Nikita looked bewildered. "So who am I this time?" she asked the well-dressed yet dangerous-looking man who was probably her superior, her love interest, her mortal enemy, or all three. "The French teenage junkie who murdered a policeman and who looks like Anne Parillaud? The Peta Wilson-lookalike who was falsely accused of murder so that I could eventually become head of the counter-terrorism organization that recruited me? Or am I the troubled teenager who looks like Maggie Q, who worked as a spy as well as an assassin, and who is now seeking to destroy the organization that recruited and trained me in the first place
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