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Date Posted: 07:41:36 02/23/08 Sat
Author: taurus2124
Author Host/IP: CPE-124-188-4-113.nsw.bigpond.net.au / 124.188.4.113
Subject: Chapter 152
In reply to: taurus2124 's message, "The Rising Dragons ... continued ..." on 07:29:54 02/23/08 Sat

Chapter 152

Once the three men left Michael�s office, Walter returned to Munitions to ready a bag of tricks which he knew Michael would eventually need when he left Section to search for Nikita, while Birkoff and Michael headed back to his computer station in Systems. Glancing up at the Perch each man noticed that it was still in darkness but they knew they may only have a very short window of opportunity to search the surveillance tape of Nikita�s underground parking lot. Birkoff worked quickly and concentrated on the task at hand, knowing that at any moment, Operations could illuminate the perch and see him with Michael. If Madeline was still in Section she too could pass through comm., and would want to know what they were doing.

Hence time was of the essence especially given the directive for Michael not to use any equipment or personnel from Section in his search for Nikita. Expeditiously, Birkoff brought up the images from the surveillance tape and the two men scrutinized the screen.

�That's good there.� Michael pointed out.

�I can enlarge and enhance.�

With deft fingers he did just that and brought up a clearer view of the license plate of a black car seen cruising into the parking lot and which had parked close to the entrance.

�That's good.�

�Now all we�ve got to do is run this though the DMV database.�

�Half an hour?�

�You got it,� Birkoff replied as he set the wheels in motion, happy that finally they may have something to go on.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Nikita had no idea of how long she'd been imprisoned in this room although she knew that she had slept. It could still be night or was it morning yet? Slowly, she opened her eyes and glanced around at her surroundings. She felt herself returning to consciousness as the drug Simon had used on her was showing signs of wearing off. Nikita was still lying on the bed but under the covers this time. That meant that someone had been in the room when she�d been unconscious. She moved her hands and noticed that the handcuffs had been removed. Her hands were free but her wrists had some metal device strapped to them. As she tried to sit up, she winced in pain as the wound on her shoulder throbbed. Raising her hand she touched it and to her surprise found that someone had placed a gauze bandage to where the bullet had grazed her shoulder. Nikita vaguely remembered the man in charge saying that a woman named Kai-lin would attend to her wound when she arrived. Obviously she had done her job as ordered.

She tried to sit up but was still weak from whatever drug Simon had injected. Nikita closed her eyes and waited. Someone would be back to check up on her sooner or later ... then she may learn more about who her captives were and why they had kidnapped her.

As she�d anticipated, it wasn�t too long before the door to the room opened and Nikita heard the footsteps of a person enter. Feigning sleep she waited and listened for the person to speak.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

The woman stood just inside the door and looked at Nikita for any lingering signs of the sedative Simon had administered. There appeared to be none but she wouldn�t know for certain until Nikita was lucid. Simon Leung and Jason Smythe had done a marvellous job in kidnapping her. They had been well compensated for their efforts but the two men had served their purpose and were no longer needed here. Their initiation into the triad was complete but they could take it from here. Simon and Jason been told to lie low for a few weeks until all this blew over or until such time as they were needed again, and if they did so, their fee would be doubled. It didn�t take too much persuading for the two men to agree to the terms of their agreement. However, as a precaution she would suggest that Nikita be moved from this location to another within 24 hours so as to cover their tracks if someone came looking for her as she guessed they would. Nikita�s friend Michael in particular was someone they needed to watch. He was an enigma and was connected to Nikita in ways that they wanted to find out. There were many questions they needed answers for and Nikita Wirth held the answers they sought ... but all in good time.

