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Date Posted: Sunday, November 07, 06:59:39pm
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Nikita507
's message, "Priority Mail 34+" on Saturday, November 06, 06:47:33pm
A week had gone by and Michael had walked around with the cell phone that would ring if Nikita opened up the cell phone that he had left behind on his body. It had been a week of barely any sleep and a week that he had to continue to tell Adam that it was going to take time.
“When are you going to see her again?” Walter asked as Michael sat down at the kitchen table with him. Michael had been trying to answer that question and he found it difficult. Some moments he was ready to grab his coat and walk to the car to go to her. Other times, Michael was sure that Nikita would reach out to him first. “I don’t know.”
“Maybe I should go with you,” Walter offered and Michael winced. “She barely talked, Walter.”
“I know… but maybe that was just with you,” Walter stated and then dropped his head. Michael knew that he did not need to point out to Walter that all reports back from Davenport and Jasper were that Nikita was not talking to anyone other than a few words and that she hadn’t even really left the convent. “At least she hasn’t gone out to save the world…”
“Not that Adam is happy about that,” Michael retorted as he pushed the cup of coffee away that he had been trying to pretend to sip at. Adam was so upset because every bad thing that had been reported he thought that the angel could have stopped. Michael rubbed his head and rolled his shoulders back. “She was hurt… I could tell.”
“You should have gotten her to come here with you,” Walter declared and Michael rolled his eyes. Walter made it sound like Michael had some magical powers over Nikita to make her do what he wanted her to do. He didn’t even have that kind of power over her at times while they were in Section and when it was for her life. It shouldn’t be something that Walter should hold onto as a belief. “She’ll contact me if she is ready… but I think I’ll be going to her first.”
Walter rubbed his hands against the table and nodded his head up and down. He had been short with some of the boys around his cabin the other day and he knew that it was because of what was going on with Nikita. “Have you thought about looking for your daughter? I mean, at least start looking for Mick Schtoppel…”
“One thing at a time,” Michael shook his head slowly from side to side. He did not know if Walter could handle knowing that Michael did not want to look for his daughter without Nikita by his side. Especially now that he Michael knew that she was alive, it was something that Michael would only do if Nikita agreed to it. It would be unfair to do it without her.
Walter lifted his hands in a sign of truce. He didn’t know what else to talk about and he looked to the window. “Have you heard from the Lieutenant or the Reverend Mother?”
“Both,” Michael answered as he looked at Walter. Walter leaned forward, clearly wanting Michael to elaborate. “Jason has tapped into Nat McCarty’s home and work computers and he is trying to research me. Jason has shut it down a few times. He called about wanting to meet to discuss my involvement with the Reverend Mother’s situation… I haven’t returned his call.”
Walter whistled as he knew that this was a very aggressive move to be taking right now. He was almost impressed that Jason hadn’t told him what he was doing. Jason was all about having his ego stroked and he was almost sure that Jason would have told him about what he was doing yesterday when they got together with some of the other men that Walter volunteered with to play poker. Jason was the youngest, but Walter liked having him along in ways.
“The Reverend Mother stopped over yesterday morning. I guess Joe… Nikita… hasn’t really left her room for a few days. She said that she understands that I have to play things out the way that I believe is best, but that she is concerned that God may be working in too many mysterious ways right now,” Michael relayed the conversation with short words. Michael picked up the cup of coffee and then placed it back down. Talking to Walter made him want to do something right now.
Maybe it was time to visit Nikita again.
Michael’s other phone rang and he glanced at the number and then looked to Walter. “Davenport?”
“I swear, I had picked up my game after you told me that Nikita had made me days ago… We have been running three men hot on her… for days we have been sitting here, hours upon hours without her even leaving her room…” Davenport rattled off quickly and Michael got up to his feet. He placed the cup in the sink and looked out the window. “She left?”
“Yeah…. And we were doing a good job at staggering our hand offs on following her… She always traveled on foot… at least that was what we thought… and we were doing good… then she turned into this store and it got a bit difficult to follow her…” Davenport explained and Michael exhaled. “You lost her in a store?”
“I couldn’t go in, Michael. She had made me once so I stayed on the outside and I picked her up when the others lost her and she came out…. But she had changed while she was in the store… she had been wearing jeans and a white sweater…” Davenport continued to talk fast and Michael wasn’t sure he wanted to get to the end of the conversation quickly.
All of this happening just when Michael decided he had to talk to her again.
“And now?”
“She changed into all black, Michael… you know…”
“Mission gear,” Michael turned and looked to Walter. Walter leaned forward and tilted his head to the side. He pulled out his own cell phone, obviously getting Jason on the line.
“I was following her good… and I was behind, hidden, but I couldn’t hand off because the others were behind… and I turned the corner and she had vanished… no car, no doors to step into…. She simply vanished in thin air, Michael,” Davenport reported and Michael smirked even while sadly shaking his head from side to side. “You lost her.”
“She didn't make me….”
“She made you,” Michael retorted gently. “That’s why she changed.”
“Or she was up to something else…. Maybe there is something that she has to do as the angel that made her change….” Davenport countered and Michael looked at Walter and shook his head from side to side. “Come back to my house, Davenport. We’ll get Jason looking at cameras and see if we can find her…”
“You think that will work?” Davenport asked with a sound of hope in his voice.
Michael knew better.
“No,” Michael answered as he closed the phone. He ran his hands through his hair and wished that Nikita would call him. Without anything else that he could do right now, Michael turned and poured out the old coffee from the coffee maker and started another pot.
They were going to need it.
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