3: Nikita - Season

Nikita didn’t look up. She was staring at the monitor where Alex’s face flickered. Her protege was half a world away, fighting a different kind of war in the sunlight of high-society galas, yet still drowning in the same shadows. The cycle was supposed to be broken when Percy died, but the power vacuum had only invited hungrier monsters.

"Gear up," she said, grabbing her jacket. "We don't bring him in. We shut him down." Nikita - Season 3

She took Michael’s hand for a fleeting second before the elevator doors opened. "One day," he promised. "Not today," she replied. The doors closed, and the hunt began again. Nikita didn’t look up

Michael walked up behind her, his footsteps heavy. They had taken over the very cage that once held them, turning Division into a sanctuary. But the irony wasn’t lost on Nikita. Every time she sent a team out to bring a rogue home, she felt the walls of the basement closing in. The cycle was supposed to be broken when

She finally turned, her eyes hard. In this new world, Nikita was no longer the assassin in the red dress. She was the Commander of a sinking ship, trying to save the people who were trained to kill her.