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.
As they moved toward the hangar, the weight of the Black Box—the digital ledger of every sin Division ever committed—sat in the server room like a ticking heart. Nikita knew that as long as it existed, she was just another warden in a prettier uniform. The third year of her freedom felt more like a sentence than the first two combined. 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. Michael walked up behind her, his footsteps heavy
"If we go after him, the CIA will see the footprint," Nikita whispered. "Ryan can’t protect us from the Oversight forever." Every time she sent a team out to
"We found P9," Michael said, his voice low. "He’s in Zurich. He’s not running anymore, Nikita. He’s selling."