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Date Posted: Saturday, December 04, 11:54:54pm
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Nikita507
's message, "Priority Mail 71+" on Thursday, December 02, 08:04:51pm
Nikita slowed to a walk as they could see the house. Then Nikita stopped as she saw Tom standing there on the porch. Even from the distance, Nikita could see him arch an eyebrow, questioning what they were doing. Nikita swallowed as she saw that Michael had stopped at the walkway to his house to look back at her. He waited and then waved to Tom. “I thought you were coming over later this afternoon.”
“I had a change in my appointments,” Tom commented as he watched as Nikita hunched over and pressed her hands against her thighs. “First run since you got hurt?”
“Since I got beaten up,” Nikita corrected as she lifted her eyes to glare at Tom. Tom was not expecting the verbal response. He looked at Michael. “I thought Walter would be around.”
“He has the adoptive grandkids coming over after school,” Michael informed Tom as he leaned over to Nikita. “Did we go too hard?”
“I just… got tired…” Nikita panted as she stood up and stretched her arms across her chest. “I need to get some water… let’s go inside.”
Michael walked up the stairs and opened the house. Nikita was the first one in who made the beeline for the kitchen and the cool water from the refrigerator. Michael waited as Tom entered the house and then he closed the door. “We didn’t need you to change your schedule.”
“A request from Nikita is important. She hasn’t ever really asked for anything,” Tom replied back as he shoved his hands into his pockets. “I can come back in thirty minutes.”
“No,” Nikita declared as she placed a heavy glass on the counter top and stared out to the two men in the hallway. “I want to be able to fly.”
“As in be a pilot?” Tom asked as he walked into the kitchen with a slight smile that indicated that he was joking. He stopped as he looked at Nikita and shook his head slightly. “Nikita… I can’t believe that you have to ask for this.”
Michael held his words because he had wondered the same thing. It was clear that Nikita had a lot of resources if she had at least two buildings that were hers, even if they were in different names. But he also knew that Nikita had played by rules that no one seemed to have a guide too.
Nikita wiped some sweat from her forehead and then poured some more cool water into the glass. She gulped about half of that liquid down before clearing her throat to answer. “I didn’t have strong identification… but I also didn’t fly.”
“You were in the States when Section was ended?” Michael asked and Nikita blinked her eyes. “Within driving distance.”
“So did Section move after I left?” Michael questioned and Nikita shook her head. “I was over her on a pseudo mission and there are plenty of countries that you can be in and still drive into the States.”
Michael looked at Tom. “You knew this?”
“No,” Tom swung his head from side to side. “We had an identity all set up for Nikita if she would have called us as planned.”
“Like I could trust you,” Nikita shook her head from side to side. “I did the dirty work even after you knew that I was left with the unworthy operatives.”
“I don’t know anything,” Tom sighed as he shook his head from side to side. “I knew that you were in charge of Section, but I was only briefed on those few that constituted your friends and possible network outside of Section. I also knew that everyone respected how you evaluated those operatives.”
Nikita turned and placed the glass into the sink. She looked out the window as she hung her head forward slightly. “It’s the past. I need to be able to fly to Florida.”
“Into Orlando?” Tom inquired.
“Does that matter?” Michael interjected before Nikita could snap the same question to him. She was tired and she was taking it out on Tom. Tom blinked his eyes as he watched Nikita turn to look at him. Tom looked at Michael to deliver the answer. “Orlando has a lot of international visitors so the security is pretty good there.”
“Maybe I should just do on how I got here… I borrowed cars…” Nikita shrugged her shoulders. Tom stepped forward. “There are a couple ways that I can do this. I’m hoping and suggesting that you give me some time to establish a permanent identity that you can use… or at least until you make your own up that you trust better.”
“I’m not in that business any longer,” Nikita declared and Tom groaned. It was like Nikita was willing to fight with him no matter what. “The second option is that we build off of what Michael has already in place… if we make you Nikki Pomeroy, Michael’s wife, it’s pretty believable.”
“No,” Nikita swung her head from side to side.
“If it gets you the identification quicker, Nikita,” Michael declared and Nikita looked at him. “I was forced to be your wife in a mission too many times. The next time that I am anyone’s wife, it’s going to be because someone proposed to me.”
Michael did not react to Nikita’s statement as she had clearly kept Michael’s name out of the possibility of marriage. It was a sore area and Michael knew it.
But Tom didn’t.
“It would be something that I would suggest to be part of your permanent identity. You both know each other quite well and it makes more sense to have you marry Michael than to go into that dating scenario,” Tom continued to make the argument. Then he stopped as he saw Nikita toss the glass across the room. “I SAID NO!”
The glass shattered and Nikita leaned forward. Michael looked at Tom and then to Nikita. “Ah… Tom, why don’t you work on an identity that will get Nikita to Florida and back without any problems…”
“With my name being Nikita,” Nikita hissed as she kept her head down. Tom wanted to tell Nikita that it would be too hard, but he knew that Nikita had made her mind up. “It will take me a couple days… and I’d like to help with arranging the flight.”
“You want to scout ahead for enemies,” Nikita retorted as she stood up and cupped her head in her face. “It’s not your concern.”
“I can make sure that the Orlando airport is easy,” Tom suggested as he stepped backwards. “Just think about it.”
“Maybe it’s time for you to go,” Michael suggested as he reached to the counter and rolled an orange towards Nikita. It was an unspoken direction for Nikita to eat the orange. Michael then watched as Tom nodded his head up and down. “I’ll remember not to come early or unplanned.”
“Call,” Michael offered as a possible step towards Tom’s next visit. Michael watched as Tom stepped outside and the door closed. “Kita…”
“Don’t start…” Nikita shook her head from side to side as she rounded the counter in the opposite direction from Michael before leaving the room quickly. Michael picked up the dust pan and the broom to clean the broken glass first.
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