"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."
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.