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Date Posted: Sunday, December 05, 05:24:07pm
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Nikita507
's message, "Priority Mail 71+" on Thursday, December 02, 08:04:51pm
”Operations, we are in a safe and protected location now,” Ethan indicated as he closed the hotel door and looked at Nikita. She rocked back on her heels and snapped the laptop open. “You have no idea, Ethan.”
“No one has been following us,” Ethan pointed out as he walked to the table and sat down. “I know that it was difficult…”
“Do not speak about what has occurred,” Nikita warned as she shook her head back and forth. She didn’t need to think about what she had done with Ethan’s help the previous week to Pimp’s body. The fact was that it had to be done and there was no way around what had happened. She knew what else that she had to do and right now she was just putting it off. Nature was trying to help her, but she could not put this off for nine to twelve months for Ethan. They wouldn’t be able to continue to move as the cancer started to take over Ethan’s body without him knowing what was going on.
“I won’t speak about it,” Ethan replied as he touched the table. “But we should try to find what is going on and try to get another guard assigned to us. I know that it might be dangerous right now to go back to that area…”
“Section is gone,” Nikita slapped her hand against the table. “There is no one else.”
“They relocated… or another Section… Section Two has operatives in this area,” Ethan tried to explain and Nikita swallowed hard. “All Sections are gone.”
Ethan sat back and looked at Nikita. “Then why aren’t we?”
“You figure out that answer, let me know,” Nikita declared as she hoped that she did not betray herself and show that she did know why she was still alive. Although she was sure that most of herself had died when she had started to mutilate the body was once Pimp. “We don’t have many resources.”
“But the card we just used for this room worked… and the identifications,” Ethan blinked as he looked at Nikita and tilted his head to the side. “They weren’t produced by Section.”
“Not for a long time,” Nikita snapped out as she started to type on the computer. “And we won’t be able to stay here long.”
“You need to rest,” Ethan warned as he stood up. “Maybe take a bath… and some sleep. And to eat.”
“I have things to do,” Nikita replied as she pulled her hands off of her computer. She had made it look like some time that she was busy with things, but Ethan was going to soon find out that she wasn’t busy with things. She was stuck for the moment and she was just putting off what she needed to do.
She cried the day that she was able to prove that Ethan had killed the four people in cold blood because he didn’t like the town that they were from. He had been a steady operative and one that Nikita had hoped to find a way to get out with the desire that he would then be able to get the treatment necessary to fight off the cancer that instead was eating away at his body. She even tried to make the argument that he had the cancer all the way back then and it had done something to his personality, but that was quickly proven to be wrong.
He had saved her life once while being her guard before all of the innocents were removed from Section. Nikita had to go out in a mission to meet with an arms dealer as eye candy. No one outside of Section One knew that Operations was a female, so the arms dealer had no idea that the pretty blonde that he had slapped around was Operations. Things had gone quickly from just slapping around to a knife being pulled without warning. Nikita probably could have gotten out of the situation. Instead, Ethan arrived and shot the arms dealer between the eyes.
“You are still thinking about Pimp,” Ethan pointed out as he walked over to the window and looked outside. “We did what we had to do. Nothing that you haven’t had to do before.”
Nikita lifted her head and was surprised that Ethan had caught onto how disturbed that she was about what she had to do. Maybe she had to order such things to happen, but she never had to do it herself.
And she would have to do it once more before she was no longer Operations.
“Order us some steaks,” Nikita slapped her laptop down after locking it. She moved into the bathroom and started to the water so she could allow the tears to drop from her eyes as she could only see the blood on her hands from disposing of Pimp’s body.
Nikita curled up on the floor of the bedroom as her calves were cramping so tightly. She had barely gotten her running shoes off when she got upstairs. She wasn’t sure why she was remembering that time in the hotel room, but it didn’t matter right now. She needed to push that out of her mind and get the cramping to stop.
