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Date Posted: 18:14:11 02/22/02 Fri
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Anon
's message, "Jericho 08" on 22:08:08 02/16/02 Sat
>**
>It was well past mid-night when Michael returned to
>Section. The training run with Nikita was over and he
>had dropped her off at her apartment. She had
>successfully tagged two of the three marks he had
>chosen. It wasn’t perfect, but it wasn’t too bad
>either. At least it seemed that she was finally
>learning to use her looks to distract her target. It
>would be ideal if he could take her out once more to
>practice before the Chandler mission would be set but
>time was running short. Madeline had informed him
>just that afternoon that the final profile would be
>approved by early morning if not sooner.
>
>He sighed as he opened the door to his office and
>entered. He had to admit, he was a little concerned
>with the upcoming mission and Nikita’s role in it.
>Alex Chandler was a wealthy, well-known and respected
>philanthropist. Nikita would like that, especially
>when she found out that many of his charitable
>contributions was to shelters for runaway teenagers.
>What she and the rest of the public didn’t know was
>that a great many of the teenagers who stayed at those
>shelters, mysteriously disappeared. Interpol
>suspected that Chandler or someone close to him, was
>selling the missing teens into the booming and very
>lucrative white slavery industry in the middle east.
>But so far, Interpol had been unable to place anyone
>close enough to Chandler or his associates to gather
>the necessary evidence needed to indict him. Interpol
>had placed a call through to the Agency and the Agency
>had passed the assignment down to Section.
>
>Sitting down, Michael turned on his lap top and pulled
>up the file on Chandler once more and re-read the
>profile. This was not classified as a Valentine
>mission so Michael couldn’t technically ask that
>someone other than Nikita be placed on point. Instead
>Operations had designated the mission as
>intel-gathering and Nikita’s job was to get retrieve
>the information Section required. But Michael was
>well aware that Section would not protest if the
>mission became a valentine operation.
>
>Michael expelled a breath of air. He sat staring at
>the screen before him, his thoughts far away.
>Madeline and Operations were counting on the fact that
>Nikita would be drawn to Chandler because of her
>background. But once she found out what he was really
>involved with… Michael didn’t know how she would
>react. She’d led such a rough life already; it just
>didn’t seem fair to deliberately mislead her trust.
>
>With a weary sigh, Michael sat back and closed his
>eyes. Maybe there was some truth to the rumors
>circulating Section. He was spending too time with
>Nikita. This protectiveness he had for her was a
>situation that could become dangerous to both of them.
> The worst thing he could do was to make Nikita too
>dependent upon him; she had to be able to stand on her
>own. He knew that, but as much as he tried,
>Michael could just not bring himself to let her go.
>He had such an overwhelming feeling that if he didn’t
>watch out for her, Nikita would end up dead long
>before she leaned to fend for herself in Section.
>
>Michael’s thoughts were interrupted by the ringing of
>his phone. He pulled it out, looked at the incoming
>phone number, and then reached over to engage the
>audio block from his office. “Yes.”
>
>Adam’s young voice answered him. “Hi daddy.”
>
>Michael smiled. His voice gentled. “Hello Adam.”
>
>“Hi daddy.”
>
>In the background, Michael could hear Elena’s voice
>prompting Adam. “Say, ‘love you, daddy’.”
>
>“Love-you.”
>
>“I love you too, son.”
>
> “Say, ‘when you coming home, daddy?’” Adam
>made a muffled sound and then Michael heard Elena come
>on the phone.
>
>“Hi honey. Are we bothering you?”
>
>“No. I’m just finishing up some notes from a
>meeting,” Michael answered.
>
>“I’m getting ready to take Adam out to the park. It’s
>been raining the past two days and he’s been cooped up
>inside. You know how he hates that.”
>
>“Are you both all right?” Michael already knew the
>answer to that. Section had 24 hour surveillance on
>the house and on Elena and Adam.
>
>“Oh we’re fine.” There was a smile in her voice. “We
>just miss you terribly. I miss you terribly.”
>
>“I miss you too.” There was a pause. Michael could
>hear Adam tugging at his mother, hurrying her. “My
>meetings should be over by this Friday,” he said to
>her. “If all goes well, I’ll be home by Saturday
>evening.”
>
>Elena’s voice cheered up. “Really? Oh I hope so,
>Michael. I hate how this job takes you away from us
>so often.”
>
>“I know. But it pays well,” Michael answered. “And
>it’s just for a little while. I’ll be back there
>before you know it.”
>
>“Promises, promises,” Elena sighed.
>
>Michael smiled. “Give Adam a kiss for me.”
>
>“All right. I love you.”
>
>“I love you too,” he said. “Bye.”
>
>After he hung up the phone, Michael sighed and turned
>off the audio scrambler. Having Elena call while he
>was trying to figure out what to do with Nikita and
>the Chandler mission brought two opposing sides of his
>life crashing together so unexpectedly, he was left
>feeling a little dazed.
>
>Disengage, he told himself. Focus on first things
>first. And so Michael pushed thoughts of Elena and
>Adam to the back of his mind and focused entirely on
>Nikita.
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