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Date Posted: Sunday, February 13, 11:41:02pm
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's message, "Priority Mail 165+" on Saturday, February 12, 08:17:25pm
Nikita leaned into Michael and held onto his arm. “Your son is a rapper.”
“I can’t believe he did a Christmas rap,” Michael groaned as the final performance of the Holiday pageant was just wrapping up. Michael couldn’t believe it that his son had walked up onto stage and turned a hat on backwards and started to rap. Adam, who said that he hated rap, had gone on stage and performed a rap that had most of the parents in shock, but the students appeared to have loved it.
“He was doing that for Bea,” Nikita stated as she looked down to where the students were. The young girl was glowing and continuing to look at Adam with stars in her eyes. Michael looked at the girl and then back to Nikita. “What?”
“Oh, they have been crushing on each other for a couple weeks now,” Nikita added as she stood up with everyone else as they cheered for all of the performers of the show. Nikita stood beside Michael and held to the belief that this was the right thing. She hadn’t had any child make her think anything that she didn’t want too and it ended up being a good time.
It was as they were mingling afterwards that Adam ran towards them. “Nikita, I didn’t know that you were coming until I saw you with dad in the audience!”
“I didn’t know that you were going to rap,” Nikita replied back with a large smile. Adam looked down to the floor and shrugged his shoulders. “Just something that I threw together.”
“Well, it was good,” Nikita answered and then she looked at Michael. Michael nodded his head. “I’m proud of you, Adam.”
“I know that you don’t like rap…” Adam looked around and Michael took his hand to make Adam look at him. “You did good.”
Adam started to glow with happiness. He looked around and grabbed Nikita’s arm. “I want you to meet Ms. Randolph… she is my English teacher…”
Nikita was smart enough to grab onto Michael to make sure that he came along. She was panicking that she was going to say something wrong as she met teachers. She found herself looking at the older woman who looked like she was ready to play the role of Mrs. Santa Claus as she laughed at Adam. “You are a very good rhymer, Mr. Pomeroy.”
“Ms. Randolph, I want you to meet Nikita…” Adam spoke as he didn’t even realize the compliment that she had given to Adam.
“Nice to meet you, Mrs. Pomeroy,” Ms. Randolph extended her hand. Nikita looked at the hand and shook her head. “I’m not married to Michael yet…. My name is Nikita…”
Nikita paused and she felt Michael beside her. “Nikita DeFries.”
“Oh,” Ms. Randolph blushed. “I just assumed that you two were newlyweds… you look so happy together and Adam can’t stop talking about you, Ms. DeFries.”
Nikita blushed as she reached out for Adam. “Adam is pretty special.”
“That he is,” Michael chimed in as he wrapped a hand around Nikita’s waist. “It’s good to see you again, Ms. Randolph.”
“Much better than last year when Adam was obsessed about the angel… I could not have taken another paper about the angel,” Ms. Randolph commented with a slight roll of her eyes. “I know that your son can get bored in class… but he has become a great young man this year.”
“Please,” Adam now rolled his eyes as he looked around and saw Bea staring at the conversation. “Can we go now? I want to get home…”
“Don’t you want any cookies?” Nikita questioned as she teased Adam. He arched an eyebrow and shook his head. “Yours are better.”
“Flattery can sometimes get you what you want,” Nikita admitted as she had already left out some cookies from those that she had made this morning.
Nikita had started to feel comfortable as she sat in the car. She had gotten through the school and being around the children. She was confident that it was the right thing to do and she relaxed as she leaned back in the seat as Michael started to drive home.
But Nikita was soon to find out that she was wrong.
”Nikita, I understand that you don’t like the perimeters of this mission, but they are to stay,” Madeline directed as she moved down the hallway to her office. Nikita followed behind and slammed her hand out to stop Madeline. “How is it right to have a teacher kidnap a child that looks up to the teacher in the middle of a crisis situation in the school? How are you going to be sure that no one gets hurt?”
“There aren’t any guarantees. You know the changes are up because we cannot contain all of the variables.”
“And if a child gets in the way? Are you going to have operatives gun the child down?” Nikita questioned and Madeline stepped forward. “If that is what it takes to get to Hans Bittner… then yes.”
“Yes?” Nikita’s voice cracked as she shook her head. “This isn’t right.”
“You should know that right and wrong don’t matter here, Nikita,” Madeline smirked as she turned and looked at Nikita. “Have you heard from Michael lately?”
“He is still in Kosovo I believe,” Nikita replied back tersely. Madeline nodded her head. “I would have assigned you to that mission… had it not been for other things you have done…”
Nikita jerked her head and rubbed her face. She turned and saw Michael staring at her. “We are going right home, right?”
“Yes,” Michael nodded his head as he reached out and squeezed Nikita’s knee. “Are you ok?”
“I’ll be fine,” Nikita whispered as she turned her head to look at the window. She hated when she had missions while Michael was out of Section and there were hundreds of them that she was sure that Michael didn’t know the details too.
