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Date Posted: 09:39:55 05/30/01 Wed
I know, it's been over a month since I last posted, but I hope it was worth the wait! I'll have the last parts up in no time, you'll see!!
Mirage - 20
The soft beep pulled Birkoff's attention to the screen. Frowning, he scrolled through the pages and typed in some commands. There it was, a new entry had been made in the classified files. Files he was supposed to keep hidden on Nikita's orders. Very few people had the codes to access those files. Scanning for the update, he knew that something was wrong when the computer came up with nothing; some commands later he had the entry. Birkoff's face grew pale and he stared at the screen for at least ten seconds before he frantically began to track down Michael and Nikita.
The phone rang. Damn. Michael stared at it crossly, contemplating whether to pick it up or to toss it out of the window. Could it be some trick of Oversight? Another psycho test? But what if it was important? An emergency? Sighing, he picked up.
"Yes", sounding emotionless and cold. He listened for about ten seconds and if one could've seen Michael's face through the darkness he would have read nothing; no surprise or distraught or anger. But as he hurriedly dressed and proceeded to wake Nikita one could've seen the tremor in his movements and the unconcealed fury in his eyes.
Elena crouched in the shadows under the trees, avoiding the lights and surveying the building before her. It was night; a clear, beautiful, cold night, with millions of stars scattered across the sky; a night made to watch the stars and the moon in the warming arms of your lover, just enjoying life and sharing a kiss here and then. Such nights she'd spent with Michael, basking in his apparent love, relishing the tenderness with which he'd made love to her. She'd lie in his embrace for hours, listening to his heartbeat and feeling like the luckiest woman alive.
What a fool she'd been
"Report," the team leader ordered, the hard and detached tone of his voice startling Elena as she was jolted back into reality. Oh, the irony wasn't lost to her: here she was, looking out for hostiles, her own gun in her hand; she'd probably be dead by the time dawn approached. The man who was responsible for this was the same man who died over four years ago, the same man who'd betrayed and hurt her beyond repair. And yet here she was, dreaming about him...
"Elena, report!" The impatient voice startled her. Blinking, she glanced around. "No movement, all quiet", she spoke quietly in her com unit.
"Proceed." The order sounded harsh, cold. Would it always be like this? That was the way she'd spend the rest of her life?
Elena didn't realize that her hands were shaking as she ran to the building and stopped at the small door. Her breathing was uneven; she wasn't prepared for this, wasn't ready. Of course, she didn't really care if she died, but to die like this... what had they thought when they'd sent her on a mission? She was only a recruit, not trained for this; and yet here she stood. What a crazy world.
"I'm entering now."
Elena swiftly kicked the door open, her gun aimed at the darkness. She was in a storage room, small and dirty. There was another door, closed. She tried to open it, surprised that it wasn't locked. The voice in her ear was quiet, reporting that the system had been destroyed. Then, gun fire and a single cry; silence. She winced; had the other operative died? Again, the team leader. "All teams, hold positions."
Why? They'd reached their aim, so why stay?
But Elena obeyed, taking a few steps farther. Weren't there voices? Panicked shouts? She strained to hear something, momentarily forgetting her surroundings.
A single shot rang out.
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