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Date Posted: Wednesday, December 29, 04:40:58pm
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Nikita507
's message, "Priority Mail 97+" on Thursday, December 23, 07:37:51pm
Jason pushed away from the computer and pulled at his hair. He had come back from his date with Daisy, the cosmetology teacher, and went right back to work. It wasn’t that the date was bad. It was actually good. Jason really liked Daisy and he was happy that he had looked passed the fact that she was a cosmetology teacher. The fact was she had been a hairdresser right out of high school and wanted to do more. Unable to afford college, she was at least able to work her way to becoming a cosmetology teacher while still being a hair dresser. She was in her later –twenties and didn’t seem so young.
That was the second thing that had told Jason that he had grown up.
The first was the fact that he didn’t try to take her to bed yet.
He had told Daisy about his job as an ethical hacker and she took it pretty ok. That was the one thing that had always driven other women away that he was interested in so he often lied. But not with Daisy.
But once he was home, he didn’t want to think about Daisy and how it felt to suddenly find himself caring about what the woman wanted, Jason put himself to work.
It was the hunt for Mick Schtoppel and Jason was beyond frustrated. One picture on Flickr had given everyone the thought that Mick would be easy to find. But Jason could admit right now, this wasn’t going to be easy.
Added to the problem was the fact that Nikita’s edition of the databases that she procured for Jason had very little about Mick Schtoppel, although Jason was sure that there needed to be a lot more. It made him wonder if Nikita had pulled that information out on purpose. However, if she had done that, why had she left information in there about her missions? Jason was confused and he admitted that days ago. That was when he started another task, and that was updating the alerting of people that could be possibly dangerous.
It wasn’t a really long list. Most were dead, or at least Jason thought of them to be presumed to be dead. If there was one lesson that Jason learned in Section One it was that dead did not always mean dead.
Yet, Jason came across another stumbling block – he didn’t have a complete list of those people that Nikita got out of Section to be free and those that were eliminated from Section. He ached to get that information but he was too afraid to approach Nikita right now. Especially with Davenport’s hush-hush trip to Florida and other things going on.
Jason turned to another computer and started to sort through some of the alerts that were there. None of them were too important. He had managed to find a couple other doctors that Nikita probably got out of Section. They were not in the area and the one was actually now posted in the military in Afghanistan. He wondered if Tom had the full list of people who were alive and kicking.
Then Jason stopped as he stared at the alert. He felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up on end and he swallowed. He did not know why the alert caused him so much concern, but then, it was someone related to a time that he wasn’t inside of Section and it was his brother in Section.
It brought a moment of sadness that he never really did get to know his twin. He honored his twin with using Birkoff has his hacker name, but Jason hated to admit that he did not know as much as Birkoff did and he did not try to be his twin either. In the process, he sensed that he was becoming more like Birkoff than he ever attended to be.
Jason pulled up the phone and dialed. He didn’t call Walter. Walter had left him a message saying in a long rambling way to leave him be tonight. That meant to Jason that he was to call Davenport if there was something to talk about.
“Dude…. Shouldn’t you still be in bed with Daisy?” Davenport complained as he answered the phone on the sixth ring. Jason held the phone between his ear and shoulder, swearing that he had to get a Bluetooth headset the next morning (he had broken one the day that he had found the picture of Mick), while typing to get more information about the alert that he had found.
“We are taking it slow,” Jason replied as he paused in his typing for a moment. He turned his head to the side to the other computer just as an email from Daisy was received into his email. Jason grinned and smiled for just a half second and brought himself back to work. “I got a hit on someone… but I don’t really know much about him.”
“Him? Who are you talking about?” Davenport grumbled with a deep voice. Jason winced as he realized that he had really woken Davenport up. “I can wait until the morning… I keep on forgetting…”
“Erma isn’t here so just tell me,” Davenport snapped and Jason paused for a moment as he looked at the screen. “The name David Fanning popped up.”
