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Subject: Chapter 7

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Date Posted: Tuesday, July 25, 11:35:04pm
In reply to: Mary 's message, "New Story - Just Knowing" on Sunday, July 09, 09:48:46am

Chapter 7

Suzanne did not always like her job, but that wasn’t a prerequisite for doing it here in Section. She was a detail-oriented person and very analytical, that’s why she had the job that she did. She noticed things that other people missed. Not that she was all that intelligent, like Jason and some of the techno-geeks that roamed around Section talking in acronyms and thinking that they were better than everyone else.

But she just tried to keep her head down, do her job as best she could, and just stay alive. That was the goal at the end of the day – just stay alive. Her life wasn’t horrible like the cold ops had it - out on missions risking their lives all the time. She knew that she didn’t have what it took to do that, would never have what it took to do that. But she considered her time here her personal purgatory. It was mere existence for Suzanne, day by day existence. She had no friends, no one special, just her detailed work to keep her existing.

Yes, she had killed her mother. Yes she had deserved to go to prison for it. She would have been happy to die, as was her sentence. Her entire life had been a horrid, tortured existence. She had been her father’s sexual plaything for as long as she could remember. She had no idea when she was five that she was doing anything wrong, how could she have known? But many years later, after her father had died, she found out that her mother had known everything. That her mother had used her as a way to defuse her father after one of his nights of drinking when he would come home angry and want to beat her mother.

But as her mother had told her on that final fateful day, ‘What was a woman to do? I had to do it to survive.” That had been the final straw for Suzanne. She had picked up the kitchen knife and stabbed her mother for every time her father had ever raped her. And she stabbed over and over and over until she lost count.

In the courtroom they pleaded her as insane. The jury didn’t buy it, and neither did Suzanne. She was not insane at all. If she had been then it would have been much easier than it was. But Suzanne was very sane, and felt normal human remorse for her actions. She had welcomed death as a way to assuage her guilt. But fate was not done with her yet. Then Section found her.

And here she was, letting her mind take her back to her past sins, and sending data to person’s unknown. She had no idea why she was monitoring Operations. Of course why didn’t matter here. You do the job. But Suzanne had really liked Operations and it really bothered her to see the woman this way.

She checked the readouts again. Heartbeat steady at 68 beats per minute. Respirations steady at 13. Blood pressure normal at 109/60. Her body temperature remained the same at 98.2 degrees. Everything was exactly the same. She re-checked the statistics again and sent them on. The equipment that Section had was impressive, they could measure every aspect of the human physiological system. She was beginning to wonder if they could monitor how quickly cells multiplied in the body. Scary stuff, she tried not to think about that again and focused on doing the job.


Walter was at munitions tinkering with equipment in order to keep busy. He couldn’t just stand around and do nothing while he worried about Nikita. The new guy, Barnes, didn’t seem to mind Walter being there and he seemed like a nice enough guy to Walter. Kept to himself a lot, but he did the job. At least according to Jason he was pretty capable.

He watched as Brianna casually sauntered in, like she could ever really be considered casual. She was almost as tall as Nikita and had a darker shade of blonde in her wavy hair and deep brown eyes that sometimes sent a chill down Walter’s spine they were so much like Madeline’s. She wasn’t in the physical shape that Nikita was, but she had always been an analyst her whole time ‘in’. That analytical ability that she had served her well as a second-in-command, but as Operations she was struggling and she knew it.

That’s why she was here now. She wanted to know how Nikita was.

“Hi Walter.”


“You saw Nikita?”


“Did you notice any change?”

“Nope. She was the same as yesterday and the day before that,” he told her gruffly.

At the look on her face he continued, “Look, I’m sorry about that. I’m just so frustrated. I thought that maybe I could get through to her.”

“I know. We are all concerned, and with Oversight breathing down my neck….” She let that thought taper off. Speaking aloud about Oversight was not a good idea.

She went to leave and then turned back, “Michael will be here in less than an hour. I imagine he will want to talk to you.”

“He’ll know where to find me.”


Something was going to change.

The fear was rising. She couldn’t deal with the fear.

Panic! No. No. No. No….

Move away. Fast. He taught you…no, no, not him.

Pain. Don’t think of him.

Move again.

Stay calm.


Breathe. Don’t think.

Don’t think.

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Hi Mary! I can't believe...ginelleWednesday, July 26, 02:57:38am
I need more! I need more! I need MORE! NOW!Nikita507Wednesday, July 26, 10:12:18pm
Hi Mary, im really enjoying reading this story its fantastic. (NT)VickieThursday, July 27, 05:22:17am

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