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Date Posted: 20:29:31 07/08/01 Sun
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's message, "Of Friends and Favors" on 20:25:58 07/08/01 Sun
What could she do? Nikita thought she knew something was wrong, she just did not know what that was what.
“ Nikita?” a softly accented voice called her back to the present.
“ Oui?” She asked softly. She turned to face him but her thoughts were already back on what her instincts were telling her.
Michael raised her eyebrows her accent was fast improving. “ Much better, very good.” He commented. Her only response was an unconcerned “Hmmmm.”
“ Nikita, what is it.” Michael asked.
“ Something… is wrong… I can feel it.” She said scanning the area with her eyes.
Michael looked around also trusting in her instincts, oft times it was all that kept those in their line of work alive.
“ We are surrounded.” She said softly. Michael eyes swept, behind her.
Less then twenty seconds later Nikita’s cell rang, “ Hello?”
“ Nikita, you have to get out of there now!”
“ Yes, thank you.” She said, looking at Michael she said “ We have to get out of here now.” Michael nodded and moved to help her with her coat.
The young couple left the restaurant and hurried down the street. Shots rang out and they fired back but it was useless Red Cell had them surrounded. The terrorists knocked the couple over the head and hustled them into a car.
Acceptable collateral the order still rang in Walter’s ears like a death knell. That was nothing new to section but Walter was not going to let that happen here. He entered Madeline’s office with out so much as a knock. The ice queen turned her Mona Lisa smile on him and said, “ How can I help you Walter.”
He remained unfazed by her ploy what she often forgot was that Walter had, had a hand in her training as well, and if not he had trained Paul, one did not forget how to read their own material if they wanted to live. Walter could still read Paul and Maddy like a cherished novel. They made it almost too easy and all the while they thought they had him fooled. That was what the rest of Section One thought but they all knew the truth the three of them played a game for the others benefit.
” So what are you going to do about it?” he asked.
Madeleine looked at the man she respected as almost a father and almost smiled.
“ Nothing, retrieving them would be to much of a risk.” She said.
“ Your cold.” Walter said and walked out. Both of them knowing Madeline had no intention of letting Sections two best go to red cell. Besides Walter knew Madeline felt almost protective of Nikita. He walked away smiling to himself confident in her ability to get them back safe.
Madeline watched him go a plan forming besides her strong sense of protectiveness towards the operatives in question, Walter had asked her to intervene. She would not fail him. She was already keying in a number on her phone, as he walked down the hall.
“ I need you to do a favor…” she said into the phone.
“ Michael.” Nikita whispered. Looking around the room. They were in a cold desolate room. She could hear the trickling of water. There must have been a crack somewhere because there was just enough light that one could not say the room was in total darkness. Taking quick inventory of herself she found that she probably had one broken rib and had bruised the others. Her ankle was soar but not swollen. “ Not that bad.” She said to herself and laughed. There had been a time when she would have considered these serious injuries.
Having received no answer but hearing his labored breathing, Nikita looked around for Michael. Moving cautiously she walked over to him. Dropping to her knees, she ran her hands over Michael, checking for injuries. His breathing was strong if slightly labored, and his pulse was fine. Nikita figured he had bruised his ribs in the struggle but could find no reason why he was still unconscious. She started to run her hands over his head checking for lumps when he began to stir.
“ Where are we?"
“ Somewhere underground. How are you?” She said not mentioning the blood she had on her fingers from her hair. Nikita quickly rubbed her fingers across her ankle using the motion to clean her fingers.
“ I’m fine.” Michael said sitting up and wincing.
“ Take it easy, you bruised your ribs and have a pretty battered head.”
“ We…” The door slammed open.
“ Well, well what do we have here? Your two of Section’s best operatives. You don’t look that cold girl. In fact a little bit of a timid thing if you ask me.” The man said.
Michael looked over to see Nikita cowering beside him. She was playing him for a fool.
“ Don’t.” Michael breathed for her ears alone.