Michael kicked the door in that was in front of them and Nikita followed Michael as they entered with their weapons drawn knowing that there could be numerous occupants. They swept effectively as they move through the small house and as they pass in front of the rear window, a spray of bullets smash through the window and Nikita dove for the floor as did Michael, relieved that Michael was not hit. Nikita turned to see the shooter before Michael could react. Nikita sees the shooter first. “Michael, it’s just a boy!”
As they prepare for the next move, the scared boy’s gun jammed and he realized in a split second that he had to run. Nikita chased after him as did Michael and slid to a halt after the boy slipped under a broken section of the barn’s door. They could easily break the door but Nikita squatted to look at the door as she wanted to calm the boy down. “It's okay, we're not going to hurt you, and we can help you.”
Nikita could sense that Michael was losing patience and Nikita tried again after too much silence. “We’re looking for someone ... maybe you can help us.”
Michael’s eyes were reading that he was ready to break the door and Nikita swallowed hard. “Please .... look, we can help you. ... We can give you a ride somewhere. ... You hungry? We've got some food.”
Just as she was afraid that she was only going to hear silence, the noise of the bolt sliding open was heard. As they entered the boy backed way. “Are you with the others?”
“No, we're not,” Nikita answered.
“You’re soldiers,” the boy declared and Nikita looks at Michael for the response. “ No. ... We're fighting the soldiers.”
Nikita turned her head as she heard some sort of noise that seemed to be wrong. From the far corner of the barn a little girl emerged from a large bale of hay. She reaches out for the boy’s arm as she moved closer to him. She has a red cap that seems to make her big eyes even larger. Nikita felt her heart expand as there weren’t to be children in the area. That was what the intel had said.
“What's your name?” Nikita asked the young girl.
“Sasha,” the boy answered gently. Nikita didn’t look up at him but focused on the girl. “You cold, Sasha?”
When the boy turned and started to ask the question in sign language, Nikita almost started to cry. She watched as the young girl replies back in sign language so he could tell Nikita the answer. “Yes.”
Nikita pulled her parka of body. She crouched down and placed it gently around the tiny girl with big eyes who was named Sasha. “Is that better?”
“Nikita?” Michael called out as he saw her jerk. He slowed down and pulled to the side of the road. “Nikita… talk to me.”
“I want to go home…” Nikita rasped as she looked over at Michael. “I’m fine.”
“You are having a flash,” Michael spoke and Nikita nodded her head. “Please… home…”
Sasha was on her lap, gently taking a cracker from her hand. She was so tentative that it was clear that Sasha was afraid that Nikita was going to take it away from her. Nikita turned her head to see Peter sitting on a bale of hay, facing Michael.
“What did they do after they grabbed your parents?” Michael asked.
“They just left.”
“Where were you and Sasha?”
“We were hiding,” Peter replied. Michael paused for a moment and pulled out his handheld computer and turned it so Peter could look at it. “Have you ever seen one of these?”
Peter was confused. He slightly shrugged his shoulders and looked over at Nikita and Sasha before looking back to Michael. Michael turned the device back to pull up a picture of Luca. “Is this the man who took your parents?”
Peter’s eyes expanded first although he didn’t nod right away. Both neither Michael nor Nikita were surprised when Peter started to nod his head up and down.
“Do you know where they went?” Michael inquired.
“To the train yards ...” Peter’s voice cracked. “That's where they take everyone.”
“Where are the train yards?” Michael asked the young boy. But Peter shook his head from side to side. “I've just heard about them.”
With a smooth movement, Michael placed his pad back into his pocket and started towards Nikita. She looked at him and could see that he was ready to move. “Nikita, let's go. We have a location.”
Nikita stroked Sasha’s back. “What about Peter and Sasha?”
“They've told us everything they know,” Michael answered as he passed Nikita. He was near the barn’s door when he stopped and could tell that Nikita had not moved. “We can't leave them here alone. We have to take them somewhere, Michael.”
He turned to faced her. His face was stone. Nikita flinched even before he answered. “No.”
Nikita stayed where she was. He was more of a man than he was an operative. He had to see how important this was and how it was wrong to leave Peter and Sasha here. They weren’t to be here. The intel said that no innocents were in the area. These were the biggest innocents they could have come across.
“Kita…” Michael spoke as he stroked her cheek. “Come on, Kita… you are stronger than the memories…”
Nikita shook her head and the tears flowed from her eyes. She felt sick and she turned her head down towards Michael.
“We should get her home,” Adam spoke up from the back seat. “Someone might think we need help, Dad. She wanted to go home.”
Michael kissed Nikita’s forehead and pulled himself together while easing back into the driver’s seat. “Kita… We are both here for you… and I’m going to get you home… where you will be safe... ok?”
Nikita nodded her head up and down as she pulled her legs up on the seat and tried to do whatever it would take not to go back to the memories of Peter and Sasha.
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