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Date Posted: Saturday, February 05, 07:20:29pm
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's message, "Priority Mail 156+" on Friday, February 04, 07:27:24pm
“We could still give them the alternative story of what you both have been through. Its close enough, but not the real story,” Tom sat on the couch across from the love seat that Nikita and Michael were on. Nikita had her legs wrapped up underneath her body. She shook her head from side to side as Michael glanced at Nikita to confirm the decision was hers to make.
“Obviously, some sanitation of what you tell them should be advised,” Tom sighed as he leaned forward. “You don’t have to tell them why you were recruited or how… and I would suggest sparing them a lot of the details.”
“What happens once they know will happen,” Michael spoke as he looked at his watch and knew that they would be there shortly. “And we would like you to start explaining it to them.”
“Me?”
“Yes,” Michael nodded his head as he looked at Nikita and then back to Tom. It would be easiest for Tom to do most of the talking. If Nikita was going to struggle with anything, it was going to be this right now.
Tom slowly nodded his head up and down. He didn’t like to be in this position, but given what was going on between Michael and Nikita right now; Tom could sense that Michael needed to be able to hold onto Nikita as the details were shared. He also had some other things to go over with the two of them before Rhoda and Nat arrived. “My biggest concern between Rhoda and Nat is Nat. He is a law official and he may struggle with this because it does go again his grain.”
“He was military,” Michael pointed out and Tom nodded his head. “But still not going to be easy for him. He may want to verify existence… and of course that doesn’t exist.”
Nikita’s legs started to bounce and Tom sighed. “Although I have heard that some things from Section may be out…. Partial databases… some formulas for specialized, untested, drugs… prototypes…”
Nikita lifted her head defiantly. “Are you spying on me?”
“Walter told me. He must not have known that the agreement was that all evidence of Section was to be permanently destroyed,” Tom pointed out and Nikita didn’t even flinch. “Then send me back to Section.”
“I just want to know why,” Tom whispered as he didn’t react to Nikita’s statement. She was trying to make him emotionally react and that was not the point right now.
“Protection,” Nikita answered and Tom rolled his eyes. “But not enough details about what might help people with you.”
Nikita shrugged her shoulders and Tom groaned. “The reason why all evidence was to be destroyed was to protect you and the others. If it ever got out… and if you got into a jam because what you did not destroy… I can’t tell you that we could protect you.”
“I’ve done a good job of protecting myself,” Nikita replied back as she looked at Michael. Michael stroked the back of his hand against her cheek. “The medical files were important, Tom.”
Tom sighed and lifted his hands. “You could have told us… we probably would have agreed with what you appear to have on the outside. None of it can directly be linked to a physical organization.”
Nikita merely blinked her eyes and Tom had a sense that Nikita knew this all along.
Before anyone could speak again, the doorbell rang. Nikita watched as Michael got up. Soon the room had Nat and Rhoda inside of it. Tom took a seat in the recliner and allowed Nat and Rhoda to sit across from Michael and Nikita.
“It has been a long discussion on reading you into the information that I’m going to give you today,” Tom spoke as he pressed his hands together. “First, this is only one part of my life and it is not the primary part of my life. I am mostly in charge of a social organization that is making matches of children to senior citizens… but I do work with a federal organization on the intelligence level to protect two people.”
“What organization?” Nat asked and Tom shook his head slightly. “I’m not at liberty to divulge that. But I can tell you that I am the handler for both Michael and Nikita. It was primarily Nikita to start with and she had slipped off my radar for almost the full year.”
“Radar? Some sort of air force related thing?” Rhoda looked at Nikita and she shook her head.
“They both worked for an organization known as Section. It was loosely related to multiple intelligence agencies, but it worked primarily independently to protect the world against terrorist factions that the general public has never heard of. But as the intelligence community started to consolidate efforts… Section had become slightly redundant and its ways were deemed… overboard,” Tom continued to talk and Nikita dropped her head as her stomach rolled violently.
She didn’t know where she was. The room was white and bright, but she was cold. She had thin clothing on that was white. She wondered if she had died and if somehow this was going to make the nightmare of her life end on a good note. But she looked and saw the man standing in all black and wondered quickly if this was hell.
“Good morning. I'm not going to hurt you,” Michael spoke as he stood there but he almost seemed like he was behind glass.
“What is this?” Nikita questioned as she looked at that man, part of her wanting to not trust anything he said, but something else that said that this man was going to mean something to her. She also knew that this was a life that she was still alive and she was not dead. But she didn’t know what this was at all.
“You're not in prison anymore,” Michael spoke as he then lifted a picture. “The world thinks you're dead. Suicide. This is your funeral. Row 8, plot 30.”
Nikita glared at the picture and she felt as if she was coming apart. “My momma…didn't come?”
