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. 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. Nikita - Season 3

"If we go after him, the CIA will see the footprint," Nikita whispered. "Ryan can’t protect us from the Oversight forever." She took Michael’s hand for a fleeting second

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 doors closed, and the hunt began again

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

"We found P9," Michael said, his voice low. "He’s in Zurich. He’s not running anymore, Nikita. He’s selling."