“He is dead,” Davenport retorted quickly and Jason exhaled. “Presumed dead…. I read the file over before calling you. It was assumed that his wife, Lisa, gave him the deadly isotope. But you know how people related to Section just magically come back to life.”
“Like me,” Davenport rasped as he didn’t need to have examples given to him. He wasn’t the only one. Mick Schtoppel was another one that belonged on that list that was probably way too long for one to admit too.
“It was just a written record… and I know that the name David Fanning is a popular name… so I have a lot of alerts and warnings put in place to filter out the false positives…” Jason explained as he continued to type. “I’m taking the information I have in the file and trying to narrow down the written report more…”
“I trust that you are doing that, Jason,” Davenport spoke with a gentler voice. “So it’s likely that it is him?”
“Well…. I have no visual at this point… but I’m waiting for more access… or rather… until I can gather more access…” Jason explained. “I just wanted to talk to someone who knew of this Fanning guy. Reports from Section weren’t always that detailed with more than facts.”
“Debriefs,” Davenport corrected Birkoff with one word before sighing. “And emotions weren’t allowed. You were in there long enough.”
“Nikita was in charge for most of it,” Jason reminded Davenport. “She had changed the reports… and she called them reports...”
“Ok, semantics right now…” Davenport conceded before groaning again. “I don’t know Jason… I just don’t think a man like David Fanning would be stupid enough to continue to use his own name… it’s not like he knows that Section has closed up shop.”
“Maybe he does,” Jason suggested even as his stomach felt like it grew with acid. “I think I liked living in bliss and not monitoring.”
“You live to monitor, Jason,” Davenport retorted.
“Anymore I want to scream…. I think I need a list of people that Nikita got out, but I don’t dare ask for it,” Jason spoke in a soft voice.
“You can tell me that kind of stuff, Jason. Nikita isn’t monitoring our calls,” Davenport replied and Jason was sure that he was rolling his eyes. “Hell, I’ll ask for it.”
“Don’t!” Jason exclaimed. “Let her be for a while.”
“What do you want me to do then?” Davenport complained as he wasn’t sure why Jason was calling him if he didn’t want him to do anything.
“This alert isn’t even in the area… different country yet… but I don’t know how Nikita might react if I mention it…. If it turns out to be something more solid than a hunch…” Jason stammered as he pushed away from the computer. “I hope I’m wrong.”
“Jason, I don’t think any of us know how Nikita will react when it comes to the past and Section stuff. But Michael has a history with Fanning too. He is the one that romanced the wife… did you not read the debrief?” Davenport pointed out and Jason cleared his throat. “I kind of skimmed the last one…”
“Skimmed?”
“Well, there is only one report in the database version I got,” Jason also added, knowing right then that Nikita had done a lot of editing.
“Shit…” Davenport huffed. “She should have just copied everything to you… You are going to have to talk to Michael.”
“Oh no!” Jason snapped. “I’m not calling him…”
“I didn’t say tonight.”
“I’m not bringing this up to him tomorrow… they just got back,” Jason announced.
“And Christmas was good,” Davenport rasped gently. “If you don’t even know if this is a solid alert… wait. Try to get a visual if necessary. Hell, if you can’t get a visual, I’ll go into that area and get one if that helps.”
“So keep this from Michael right now,” Jason spoke as he exhaled.
“And find Mick,” Davenport added before hanging up. Jason pushed away from the desk and placed his phone back on the charger. He rolled his head around while he wanted to punch something. He didn’t feel any better about this and he felt like he was missing a lot of information that some people assumed that he knew.
He wasn’t Birkoff!
But Jason turned his body and caught the email message from Daisy and he softened some. He went back to that computer and opened up the email, finding it impossible not to smile at the rambling email that Daisy had emailed him, telling him how special it was that he was willing to learn who she was before they went too far.
Maybe he was Birkoff.
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