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Date Posted: Sunday, January 09, 10:27:03pm
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Nikita507
's message, "Priority Mail 114+" on Friday, January 07, 08:30:18pm
“Bird, you are so sexy,” Mick spoke as he put the coffee down on the table. The woman rolled her eyes and moved away. Mick sighed as he leaned back in the chair, relieved that the rain had finally stopped in London. He had decided after getting everything taken care of at the storage unit that he needed a break from the search. He thought that coming abroad to London for a week or two would be enough. He had visions of finding some international babe and fooling around with her enough so that he would feel ready to go back to the states. Then he would start the search again.
But things hadn’t gone anywhere near planned. He saw little girls everywhere. On the plane. In the airport. At the London Eye. Those girls just gave Mick more to worry about.
Maybe Nikita’s daughter was abroad now too.
Leaving a generous tip, Mick got away from the café, knowing that it was only serving to depress him further. He started to walk the streets and someone in the distance caught his eyes.
Davenport.
He was about to shout out to the man, but then stopped.
Mick had found out about Davenport living about a year after he had stowed the baby away in the church. He in fact turned up in one of the hotels that Mick was staying at with a DVD that contained a message from Nikita. She needed him to go to Toronto to shake some hands with some politicians. That was all that he had to do and he wasn’t sure what it meant, but he followed directions.
For Nikita.
Davenport then seemed to disappear as much as Nikita had. Mick walked behind the man, realizing quickly that Davenport surely wasn’t looking for him and was not aware that Mick was even tailing behind. Then Mick had to wonder if that man was truly Davenport.
Mick watched as Davenport checked a piece of paper outside of a convalescence home and then he ran inside. Mick found a bench and sat down, wondering what Davenport would have to do at a home like that.
During the wait, Mick thought back to the last conversation that he actually had with Nikita. It was about a year ago and it was ominous and it made him fear for Nikita.
”Hello, Jackson Whipple here,” Mick answered the phone as he pushed his hands through his hair. He sat down as there was silence. “Hello?”
“Mick,” Nikita’s voice was short and precise. He couldn’t remember the last time that he had actually a conversation with Nikita. Everything usually was messages on DVDs or something along those lines. “Called to chat?”
“I wanted to let you know personally that you will no longer be needed for duty,” Nikita declared with a voice that seemed strained.
“I haven’t been officially on the duty list for a long time, Popsicle,” Mick smiled as he sat down. “Perhaps we can get together for some chow… talk about things.”
“There will never be any further talking, Mick,” Nikita was cold and firm. “It’s over.”
Mick shivered and he knew that she meant something. “What’s wrong?”
“This is what is best,” Nikita answered but she really didn’t give him an answer. “How can I help you, Popsicle? You know… I want to do whatever I can…”
“Live your life, Mick,” Nikita replied as she hung up. Mick dropped the phone down and didn’t know if he could believe those words. He didn’t want to believe those words. But something told him that this was real.
Mick watched as Davenport walked out of the building. He knew that it was Davenport, even with the hair that Davenport had grown. Mick touched his own hair and realized that it was stupid for him to try to grow it. He was going to shave it all off again. Then maybe he would feel like Mick again.
Standing up, Mick thought about calling out to Davenport. But he worried about that last call that Nikita had made to him. He worried that maybe she was in that building. He was going to have to check it out. If she was there, there was no way that she would get what he had sent.
And it also meant that Mick really had to find her daughter.
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