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Date Posted: Monday, November 01, 12:08:23pm
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Nikita507
's message, "Priority Mail 18+" on Friday, October 29, 07:32:50pm
Michael looked at the folders that he had on his desk and he frowned. It was the middle of the week and it had taken him three days to sort through where he stood on cases and projects. He didn’t get anything much completed, but he did have a decent stack of cases that needed final reports and invoicing completed. He did not realize that he had left so many cases at the state of not submitting the invoices for payment.
Money was not a problem for Michael so there were times that he just simply didn’t bill for the work, but he tried not to do that often. He did not want to get swamped with more work because it got out there that he did not always bill. However, his skills were needed in growing demand and he had allowed that part of his livelihood slip once he got busy.
Now that he was trying to wrap up projects, new ones were being turned away. Michael wasn’t sure what to do as there were not many other people out there that could do what he could do. He did not like to brag, but Michael knew that in many ways he was able to do what he could do because of what Section One had trained him to know.
Rolling his shoulders back, Michael looked at the special pile that he had created that held two cases – the angel and the Reverend Mother’s unknown person. Michael rolled his chair towards them and pulled out the folders, glancing at the information and realizing that he had to run the blood samples for both.
“Dad!” Adam shouted as the front door slammed. Michael glanced at the clock and rubbed his head. These two cases would have to wait until the next day. It was probably too late to start processing the blood either way and Michael wanted to only do the task once for both cases.
Michael also did not want Adam coming into the lab today. He was in yesterday and was disappointed by the work that had been completed. Adam did not see the organization that Michael had to do as being working towards getting ready to search for Nikita. Instead, Adam saw it as Michael delaying.
Adam was about to enter as Michael stepped out. “What’s going on, Adam?”
“The angel… she was really close to us this time!” Adam declared as he clutched the paper in his hand. “They even put a special edition of the newspaper out this afternoon because of all that she did last night!”
Michael knew that this helped explain why Lieutenant McCarty had not returned his phone call from this morning. Michael had been trying to talk to Nat to inform him that he was not going to take on any further work for a while. It was only the right thing to do – to let those people who did really help Michael become known as an expert in the field. “Adam…. You know my feelings about this angel.”
“But if it is an angel… that explains how it is all being done. Maybe it isn’t a real person. Maybe it is a guardian angel in the area making sure that the bad things don’t happen,” Adam pushed the paper into Michael’s hands. He then tugged at his father’s arm. “Let’s talk in the kitchen while I eat my apple.”
Michael followed behind his son, finding it odd that Adam was willingly going to eat an apple for snack after lunch. Adam always fought with him about that. Putting the paper down on the counter, Michael sat down on the bar stool as Adam grabbed an apple and washed it. Stopping, Adam turned and glared, “You aren’t reading the paper!”
Michael smoothed out the paper and turned to the front page. “Heaps of Joy due to Angel” the title screamed and Michael rolled his eyes. Then he started to read.
In a twenty-four hour period of time a chop shop, a minor drug ring, three attempted home invasions, a sexual assault, and a dirty politician were all stopped. Michael flipped through the pages and saw that the one home invasion was just one community over from where they lived. Michael pushed the paper away. “No one that one person does this, Adam.”
“Dad, maybe this is good for us.”
“Good for us?” Michael inquired as he was confused. He did not know how it was good that this so-called angel had stopped a crime from happening only minutes away from their house. In fact, Michael thought he should be more worried about what if something like this crime happened while he was busy looking for Nikita.
“Yes,” Adam declared as he tossed his apple in the air and caught it. He took a huge bite and chewed some before continuing on, “The angel is going to be around to watch over me so you can start looking for Nikita…. And my sister.”
Michael watched as Adam continued to eat his apple. He glanced at the paper and then back up at Adam. This wasn’t an angel like Adam’s new belief and Michael folded the paper up. “The police found some blood at one of the scenes, Adam. I’m to process it and find out who it is.”
Adam stopped chewing and then finally swallowed. “It’s a real person?”
“Some of these… probably are the same person. But not all of them, Adam,” Michael countered as Adam tossed the apple core away and then sat down beside his father on the other bar stool.
“But it could be the same person,” Adam declared and Michael groaned.
“No, Dad… it could be. If it was you… you could do this all in one night!” Adam argued and Michael looked up at the ceiling in disbelief. His son was so stubborn in his thoughts that he just wouldn’t let it go. “I couldn’t do this all in one night.”
“You would have if you were still in,” Adam shrugged his shoulders.
Michael couldn’t say anything against that statement. But Michael had to stop this train of thought. “There isn’t a former Section operative out there pretending to be an angel, Adam. Those that got out are probably far away from any sort of law related occupation.”
“You aren’t,” Adam again shrugged his shoulders. Michael also couldn’t counter against what Adam had stated. “But I was one of the best… and all of this…” Michael picked up the paper with a shake of his head, “would have been damn near impossible to do by oneself.”
Adam’s shoulders fell and Michael rubbed at his son’s neck. “I love that you have that you have the faith in me to think I could have done all of this, Adam. But that was a person that I’m not any longer.”
“Can’t I hope that there is an angel? Someone out there protecting people… protecting people who may not have someone like you as their father?” Adam turned and looked at his father. In that moment, Adam looked like the young boy that Michael wished he could stay. Michael kissed his son’s head and nodded his own head up and down as he held his son. “Of course… I want you to believe that…”
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