“ You’re in no shape to deal with them.” She said and gave a slight yell as the man hauled her up.
“ You scare easy don’t ya honey? That’s good I think we’ll take you first.”
The door slammed shut behind the man, as the door locked Michael breathed one word “ Nikita” Soon he was enveloped in darkness again, but this one held no peace, only images of a tortured Nikita.
~~~~>>>>~~~~
“ So my little one is you going to tell me what I want to know or am I going to have to be more persuasive?” The man’s comment was meant with silence. “ Well trained little Kit aren't you?” He asked and his actions caused Nikita to spit in his face.
“ Ah well a fiery spirit no so easily tamed and its such fun.” He said cupping her face in his hands. Nikita pulled from his grasp. “ I wouldn’t do that, you might hurt that pretty neck of yours.” He commented as his flunkies held a knife to her throat.
Nikita froze; she couldn’t antagonize him much more. He might kill her and then she would not be able to help Michael. Nikita no longer feared her own death but she feared what would happen to Michael if he were to find her dead. There was no telling the outcome.
~~~>>>>~~~
“ Would you hurry up!” The young woman said. Barely out of her teens and already a trained killer. She melted into the shadows as though she was born to them, but then again she had lived in them for the last two years.
“ Ten hostiles in the area, they aren’t stupid and they aren’t taking any chances with Michael.”
“ Smart. Ten to two I like those odds. Course if you don’t fill up to it we can always call in Darwin?” Jasmine said knowing that the other girl was down a little. That was part of the reason Jasmine had brought her. She knew Clair would not let Michael and Nikita down and she hoped it would help get her back on top.
“ You take point. Get in the cell. I’ll cover.” Claire said in response.
~~~>>>~~~
Michael looked up as he heard a scuffling sound. “ SHHH. It’s Jasmine. We’ll get you two out, but work with us.” She said covering his mouth.
There was the sound of gunfire and then the door-crashed in. “ What was that you were saying about calling, Darwin?” Claire said a little cocky.
“ Trent got her?”
“ Yes.”
“ Okay, where’s Darwin?”
“ On his way.”
“ Claire stay with Michael till he gets here.” Jasmine waited for Claire’s nod and left.
Jasmine was waiting outside the door, had been for about five minutes, listening to Nikita’s interrogation. To her credit she hadn’t given an inch. Figuring she couldn’t give her teammates any more time, if she was to save Nikita, Jasmine entered the room.
“ Can’t get the bitch to talk? That makes the boss angry and me the poor sap on the receiving end.”
“ Hey you the boss chose an exotic treat this time ah?” The man said.
“ Just call me Night Shade beautiful but deadly!” She said with a bullet to his brain and another to his partner’s heart, each died instantly. “ Hey, Teach. Glad to see me?” She said to Nikita cutting her bonds. She helped her stand, “ Lets get you out.”
As she and Nikita headed down the corridor she addressed the others in her team, “ Guys get out!”
“ Come out the back we have it clear.” Trent said into her ear.
“ Acknowledged. Come on Nikita we’re going out the back way.”
Soon everyone had them settled into the van and the four teammates looked at their mentors and back at each other. “ Trent, Leave a message for the goddess wanna be. Tell her we will return her operatives to her healthy and only healthy.”
Claire said, “ So you guys are going to see the inside of Section 8. As allies that is.”
~~~>>>~~~~
Two weeks later Michael and Nikita we’re back at Section 1 and back into the swing of things. Madeline saw a message on her desktop. “ None of us are that easy to get rid of Ice Queen. Signed Section 8.”
Walter walked into the room, “ Thanks, Doll.”
“ Don’t mention Walter, after all I am glad to have them back safe and sound also.” She said and turned back to her desk. Walter took that for the dismissal and truthful admission it was. He also knew that she had just warned him about mentioning the favor or the involvement of either of them in getting Nikita and Michael home safe. Walter smiled let Madeleine pretend cold heartedness all she wanted but he knew that she had a heart under that Mona Lisa smile of hers.
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