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Date Posted: Monday, November 01, 12:07:14pm
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Nikita507
's message, "Priority Mail 18+" on Friday, October 29, 07:32:50pm
Adam shuffled into the kitchen on Sunday morning and rubbed his eyes as he saw his father and Walter at the kitchen table. He stopped and saw the papers around them. “Did you not go to bed?”
“For a little bit,” Michael replied as he placed the cup of coffee down on the table. “You wanted us to have one full plan complete by the end of the weekend and we have to leave by four this afternoon to make it home so you can do your homework.”
“I thought the plan was done?” Adam asked as he sat down while Walter stood up and moved to the refrigerator. “We will have a programmed phone number that will also ring my cell phone that will indicate that you have run into danger and I’m to immediately come up to Walter’s.”
“It isn’t that simple,” Michael turned to look at his son. “We have to insure that the line is secure and that means that we have to modify your existing cell phone and put fail safes in place so that the number isn’t accidentally called for any reason.”
“Accidentally?” Adam shook his head as Walter cleared his throat from the counter. “Scrambled eggs ok with you two?”
“That would be wonderful,” Michael replied as he moved some papers over to Adam. “See, even with a traditional phone it can accidentally be called…. Even telemarketers could get that number and we don’t want to start a whole chain of events with a call by a telemarketer.”
“We put it on the do not call list,” Adam retorted and Michael shook his head. “Too many ways to get around that…. But Walter is working on the phone scheme right now… and I’m formulating the many reasons why I would make a call to that number. We are proposing that we can create a code system to use the number to send a text message of the code… each indicating a different type of scenario of what is going on…. So you might have some more information than just to get to Walter.”
Adam looked at the papers and tapped the first one. “Captured by a U.S. standard governmental agency?”
“Like the police… FBI…” Michael explained and Adam frowned as he looked at the second. “Captured by a U.S. non-standard governmental agency? How are they different?”
“I have some connections in the standard governmental agencies… plus, some groups are a lot less likely to impersonate those governmental officials while other agencies I don’t have the contacts and they are more likely to be impersonated…” Michael honestly admitted as he looked at his son.
“Like the CIA?” Adam asked and Michael shrugged his shoulders. “I would know the situation…. And who has me probably. I don’t want to get specific with which agency.”
“Do you like your eggs dry or wet?” Walter asked from the stove. Adam turned and looked at Walter. “How can you stand there and make food while we are talking about this? It’s crazy!”
Walter turned with the spatula in his hand to look at Adam. “It is smart, Adam.”
Adam looked at his father and then to the list again. “Unknown hostile? Known hostile? Dad… these are crazy!”
“There could be a group that I know who could find me and hold me. If I get a message out, I want to get that information back out so you can let Walter know…. But there are others that I might not know…. Who are more enemies of Nikita’s than of mine… or enemies that she made after I was out and I know very little about.”
“Enemies?” Adam blinked his eyes as he thought about what his father was saying.
“Oh, Adam that matters!” Walter declared while cooking. “We would want to know if it was Red Cell, Glass Curtain…. Those are the big ones… there are other ones like Black Cell, that really don’t have something against your father, but may be interested in the head of Section.”
“And there are even individuals that are important … I worked a list up for Walter but I’m going to give them three different grades… A, B, and C…. the ones with A are the most dangerous,” Michael continued to explain.
Adam lifted a hand and shook his head. “If you are trying to make me scared of the planning to get me to back down from this, Dad…. It isn’t going to work.”
“I’m not trying to do that,” Michael answered as Walter pulled out some plates from the cupboard. “Do you want toast with the eggs?”
“I think you are trying to make me scared by all of this!” Adam declared and Michael exhaled. “This is all the work that is involved with writing a briefing for a mission, Adam. And I have to act like this is a mission.”
“We have never been worried about this stuff before,” Adam complained. Walter snapped his fingers. “I’m going to start some toast…. And get some more eggs…”
Walter placed the plates in front of the father and son and hoped that they would start to eat. But he knew better and he went back to the stove while popping in the toast.
“I have been worried about all of this stuff, Adam. The difference is that I have never been looking to go searching through all of these groups to find someone,” Michael explained as he spun his plate around and stood up. He moved to the refrigerator and opened it to grab the ketchup, something that Adam had introduced him to with his eggs when they started off after Michael left Nikita. “Once I start, I don’t know where I will end up.”
“Who says that Nikita is with any of these groups? Maybe she is out there having a regular life and just doesn’t know to come find us? Maybe she thought that you fell in love with someone else? Or maybe she thought that you would pretend to fall in love with someone else in order to give me another woman to be my mother?” Adam brought up possibilities as he took the ketchup from his father and loaded a lot of it onto the eggs before handing it over to his father. “Why do you always go to the worst case scenario? You shouldn’t start there. You should start with the easiest!”
“It is the hardest to plan for the worst case scenario… you start there and work backwards and then run the probabilities of what will happen,” Michael answered and then picked up his coffee. He sipped some more and leaned his head back. “I’m not going to naturally start there.”
Adam groaned and Walter was back at the refrigerator. “You are a bit young for coffee, Adam. How about some orange juice?”
“Fine,” Adam huffed as he slumped in his chair and pushed the papers away. “I knew that you were going to make this difficult, Dad.”
Michael had taken a bite of his eggs and he chewed slowly. He swallowed some more coffee again before looking at Adam. “I cannot risk being irrational or impatient about this, Adam. I’m still not sure what happened to Section.”
“I told you,” Walter huffed. “It wasn’t necessary any longer with all the interagency things going on between all the nations….”
“I have no confirmation of what happened to Section,” Michael glared at Walter as the toast popped up. It made Walter turn to tend to the food and Michael exhaled as he looked at his food. “Let’s get through breakfast and maybe you’ll be more willing to listen to Walter about all of the plans while I take a quick shower.”
Adam grumbled as he stabbed at the eggs. Michael knew that his son thought that he was purposely going slowly and he was probably partially right about it. But the reality was that Michael did not know what was going on in the world any longer. As his time away from Section grew and he became more accustomed to the life that he had going for himself and his son, all because Nikita made it possible, the more Michael had moved away from the constant worry of terrorists showing up at his doorstep. Going through this also scared Michael as it showed how much he had been risking of late.
Walter arrived with more eggs and the toast. He finally sat down with his own plate and sighed. “I guess I can’t talk either one of you to go fishing at the lake today, right?”
Both men looked at Walter and he lifted his hands up in the air. “That’s fine… but someday soon you two are going to come up here for some fun! I like being a grandfather type and I deserve to have that with Adam.”
“It will be a while, Walter. Dad won’t work on the plans until next weekend with you,” Adam retorted. Michael swallowed hard his instant reaction to fire back at his son. Michael slowly exhaled. “I’m not going to take on any further cases, Adam. I’m going to close up the work that I have pending right now… and then finish up the plans. But the right thing to do right now is to finish the cases that I have taken on. There are families that deserve the answers that they need and there are police companies that need my test results.”
Adam’s tough shell softened a bit. He knew how much his father liked finding the answers that others didn’t find. He liked helping families either continue to have hope or to know the truth about what had happened. “Ok…. Ok…”
“And for lunch… I’ll make some chicken pot pie…. I have it sitting in the freezer and it just needs put in the oven,” Walter declared as he wasn’t sure what he could say right now. In ways it was nice to see Michael as a father, but in many other ways, it was like he had walked into an extreme version of the Twilight Zone.
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