and back. She bleeds from a thousand wounds, oozes out of the Compound into the inky black, splatters against the wall and drips to the ground, hands in her hair and lost for what to do.
Nikita chases those phantom voices all around the Compound. She searches every level, every office, every closet, every room. On the dorm floors, she asks after Michael, Birkhoff, Alex, Sean, Owen, Ryan instead. No one's seen them. There's a blip when she describes Alex, but it's Annie they know, and even if Nikita still believes Alex is Annie, she's promised her and Finnick she'll let that go.
In desperation, she takes the new tram out to the second island but this nothing more there than there's been before and the ITF, as drilled as it is, is resolutely not Division. There are more than a few that have it in them to kill, but not with Percy's brand of malice.
She's desolate, beyond desperation. We've got him, sir. Michael's down. Confirmed kill, she hears over and over and over again. Somehow he must've escaped Brandt, but it doesn't matter. If he's dead, really dead, so is she. Was she even with him in the end? No one asked where's Nikita? Do they know or did Michael leave her after Brandt...
It makes no sense. This is not Division, but she could swear she knows these halls. If she takes the elevator down, will she be on their favorite sublevel or will she exit into the caves? Does any of it matter? Birkhoff's in custody. It's only a matter of time before we bring in the rest of them.
Nikita's lost. Dead. Insane. One bleeds into the other and back. She bleeds from a thousand wounds, oozes out of the Compound into the inky black, splatters against the wall and drips to the ground, hands in her hair and lost for what to do.