Closing the door behind her the woman spoke. �Good morning ... How are you feeling?�

At the sound of her voice Nikita managed to lift her head. She stared at the person who had come into the room certainly not expecting to see this woman standing in front of her. �You!�

�Yes ... it�s me. Welcome back. I hope your shoulder is feeling better.�

Nikita ignored the sentiment. �Why am I here? Who are you?�

�But you know who I am.�

�Do I? ... I don�t think I know you at all. Is that really you or an alias you�re using?�

When no answer was forthcoming Nikita persisted. �What kind of game are you playing?�

�Nikita ... this is no game. I thought you would be aware of that.�

�What do you want from me?�

�All in good time. Get some rest and we�ll talk later. I will have Anna bring you something to eat ... then we�ll talk in the morning.�

As she turned to leave the woman turned back to face her once more. �Oh and by the way ... I wouldn�t try anything if I were you. You are under 24 hour surveillance. Understand?�

�Absolutely.�

�Good ... I�m glad we have got that out of the way. We understand each other perfectly.�

�Yes ... perfectly.� Nikita mumbled under her breath as she watched Karen exit the room.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Michael had been right. Karen really was the enemy and now she had her under her control. How many times had he warned her to be cautious of her neighbour and she had gone with her gut instincts and believed that she was not someone to worry about? She should have trusted his judgement. Where were they holding her and what were they going to do with her? How would she be able to get a message through to Michael as to where she was?

Nikita was in a quandary as to what she could do. As she lay in the bed she knew she had few if any choices of escape at the moment. Nikita knew that she would have to play a waiting game as to what were Karen�s intentions. Glancing around the room, her eyes searched for the surveillance devices that were located in the room. She spotted one in each corner and another was trained on the door. Determinedly Nikita tried to get up but was weak from the sedative that she�d been given and slumped back against the covers.

With furrowed brows in concentration, she tried to contact Section once again but there was still nothing. No static ... nothing. Although her comm. unit was inoperative she would not despair. She would soon have her strength back and the sooner the better if she was to attempt any escape. Hence staying focused was essential. Nikita knew she would think of something.

She closed her eyes but in her mind she was planning a course of action if an opportunity were to arise.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Outside the room Karen and Steven watched her behaviour and judging by the look on Nikita�s face they knew that whatever information she knew on the Rising Dragons would not be divulged willingly. They cast a look at each other, with the knowledge that they may have to use force to extract what she knew about the triad.

�Watch her Steven and if anything happens let me know immediately. I need to contact our leader.�

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Gathering his thoughts Birkoff put his glasses back on, then immediately set about running the photograph of the license plate of the black car taken from Nikita�s parking lot through the DMV database. Michael had given him a half an hour window to come up with something concrete to go on and he didn�t want to let him down after failing to find something on Nikita�s whereabouts. Birkoff sat back once he had finished typing in the commands and waited for all the data to be processed, quietly praying for a quick resolution. Impatiently he tapped his fingers on his desk as he waited for Intel to appear.

Suddenly Birkoff�s face showed the usual look he got when he was about to solve a complex puzzle. He peered at the screen blinking as he read the monitor.

DATA COMPLETE ... MATCH FOUND.

�Yes!!!!!�

Hitting the print icon on his computer, Birkoff waited for the data to print out. Retrieving the copies he leapt up from his seat with a sense of triumph and made his way to Michael�s office.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Unable to contain his excitement Birkoff rapped quickly on his door and entered before Michael could reply to his knock.

�I got it. Ran satellite survey on the 4 likely's I told you about and look here. That's the same car you were looking at in those security tapes.�

�You have an address?�

�I�ve got more than an address... Look at this!�

He placed the printouts on Michael�s desk and enthusiastically continued as Michael studied the pictures in front of him. Birkoff pointed at one picture in particular. �I thought that maybe I could pick up on some faces for you. I couldn't get much more than the top of the head on this little Chinese guy here ... but the Western man � just as he looks up � here.�

Michael scrutinized the photograph Birkoff showed him.

�I ran an indent scan on the guy and put his photo through every disclosure in the system. His name is Jason Smythe.�

�Any Intel on him?�

�We have him listed in our database as a possible recruit to the Rising Dragons. I thought you might want to know. The address is his in Kowloon Tong�

�Thank you.�

�Anytime.�

At last they had something concrete to work on. Birkoff had come through for him, now all that was left was to find this Jason Smythe.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Play on text from ... TITB

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