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Date Posted: Sunday, May 26, 07:04:41pm
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Nikita507
's message, "The Outside Operative" on Thursday, May 23, 11:22:41pm
Walter stepped into the room as the orderly opened the door. He was entering as the blinds in the room that was behind the room that he was walking into closed and then Michael stepped out from behind the glass door. Walter waited for the door to close behind him, for him to be alone with Michael. “You look perfectly healthy to be in the hospital.”
Michael just stared at him and Walter groaned. Some things about Michael never changed. “Or is this a front for Section?”
“Section is gone,” Michael tensely spoke as his eyes sparked with hatred and Walter lifted his hands. “Hey, I haven’t seen you since you walked out while that Mr. Jones character dude was telling us that we were going to be free. Do you know what that looked to me?”
Michael just stared at Walter and Walter tossed his head from side to side. “Looked to me that you were still in.”
“I’m not.”
“Then why leave?” Walter inquired.
Michael felt his pulse race. He swallowed hard as he could remember the summons that he had gotten. How the one thing that shouldn’t have gone wrong, went wrong, not because of a lack of planning.
Because of compassion and humanity.
“That will be explained,” Michael rasped as he dropped his eyes and stepped back, indications to Walter that Michael was being truthful. He had learned how to read the man a lot better after Nikita was cancelled. “You… you look better than I thought you would… but…”
“I’ve been here,” Michael interrupted and Walter rubbed his hand along his neck and cleared his throat. “Why didn’t you call sooner? Clearly something is going on.”
Michael glanced over his shoulder and then stepped away from the door. Walter would see what he needed to see when it was right. “I had to be sure.”
“Michael, this is really cryptic,” Walter nervously chuckled. “Do you have Madeline in that room?”
“No.”
The two men just stood there, looking at each other. Michael finally took three steps towards the bed where he picked up his cell phone. “You must have questions about how things happened.”
“Like how long you knew of Mr. Jones,” Walter stated and Michael stared at the cell phone, still drawn back to the memory of that day. The day that should have been the beginning. “Years.”
Walter shook his head. The dark prince of Section One took it down. But it had been too late for so many, one in particular. “She did change you.”
Michael turned as he shoved his cell phone into his pocket. “What?”
“When Operations cancelled Nikita… that’s when you went to work with Mr. Jones… or not long after,” Walter commented. Michael dropped his eyes. “Something like that.”
Walter moved to the chair and settled down in it, rubbed his hands. “I thought I was going to feel younger once I got out... while I appreciate the freedom… I have a lot of regrets. I’m sure that you have quite a few.”
It had always been an option while things were in action. Michael had made the decision not to tell Walter a lot of things. There were absolutely things that Walter couldn’t know because he wouldn’t have been able to help himself. But there were other things that Michael could have informed Walter about to make it easier, to give himself another person who would support him. Walter never had any allegiance to Operations and Madeline. He just wanted to live but he knew that the evil lurked inside of Operations and Madeline. He had helped others in the past and he would have helped Michael.
It could have been easier.
But Michael feared that once he started to use Walter for one or two things, he would have been tempted to tell Walter more, and that was something that he couldn’t have done. Michael also had feared that any point something would unravel and he did not mind putting his life on the line, but Walter was not acceptable collateral damage to what was going on.
“You look haunted, Michael,” Walter leaned forward as he glanced at the door. “What secret do you have in that room?”
“A hard one to explain.”
Walter leaned back and thought for a moment. “I know that Jason is out…”
“That’s not Jason,” Michael shifted his eyes. “It’s Birkoff.”
“No,” Walter swung his head from side to side. “Birkoff died.”
“Didn’t you think it was odd that Birkoff had an identical twin out there that wasn’t known?” Michael challenged Walter. “Smoke and mirrors. Section was famous of them. Obviously they weren’t the only ones employing them.”
“Birkoff… Seymour Birkoff… played as if he was Jason… no...”
Michael pulled out his cell phone and tossed it to Walter. “Speed dial five.”
Michael walked back into the other room, sitting down in his chair. If Walter didn’t come in to punch him after that phone call was done, he would be punched soon. He gazed at the bed and then swallowed hard.
There was no choice here and Michael knew that it was Walter who had to come first. He rubbed his hands nervously together as he started to count his own heartbeat so he didn’t hear the excited words that were coming from the other side of the door as Walter learned the truth.
Soon enough, Walter opened up the door. “So… do you have your son in here?”
“Adam isn’t my son.”
“Michael… I know…”
“Section tried to fake the tests. I had others done.”
“When?”
“Before that mission went hot,” Michael cleared his throat. “Obviously I couldn’t tell anyone. And it isn’t Adam.”
Michael glanced over his shoulder as he felt Walter approach closer. Michael reached out to the bed and swallowed. “Kita… Walter is here…”
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