Nikita

We're one of the top satellite facilities in the country.

I'm talking tracking, telemetry, control.

Only NORAD's got more birds up there.

Let me show you the command center.

Really glad to have you here. We're seriously understaffed.

These motherboards. Where are they?

What?

These haven't been active in 20 years.

Get 'em.

There's not a lot of hardware around that can run these.

I don't know who'd want them.

I do.

It's going to take some time to install these.

They're ancient by today's standards.

Then you must treat them

as you would a precious artifact...

With great respect.

The fate of the world lies in your hands.

So do be careful.

You were born here.

And you were always meant to die here.

Division is going to change the world.

He's planning something big.

First, he's going nuclear.

Welcome home, Nikita.

It's okay.

I'm awake.

Morning.

Hey.

Good morning.

Mm.

We should get going.

I don't have to be anywhere.

I can't get him out of my head, Michael.

Percy.

I never thought he'd come between you and me,

at least not here.

He's this close to getting a nuclear weapon,

and everything goes quiet.

Are you thinking what I'm thinking?

Storm's coming.

Impressive, but weird.

- It's not weird. - It's not normal.

You're the judge of what's normal?

- It's voodoo, man. - What is?

Good morning.

Uh...

Fletch here is the data whisperer.

I figured Percy is gonna need

engineering help with his nuclear plans,

so, I'm trolling through the CIA data Kendrick gave us

to see where he might find it,

and I happen to notice...

That three former aerospace guys in their 60s

all died from natural causes in the last two weeks.

What's weird about that?

Well, an expert swimmer drowns in his pool,

then a guy with no coronary problems has a heart attack,

and the last one dies from anaphylactic shock.

But he never had any allergies.

Anaphylactic shock was a Division staple.

We used that all the time.

So just for giggles,

Johnny mnemonic here has me run a check.

Turns out all three of these guys

were posted at Maxwell air force station

back in the mid-'80s.

Like I said, voodoo.

They were working on a classified satellite project

called "crossbow" along with two other guys...

Henderson and Mizuyama,

both of whom are still alive, as far as I can tell.

What would Percy want with a satellite?

Communication, intelligence, navigation...

Navigation.

Damn it.

What?

Well, the early ballistic missiles

used navigation satellites for targeting.

If Percy was able to hijack one, then...

He could use it to guide a missile.

He's already got enough plutonium for a warhead.

Get Alex and Sean over here.

I gotta call director Kendrick.

I'm in with the president, hammering out the final details

on the Afghan-Taliban peace treaty,

so this had better be good.

I think we know what Percy's up to.

It's got something to do with Maxwell air force station.

How the hell do you know about the attack?

What attack?

I just got a call from Maxwell.

Some gunman took out the staff and stole control hardware.

- They I.D. Him? - Security cameras caught him,

but he doesn't appear in any of our databases.

That's because he doesn't exist.

Another one of Percy's ghosts.

Here's the security tape from Maxwell air force station.

- Robbie. - Who's Robbie?

He's a recruit. He snapped.

He went on a shooting spree inside Division.

We were told he'd been canceled.

- Fake death special. - Yeah. Tell me about it.

You got enough to run a facial recog?

Sure. Coming up.

Hey, Alex.

Are you okay?

I knew him.

For a minute, I thought I could save him.

I know.

You know, I get why Percy wants to hijack satellites,

but why kill retired engineers?

What we do know

is they want him dead, which means we want him alive.

Percy's making his move. We gotta get ahead of him, guys.

Any luck finding the other two?

Nothing on Mizuyama,

but ol' Henderson...

Feds keep track of guys who used to have top secret clearance.

Last entry's 16 years ago. Says he's off the grid.

Dropped out of society?

Colloquially, yeah.

Literally, off the electrical grid.

No bills from the power company.

- So how do we track him? - Propane.

Propane, power source of choice for the off-grider.

And you can't get a big tank without making a deposit, so...

Yeah, sometimes I amaze even myself.

Got my own magic, voodoo man.

Donald Henderson recently purchased two tanks of propane

near an abandoned shipyard in Philly.

Okay, so he's still alive.

Maybe.

Or maybe not.

Shadownet just coughed out a hit on Robbie.

Security cam has him boosting a motorcycle in a back alley.

Birkhoff, if he's after Henderson,

we're too late. Can you warn him?

Wait, hold on. It's a false alarm.

Robbie's not heading to the shipyard.

In fact, he's not even in Philadelphia.

He's in... Upstate New York.

Adirondacks, route 86, headed north.

That's away from Division. Where the hell's he going?

Let me take him.

- Please? - Okay.

You guys find Robbie.

Michael... We go after Henderson.

Dr. Henderson.

You're from the government, aren't you?

No.

See? That's what you always do.

Whoa, whoa.

You lie, you lie about who you are.

We just want to talk to you.

Yeah? That's the way it always starts.

Next thing you know,

you got electrodes attached to your privates.

Tell us about project crossbow.

If you're not from the government,

how do you know about crossbow?

Look, we don't have a lot of time.

Yeah? Too bad.

'Cause I got nothing to say.

It's over, it's finished.

I moved on. I suggest you do the same.

If you won't talk to us,

tell us how we can reach Keith Mizuyama.

He's in danger, and so are you.

We need to reach him.

He's dead.

Ten years ago, cancer got him.

What's Robbie doing in the Adirondacks?

Who the hell's Robbie?

He's the guy who stole the control boards.

Somebody's after crossbow? Wait a second.

You're not telling me those fools actually got it online?

What do you mean, "got it online"?

The satellite's already in orbit.

I know, I put it there.

Oh, man.

I knew it, I knew they'd find a way to make it work.

Nothing gets in the way of our military boys, no, sir,

especially not scientists.

It's my fault. Look at me.

I thought I could save mankind.

What did I do?

I gave it a way to commit suicide.

How is this your fault? What does crossbow do?

You have no idea, do you?

Henderson?

Now what?

What is this place?

What's with the flying saucers?

Your tax dollars at work.

Some kind of... Government research reactor.

That's the bike Robbie stole.

You think Mizuyama's here?

For his sake, I hope not.

Alex, we don't have to worry about Mizuyama anymore.