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Date Posted: Monday, August 21, 04:46:14pm
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Juli
's message, "Anti-Virus" on Wednesday, May 17, 05:25:56pm
Chapter 15
At ten minutes to 11:00, Nikita got up and went into the conference room. She had been playing solitaire on her computer all morning, so she was glad to have something to do. She had to go to the bathroom, but she wasn’t going to do that with the CIA listening and watching.
She was the first one there, so she took a seat the furthest from the head of the table. She didn’t think she could stand to look at Wolfe.
A few minutes later, the Blatt’s walked in and took seats across from her. Nikita smiled at them and tried to make conversation. She noticed that they had seemed surprised to see her.
“Any idea what this meeting is about?” she fished.
“No, we were just told to be here,” Jonathon Blatt told her, his voice strained.
Nikita thought that it was strange that he didn’t have any idea what was going on.
***
Michael slammed into the door of the SUV again as Walter took another turn at 50, ran a red light and stood on the horn.
“There’s gas masks in the back,” Walter yelled to Michael and then cursed as he swerved around a Mercedes.
“You’re just all prepared aren’t you?” Michael said with a wry grin.
“You know me… once a boyscout, always a boyscout,” Walter shot back with a laugh.
Michael tried to climb into the back, but ended up in a heap in the back seat as Walter screeched around another turn. Finally, reaching the back of the vehicle, he pulled two gas masks out of a Rubbermaid bin and threw them into the front seat.
He was just climbing back into his seat in front when Walter stood on the brakes bringing the SUV to a squealing halt behind a white van marked, “Taylor Carpet Cleaning.” Michael’s forehead hit the windshield as he was thrown forward, but his hand was on the door handle as soon as the car had stopped.
Davenport was considering the confused glances on the Section One employees’ faces when the banging started on the side door of the van.
“What the…?!” he muttered, unknowingly startling Nikita.
The banging continued and Nikita could hear it through her mic.
“Turn off the damn microphone,” Davenport hissed to the agent monitoring the signal coming to and from Nikita’s equipment.
The sounds in her ears went silent, and Nikita felt very alone as she waited for Wolfe to arrive.
The van door slid open a crack and the other agent stuck his head out. “Can I help…” was as far as he got before the door was jerked all the way open and the agent hauled out to the sidewalk.
“Michael! Walter! What the hell are you doing here? I told you that you could be in on the raid tomorrow,” Davenport shouted, angry to have his mission compromised.
“Davenport, they’ve moved up the timetable. They’re going to do it today – here!” Michael said loudly, pushing the other man back into his seat.
“That’s impossible,” Davenport sputtered. “We have all the data on the demo tomorrow – we’re all set up to take them down then.”
“They have wiped their system clean. Birkoff was on the system when they did it,” Walter countered.
“Birkoff?!? The kid who …” Davenport turned red.
“Davenport!” Michael said, interrupting and bringing his attention back. “Look at the facts; we don’t have much time. Wolfe called a meeting today with ALL of his employees. Wolfe knows that we were trying to access his system. Section One’s entire database and system is now blank. He’s trying to ‘erase’ all traces of this L-virus and everyone who worked on it!”
Davenport’s eyes bulged and he sputtered, trying to deny what they were saying.
“We’ve got to get in there,” Walter snapped. “Those people are in trouble!”
Davenport was glued to his seat. “The teams. They are going in tomorrow,” he muttered.
Michael swore aloud and jumped back out of the van, knocking the junior agent out of his way. Walter was hot on his heels.
“Call Birkoff, find out where in that building they would have to put the device,” Michael said as they raced around the corner toward Nikita’s building. “Can you deactivate it, Walter?” he asked, breathing hard.
“I sure as hell hope so,” Walter replied, hitting the speed dial on his cell phone.
Michael looked at his watch as he swerved to miss some pedestrians in front of him on the sidewalk. It was 10:57.
Pushing through the glass doors in the lobby, Michael looked at Walter who was deep in concentration on his cell phone with Birkoff.
“He’s got the schematics of the building up and had the computer working on it since we left,” Walter reported to Michael.
Michael glanced at the gas mask in his hand. “Will the device affect the entire building or just the Section One office?” he asked, wondering if they could evacuate the entire building without being arrested.
“If I’m right in my assumptions… this device is too small for this whole building. I would guess that the canister is in the Section One suite,” Walter said optimistically. “But depending on where they put it, it could affect a floor or two above and below.”
Michael flipped open his cell phone and dialed Nikita’s number. He cursed when it rang six times and then went to voice mail.
“Shit! She must have left her cell in her office,” Michael said, panicking.
“Walter, you gotta find that canister! I’m going to get Nikita,” Michael said as they both raced for the stairs.
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