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Date Posted: Wednesday, August 10, 04:55:37pm
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's message, "The Healing Touch - Part II" on Wednesday, August 03, 12:02:24pm
Chapter 7 – Part II
“We weren’t trying to be cruel,” Michael told her softly and calmly.
But she was pissed and being calm just wasn’t going to happen right now, “Well you certainly did one hell of an impression.”
“Nikita there are things that you have to know,” Michael tried and took a step towards her.
She moved back from him and put her hands up, “Back off, right now. I don’t know who you are. I don’t think I ever did.” Then she looked over at Walter, “You either for that matter!”
“Sugar…”
“Don’t you ‘sugar’ me,” daggers flew from her eyes as she spat out the words. “I talked to you about everything. I depended on you. And you lied to me. How can you even stand there? What the hell are you doing here with him?”
Both men started to try to talk at once, but Nikita cut them off, “No. I don’t want to know. Forget it. Get out! Just get out of my house. Get out of my life! Just get out!”
Softly, almost with remorse, Michael told her, “We can’t.”
She turned and stormed down the stairs. “Mick, call the police. I want these people out of here! Now!”
Mick picked up the phone and started to dial but then he heard a click, and a polite lightly-accented voice told him, “Please put the phone down.”
Mick looked up to see Michael across the bar with a gun pointed directly at him. Mick was sure his heart stopped for a moment. He was damn happy that he kept control of his other bodily functions with his boss standing next to him. “Ok. Ok. I’m putting the phone down. See it’s on the bar and my hand is off of it. Now could you please put that down? I hate guns. I really, really hate guns, especially ones that are pointed at me.” Mick knew he was babbling but he couldn’t help it, he was terrified.
Nikita was stunned, “Michael? Are you out of your mind? What are you doing with a gun?”
Mick lightly elbowed her and tried to stealthily ask, “Love, you might want to use a softer tone with him. He is armed and appears to be quite apt with the weapon. If you know what I mean?”
She was out of patience, “Mick, shut up! Michael put away the gun! Walter get down here.”
She went into the living room and plopped down on the sofa, exhausted from the whole affair. “Well get in here, all of you. I want to know what is going on and I want to know now.”
Mick slowly walked into the room and sat down next to her, “Do you really need me here? You and your friends obviously have some catching up to do. I could go into the office, organize things, you know, do what I do…”
“You’re staying.”
He nodded, “Yeah, sure, right. Staying, of course I am staying.”
Walter sat but Michael remained standing looking out the French doors, seemingly taking in the view, but Walter knew he was scanning for any signs of Section.
“Ok Michael. You are so anxious to talk, so talk. Tell me why you are suddenly back from the dead in my home and decided to point a gun at my assistant like some manic?”
“I couldn’t let him call the police.”
After the silence in the room dragged on for a few seconds Nikita snapped sarcastically, “Oh, that’s a great explanation Michael. Thanks for that. Well I suppose that settles everything.”
Walter inserted himself, “Nikita. This is serious. You have to listen to what he has to say.”
“Walter I’m trying. I really am. Please just tell me what is going on?”
Walter looked to Michael and Michael began, “I’m sorry Nikita for many things. I never wanted to hurt you. My ‘death’ allowed me to protect you the only way that I knew how.”
“Protect me? From what? From whom?”
Michael said, more to himself than to anyone in the room, “How do I do this?” he took a breath and tried again, “The day that I was shot and supposedly killed I had been called to the attorneys offices that were to defend Paul and Madeline at trial.”
Nikita felt the blood rush out of her face at the sound of their names. Michael went on, “They had found out everything, or so they thought, about my history, my role in my mother’s death and my sister’s illness. They were going to use it against me if I didn’t testify for their defense.”
“I couldn’t do that to you. But I couldn’t destroy my sister’s life either. So I made the only decision possible. I went back in.”
“In?” Nikita asked.
Mick was squirming a little beside her, “Maybe I shouldn’t be hearing this.”
Nikita shot him a look and Mick shut up then she looked at Michael, “In? What does that mean?”
Michael knew that once he told her there was no going back. Her life would change forever. He didn’t want to do that to her, and Walter could see it in the younger man’s eyes. He knew the guilt that Michael was feeling and Walter answered Nikita’s question, “We both work for an organization known as Section One. This is a highly classified covert organization. Michael was recruited years ago, by me. We are both anti-terrorist operatives.”
Mick, fascinated now by what he was hearing was wide-eyed and almost child-like with excitement, “You mean, you two guys, are like spies?”
“Not exactly spies,” Walter replied looking closely for the reaction from Nikita.
“We take care of the people that no one else can get to,” Michael gave the standard response that he had said over and over in his years at Section.
“So you blow up stuff and kill people?” Mick, as usual, was immune to the tension that now filled the apartment.
Looking up at Michael, Nikita asked him, “Is that what you do Michael? Blow up stuff and kill people?”
He looked at her, a blank mask covering any expression on his face and gave her the only answer that was the truth, “Yes.”
Nikita, not missing a beat asked, “Did you kill Paul and Madeline?”
“Not personally, no. But I arranged it.”
“Oh my God.” Nikita put her hand over her mouth appalled at what she was hearing.
“Nikita, are you ok love?” Mick asked from beside her. Her pallor was deadly white and she was shaking.
She took a deep breath and closed her eyes for a moment. “Yes, Mick, thank you. I am fine.” Then she turned her attention back to Michael, “So while you were playing doctor and loving boyfriend to me, were you an ‘operative’ then? Was all that just an act in your perverse world?”
Her words and the hatred in hr voice stung so badly he could barely stand it, “No. I wasn’t in Section then. I had been released because of information that I had on certain people in higher positions in the organization. I never intended to go back.”
“And you Walter?” she asked. “Have you been a part of this Section-thing all along?”
“That’s a little complicated Sugar. I am, I guess you would say. I uhm…I had the task of watching over Michael here. He was deemed somewhat of a risk to the organization once he left.”
“Why was he such a risk?”
“I was a high ranking operative and I had access to very sensitive intel.”
“Michael, tell her the truth. The people in Section are the best, they are highly trained and highly skilled individuals, if you don’t fit the mold you’re cancelled. He was the best operative to ever walk through the doors of Section One. And he was the only one to ever figure out how to get out. Nobody is as good as Michael.”
“So Michael the amazing doctor, loving older brother, and all around good guy just also happens to be the best of the best assassin. Lovely. I think I’ve heard enough.”
She got up to leave the room but Michael crossed to her quickly and took her arm, “There’s more. I’m sorry but you have to know it all.”
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