laying on the bed, in a patch of sunlight, nikita watches electra rush about.
electra checks her watch and picks up the cellular phone.
electra is pacing again.
electra continues to pace, checking the monitors.
electra stands in front of the monitors watching the men as she speaks into the microphone.
electra is crouched at the open duct, grabbing another stack of money, stuffing it into her bag.
electra stares in horror at the monitors as bain grabs the nearest bodyguard, firing a shot into his belly.
electra leaps at the computer, ripping the cord from the modem.
electra and rath enter the room together but they are both immediately alone.
the breakfast trays are empty. rath is sipping coffee, scribbling notes and diagrams on a piece of paper.
rath is leaning back in the bed, nikita purring in his lap.
electra is sitting on the bed, her back against the wall. in her hands is a paperback romance novel that she is looking over the top of, staring intensely across the room.