Before he spoke, Nikita had a sense that he wasn’t going to give her the answer to her question. “We've decided to give you another chance. This is where you'll train. This is where you'll learn. After two years, if everything goes well, you'll work for us.”
She still hadn’t gotten an answer to where this was. “Why me?”
He paused as he looked directly at her. It was as if he was able to see right through her, almost as if he was a robot of sorts. “A woman with your looks, who can kill in cold blood…”
“I didn't, I didn't, I didn't kill anyone!” Nikita fought back, finding herself against his body, trying to knock the sense into this man that she had been wrongly accused and penalized for that murder. Why couldn’t anyone see that she was framed?
He was above her and had control. “When you attack someone from behind, go for the kidneys. It disables and they can't fight back.”
“I don't want - I don't want lessons!” Nikita protested as she shook her head slightly.
“We start tomorrow at 5 a.m,” the man directed as he stood there.
“And if I don't want to?”
“Row 8, plot 30.”
“None of the agencies will say that what Section did was right. None of the agencies would do what Section did either to get the men and women to work for them. But none of the agencies could also get the results that Section got there for a long time during the Cold War. Times changed and it was no longer a time for Section,” Tom explained as he looked at the shocked faces of Nat and Rhoda. Both were quiet and they weren’t asking questions. He was stunned so he continued. “Nikita was in charge at that time. She investigated all of the personnel at Section and those that were not too dangerous were allowed back out into the world… although not back to the lives that they had.”
Nikita squeezed Michael’s hand and kept her head down. Michael placed a hand over her shoulder. “I’m thinking about when I first met you too, Kita… It’s ok.”
Nikita stiffened but didn’t say a word.
“Where am I going?” Nikita inquired as she followed Michael in another one of those endless dark hallways that seemed to be around every single corner of the joint that she figured was somehow way underground. She had learned some things quickly and she did not trust this Michael, but she did figure out not to fight him either.
“To meet your new mother,” Michael answered without any emotion in his voice. That probably bothered Nikita more than anything. She was constantly firing with emotion to just see if she could get him to response in like, but it was as if all inflection of emotion was drained from him. She worried that she would become like that. “So who are you, my father?”
As Michael always did when Nikita fired back with sarcasm, he merely paused and blinked his eyes. “Wait here,” Michael directed as he ignored her question.
Nikita wasn’t sure what her new mother would look like. She was expecting another robot type person. But this woman tried to be warm as she approached. “They seem to think you have potential.”
“Who's "they"? Who are you?” Nikita questioned as she was ready to hear another statement that would give her no answers.
“I'm Madeline. They are Section One. They own you now,” Madeline replied smoothly as if she had answered the question many times in the past. Nikita’s stomach churned as she realized Madeline probably had answered that question many times in the past. “Didn't know I was for sale.”
“Please sit down. If you want to live, it has to be on our terms. So please, do sit down,” Madeline directed as she ignored Nikita’s sarcasm. “Look at yourself. Admire yourself. See your beauty. You can learn to shoot. You can learn to fight. But there's no weapon as powerful as your femininity. We're family now, Nikita.”
“There are things that they won’t be able to tell you about because it is too hard for them to remember. But I’m sure that Nikita and Michael are relieved that we have been able to tell you this much. They fought hard for this information to be released… and it is because they trust you,” Tom spoke firmly as he leaned forward. “Please keep this information here and do not try to confirm it. It can be too dangerous if something goes wrong.”
“We are in danger?” Rhoda asked and Nat shook his head from side to side. “No. As long as we don’t try to verify his story.”
“We’ll tell you what we can,” Michael offered as he looked across to the couple. He looked at Nikita and she continued have her head down.
“Get up! Stand!” Michael commanded, but did not yell. She was in his office and he walked around the desk and stared at her. “Section One is the most clandestine organization on the planet. It's our job to bring down the criminals and terrorists that no one else can get.”
“I can't do what you want me to do,” Nikita tried to explain as she couldn’t stop the tears that were speckled across her cheeks.
“Mistakes are not an option,” Michael intoned as he often did in trainings. She was sick of those statements. She was sick of him.
“I can't pull the trigger,” Nikita declared again as she had tried to tell him millions of times in the past during training.
“Why not?”
“Because I'm not who you think I am. I'm not a killer,” Nikita plead her case again. She couldn’t believe he didn’t see that she wasn’t a killer. She didn’t have it in her.
“The moment I believe that, Nikita, you're cancelled,” Michael ended the conversation.
Nikita looked at Michael and wrapped her hands around his neck. “Michael…”
“It’s ok, Kita… it’s natural that you are thinking of things right now… I’m here,” Michael whispered as he rubbed the back of Nikita’s neck and kissed her cheek. He didn’t care for the audience, but that didn’t stop this right now. Nikita needed to feel him and know that whatever she was remembering right now wasn’t who they were right now.
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