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Date Posted: Monday, February 14, 07:57:21pm
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's message, "Priority Mail 165+" on Saturday, February 12, 08:17:25pm
“Kita…” Michael started as he walked into their room where Nikita had headed too as soon as they got home. “Can you talk about… it?”
Nikita looked towards Michael and slightly nodded her head up and down. She twisted her hands in the blanket as Michael moved towards her but she didn’t feel like being touched right now. “You know… I hated when we didn’t have missions together.”
Michael nodded his head. “I tried to not allow it…”
“I know,” Nikita interrupted as she knew the way that Section was. Nikita swallowed and looked to her hands. “I know that they did most of their dastardly events when you weren’t around… trying to poke holes into my already bleeding psyche…”
Michael dropped his head as he wasn’t sure Nikita was going to get to a point right now. She was talking, which was good, but she wasn’t talking about a memory. That was a bad sign but Michael also didn’t want to push Nikita. She had to find a way to start talking about what had bothered her so badly in the car.
“Did you know that one time they had me pose as a teacher?” Nikita questioned and Michael blinked. “No… where was I?”
Nikita hesitated and then turned her head. “They had me in the school as a teacher… and they had operatives attack it… somehow the press and even the authorities were lead to believe that it was a school shooting… although no one was every found…”
Michael noted that Nikita had not answered his question, but he did not dare interrupt her.
“And thank god that they didn’t try to blame a child… and ruin the child’s life,” Nikita hissed as she shook her head. “Worse, I had kidnapped a girl who was unfortunately a daughter of an arms dealer.”
“How did the authorities not figure out that you took a girl?” Michael questioned. Nikita rolled her eyes. “By making all the children liars… a switch-aroo… You remember Catherine who had the dark hair… and was about two inches shorter that I was? But in a pinch, could look like me? Well, I wore a wig.”
Michael hated hearing this. He thought he had a sense of all the missions that they had put Nikita on while he wasn’t there but he always knew that there was mass misdirection going on. He didn’t understand why Nikita didn’t tell him, but then he was sure that Nikita was scared.
“I marked the girl as being absent that day… so when they were checking attendance with the children that got out, she was officially marked as absent… and because I was a substitute, the children really didn’t notice that Catherine was not the teacher that had taught them most of the week,” Nikita shook her head again as she pulled her legs up to her chest. “And the father, being nefarious as he was, said that his daughter was home when they called to double-check the attendance…”
Michael touched Nikita’s arm. “You can’t help fact that other children have bad parents, Kita. You couldn’t control that. And by then the ransom must have been made.”
Nikita looked at Michael and slightly shook her head. “No. Section didn’t call with terms until they could confirm that he was looking for his daughter… it was the next afternoon that they finally called him.”
Nikita tensed up and worked away from Michael’s touch. That was when he stopped and sighed. There was a question that Nikita had not answered and he knew that it had to be important. While this was upsetting, Michael didn’t think this was the bulk of what Nikita had struggled with in the car, not why he had to pull over. “Kita… where was I?”
Nikita looked towards the far wall as she struggled. Finally she allowed a few tears to fall and she wiped them away while she didn’t face Michael. “You were in Kosovo.”
“I didn’t have many missions there,” Michael stated as he rubbed his forehead. “You did a few with me.”
“And then they pulled me,” Nikita turned to look at Michael but dropped her head when she could feel Michael’s green eyes on her. She slowly looked up at Michael with more tears rolling down her face. “After... Peter and… Sas… Sas…”
“Sasha,” Michael whispered as he leaned in and wiped at her face. “I know that it was hard on you…”
Nikita shook her head. She swallowed hard and tried to find the strength. “I used to have dreams… of them finding their parents… that Section took them to their parents…”
“I now that they were trying,” Michael stated but as Nikita flinched, Michael dropped his hands. “Kita?”
“I found out,” Nikita sniffled as she pushed her hair back. “I didn’t mean to find out… but when I took over Section… I investigated all the missions that seemed wrong… all the things that were being down to make me act in a certain way… so I understood the labyrinth that Section put me in… the game of cat and mouse that they played with my life.”
Michael felt a knot forming in his throat. He swallowed several times. “Madeline said… they knew were the parents were.”
“Their parents were dead,” Nikita hissed as she shook her head. “Their parents never made it out of the train yard.”
Michael stroked Nikita’s hair. “I’m sorry…”
“Michael,” Nikita pulled away from Michael’s touch. “I wish I didn’t find out.”
Michael felt like he had been instantly frozen. The way that Nikita was acting and her words told his mind what she was going to say. But he didn’t want to believe it.
“Section… Section sacrificed them… two weeks later,” Nikita declared firmly as she leaned back and stared at the ceiling as she sobbed. “They filled their book bags up with explosives that looked like clothes… told them that they were going to a market to meet up with their parents… back in Kosovo…”
Michael shut his eyes hard. He had been on a tail end of a mission that had started with an explosion of an unknown origin in a market place. They also missed the target and had to do two follow up missions that lead to the deaths of several operatives. Now he realized that the explosion had been planned. “No… No…”
Nikita nodded her head up and down. “I had hoped to find them like the other children… stuck somewhere in Section… but they sent them to their death… because I didn’t leave them behind.”
Michael shook his head as he pulled Nikita up by her shoulders. “They would have died in that farmhouse, Kita.”
“We should have left them… they might have lived,” Nikita tried to pull away but Michael wouldn’t let her go. “No, Kita… they had no clean water… no food… and there were only hostiles... they would have been found in less than a day and probably tortured when they told about the two soldiers that had been in the barn with them.”
Nikita pushed at Michael but somehow ended up in a huge bear hug. Michael stroked her back as he realized that she had found out this information at the beginning of her reign of being Operations, which meant that she found out that she was pregnant. Michael didn’t know how Nikita had lived with herself and the guilt that it was clear that she felt from her actions with Peter and Sasha. Michael was stunned with the fact that Section used children in such a manner.
“It was because we spent time with them… because they knew our names,” Nikita pulled away from Michael as she was gaining her composure. She rubbed at her ravaged face and shook her head. “It’s one of the stories I told the other organizations about… about what Section had done… when I wasn’t sure what was going to happen… before I knew that they wanted to get those good elements a second chance… I wanted them to know that I was different and nothing like the old regime… I didn’t treat operatives like mice in maze.”
Michael nodded his head. “I know, Kita… I know.”
Nikita rocked slightly and looked at him. “I’m an awful person, Michael.”
“You didn’t do that to Peter and Sasha,” Michael spoke. He then repeated it for a long time as Nikita’s eyes showed that she didn’t believe his words. Then she started to nod her head. She needed to hear that she didn’t have a role in what Section ultimately did to those children.
“I try not to think about them,” Nikita declared as she coughed slightly. “I need something for a headache.”
“How about some soup too? You are missing dinner,” Michael offered and he watched as Nikita nodded her head up and down. He got to the edge of the bed and looked at Nikita. “I know that it might not feel like it now, Kita… but telling me about this is going to make it easier… it won’t hurt as much.”
“I hope so.”
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