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Date Posted: Monday, October 18, 07:23:39pm
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Nikita507
's message, "Priority Mail (A New Story)" on Sunday, October 17, 10:48:18pm
Michael had learned many decades earlier that one had to be patient to do things the right way. It did not always mean that it was easy to wait when one wanted to rush and find the answers, but Michael learned how to control those desires long ago. He glanced up at his computer where he was watching his house security more than ever before as he finished up a couple reports about the findings that he had been hired to work on.
To be rash right now could put Adam’s life in jeopardy. And others.
Michael did not need to think much about who would have carried the daughter that the note indicated that he had sired. It would have been Nikita. Nikita was the last woman he had been with and it had been before all of the things that happened, happened. But in doing the math also, unless Nikita had been pregnant prior to events happening, which wasn’t possible for Michael to be the father, the baby was not carried to term.
He also did not need to research Nikita’s handwriting. He knew that it wasn’t hers. He could have identified her script anywhere, even if she had been trying to disguise her writing. Plus, he had a feeling that Nikita would have ever risked contacting him and risked their child. Wherever their child was, it wasn’t in Section One.
Finally, with reports settled and multiple security checks completed, physical and electronic on the physical house and all of Michael’s technology, he had retrieved several boxes from one of multiple storage facilities that he had rented under various names. He hadn’t been tracked and all indicates were clear that his security measures had not been breached at his storage unit. All the units carried about the same type of materials in case they were needed.
Michael had never dreamt that he would be pulling out the storage bins that contained information that he had gathered about various persons involved with Section One again in his life. But he had taken them out and brought them to the house. Two weeks after receiving the note with the simple words, ”Five years and four months ago, your daughter was born,” Michael finally began the search to confirm the hunch that he had.
Pulling out the binder of various handwriting samples that he had collected, he flipped quickly to the back. Like a scientist who was methodical, Michael had placed all of his information in alphabetical order and quickly he found the sample that was marked simply as Walter.
A chill went down his spine as he did not need to bring the letter up to compare. Somewhere in his mind, he had already confirmed the handwriting the moment that he had seen it. It was also the knowledge that there were only so many people who were gutsy enough to do something like this. Michael closed the book and rubbed his hand against his temple as he pondered what the next move was.
As far as Michael had known, Walter was still inside of Section One. But this kind of bold gesture told Michael that Walter was on the outside. It was plausible. Nikita cared for him and would have tried to allow Walter to retire to a calm life. Especially if he had somehow helped Nikita during a pregnancy. Michael didn’t know how Nikita could have pulled off a pregnancy being the head of Section One, but he had learned never to underestimate Nikita many years ago.
Now the dilemma was in front of Michael. He did try to find Walter as his heart wanted him to do or did he push all of this away, and trap the letter into this box to return to the storage unit that his mind told him he should do. But his rational mind was being persuaded by his emotional being that had become stronger after years of being Adam’s father. Being a father and being allowed to be a loving and active father had made Michael make decisions that his old mind would have never done before.
“Dad?” Adam called out as he was home. Michael slipped the letter into the drawer of his desk and quickly locked it. He was turning as Adam came to stand by the door. “Did you hear about the angel?”
“What?” Michael questioned as he was confused. Adam rolled his eyes at his father, clearly disappointed that Michael wasn’t keeping abreast of the news that had Adam so excited.
“The angel stopped a school shooting from happening… two teenagers were found with military guns hog tied to school buses this afternoon,” Adam explained with excitement that only a pre-teenage boy would have about this kind of activity. Where his son should have been scared about what would have happened if those teenagers had gotten into the school, Adam was excited about the reported angel who had made a bold statement by hog-tying the teenagers up. What should have been done was that the law enforcement should have been called in right away. It made Michael wonder if it was time to move onto another area.
“Adam, this is a very serious thing to be discussing,” Michael reprimanded his son as he turned to his computer and flipped to the local news site to see that Adam was not exaggerating the story. It seemed as if the newspapers had been notified first about the events. Michael flipped the screen off. “There are laws for these things. This angel is not above the law.”
“Doing a better job,” Adam retorted as he shrugged his shoulders. “You know… the ends justifying the means, and all.”
Michael swallowed back his reaction to snap at his son. This was a time that it could be dangerous for Adam to know about Michael’s life, but Adam was smart. He would only ever talk like this to his father. “I did just finish some reports tonight… so I was thinking we could eat out tonight.”
“So you weren’t expecting more mail?” Adam asked as he pulled out an envelope and handed it towards his father. “You are losing your touch.”
Michael blanched. He had been monitoring the cameras around his house and he had seen the postal worker drop the mail into the slot around eleven this morning. Michael had retrieved the mail about five minutes later. There should have been no other mail. NO one else had been up on the porch since then.
“Get washed up,” Michael nudged his head towards the hallway that Adam was standing in. “I want to leave in a half hour.”
“Can I pick?”
“As long as it isn’t Pizza Hut,” Michael replied quickly and he heard his son laughing all the way down the hallway. Michael stood up and pushed the door closed. Doing much like he had the last time, Michael pulled on latex gloves and reviewed the envelope. On the surface there was nothing different.
Pulling the letter out, the hand writing did not shock Michael.
”She had your dark hair and blue eyes. Don’t give up on a search you haven’t started, boy. Things aren’t always the way you see them.”
“Walter,” Michael whispered as he shook his head from side to side. Walter was taunting him into doing something. But there was no way that Michael would risk delving into Section One at this point. He was safe and if Nikita had arranged for that, she would be beyond pissed if he had ruined that protection. But this taunting was making Michael realize that it must be safe to find Walter.
Perhaps Nikita had protected Walter much like he had Michael and Adam. Michael turned back to the envelope and magnified the paper again, working methodically and then stopping when a sliver did not appear right. Moving quickly, Michael found that it was not paper at all. I t was a single microscopic piece of wire and Michael carefully captured it into a sample container and exhaled.
He had a way to track Walter back – and that was what Walter wanted him to do.
Knowing that now was not the time to jump onto this; Michael locked the container into his desk and closed up the lab. He pulled his ponytails out and shook his hair out and stepped into the hallway. “Come on, Adam…. It’s time for dinner.”
Patience taught Michael that sometimes it was best to wait until the next day.
Or at least until later that night.
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