She had warmed up properly with Michael before going out for their run. Michael was always one for proper warming up when it was possible. She didn’t cramp at all when she was running. In fact, it felt really good to be outside, running. It was almost as if she felt free and safe while running beside Michael.
Nikita also knew that she wasn’t dehydrated. She had learned early off during her training with Michael to take in water all day long, no matter what. That was something that she never stopped doing and so she knew that this wasn’t dehydration.
The cramping had started as she was in the kitchen, watching Tom walking towards them. She couldn’t look weak and so she found a way out of the situation as quickly as she could. Part of her mind knew that she should just tell Michael what was going on, but she didn’t know what was causing this.
Nikita gritted her teeth as she rolled up and then bite down hard on her tongue as her right thigh started to cramp. Nikita pointed her toes as she gasped for air and she felt a line of sweat forming on her head. She had only had a calf cramp once and that was while she had been pregnant. She had it for about five minutes and by pointing and flexing her toe, the cramp ended. For a couple days her leg was tender and she could feel a knot on her calf. Right now it felt like her both of her calves were going to be one giant cramp.
“Nikita? We have to talk…” Michael called out as he came up the stairs. Michael couldn’t just let her be and Nikita knew that throwing the glass had been too dramatic. But she didn’t want him to see her like this. She couldn’t be weak. “Not now, Michael. Leave me alone.”
“Don’t be ridiculous!” Michael huffed as he stood outside her door. Nikita cringed as the door opened and she knew that she was being seen. Michael was down onto the floor beside her immediately. “What’s wrong?”
“Cramp,” Nikita answered as she rolled onto her back and wished for the cramping to stop. Instead, her left hamstring started to tighten.
“Shit,” Michael shook his head as he stood up. “I pushed too hard…”
“Running was fine,” Nikita opened her eyes and looked at Michael. Michael rubbed his hands through his hair, at least now he wasn’t thinking about what had happened in the kitchen. “Let’s get you into a hot tub… the hot water should help…”
Nikita rocked and tried to stand up, but she went right back down. She thought immediately of the first chop that she had to deliver to make Pimp’s body smaller for disposal. Nikita swallowed back a heave. She heard the water running and she was now on her hands and knees. “Michael…”
Michael skidded across the floor and saw Nikita. “I need….” Nikita could see his feet but she couldn’t look at him. She felt her stomach twitching again. Then she felt Michael’s arms around her, carrying her revolting body down the hallway. Somehow Michael could tell what Nikita needed and he eased her down in front of the toilet. Nikita allowed her stomach the release that it desired. She heard something going on behind her, probably Michael calling someone.
“Ok… into the tub…” Michael declared as he reached down after Nikita flushed the toilet. He didn’t even wait. He picked her up and placed her into the tub in the brand new workout clothes. Nikita pushed her arms up in the tub and slipped back down. She was shocked with the warmth and still finding the pain seeming to grow.
“Straighten the legs, Kita….” Michael directed as he stepped into the tub with her. He got down on his knees and eased Nikita’s legs out even with Nikita protesting. He started to rub his hands against her upper thigh, right where the leading edge of the cramping was before it threatened to take over her entire bottom half of her body.
Nikita surrendered to the pain and the motion as Michael used his firm hands to slowly work down her legs as the hot water continued to fill the tub. Nikita clung onto the edge of the tub as his hands finally worked below her knees, leaving her thighs a weak mess of muscle that had at least stopped cramping.
Michael worked and worked as Nikita started to sob that she was sorry. Michael wasn’t sure what was going on her head, but he wasn’t sure if she was truly saying that she was sorry to him. He didn’t like what had happened in the past hour but he did not indicate anything. He was just towards the bottom of Nikita’s calf when Nikita’s head lulled to the side and she looked out the door. “Davenport…”
“Banana?” Davenport inquired as he stepped into the bathroom with the unpeeled yellow fruit in his hand.
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