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Date Posted: Saturday, August 27, 09:15:22pm
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Loveroy
's message, "I Remember Sarah - Chapter 7 forward (NT)" on Sunday, August 21, 01:21:17am
Michael Samuelle, solemn and focused as ever, sat in the Center van monitoring the commencement of Nikita’s in-out mission. Seymour Birkoff sat behind the computer screen keeping track of all that moved. The younger man truly respected the Level 5 Op and therefore kept his usual immaturity at bay, including his penchant for munching on licorice sticks.
Both men smiled when Nikita appeared on their monitor screens dressed in neon polar fleece and huge yellow tinted glasses. She popped her gum and played her part to the hilt while looking urban and hardly uptight in spite of the gargantuan task she lackadaisically faced. She wanted to know who JB’s favorite something or other was and asked the men the question while she adjusted her nose ring. The men quickly answered and Michael reminded her to focus and step back so that the camera could keep the perimeter in sharper detail; she quickly did as she was told.
Nikita spoke to Michael as if they were alone and no one else was monitoring her every thought and word, “I hope the boobs don’t leak Michael.”
Birkoff was mortified beyond belief, after all the visual she depicted was gross to a young man such as him, “Oh geez Nikita, keep that kind of Intel to yourself, will ‘ya?”
Nikita joked while she waited for the helicopter to pick her up, “What’s the matter Birkoff, are you jealous that I am breast feeding Sarah or that I talk to Michael about my boobs?”
“Nee-kee-tah!” Michael warned in his hushed tone, although there was a modicum of humor in his serious voice.
Michael was allowing the give and take between Birkoff and Nikita, in an effort to put some ease into the tension created by the approaching whirlybird. One last warning from Michael and another request for distance-adjustment from Birkoff and Nikita acquiesced reluctantly to the pilot’s demand that she board the craft. A pair of earphones to ward off the noise and a barrage of questions from an inquisitive leader of Glass Curtain made the flight more interesting and the travel-time shorter for Nikita. The Center van followed the aircraft on the ground, inconspicuously making its way towards what was really Michael’s destiny.
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After arriving at the underground bunker Nikita did what needed done, she watched how her escort brought her through the bunker’s security door by using a hair he pulled from his arm. She then met Harold Spark who dressed in tails and top hat while classical music boomed throughout the sparsely furnished cave-like area they found themselves in. She answered more questions, laughing at the bird-like man’s attempt at flirtation and sounded aloof as she showed that it didn’t matter that she was a female.
She made sure through her conversation that she gathered as much Intel as she could, including the fact that there were two Sparks, Intel that had escaped Section. She gave the coordinate-equations that Michael prepared to the terrorist so that Center could make its move and finally put an end to the pesky Glass Curtain. Shebang, GC’s computer geek, suggested Nikita (or JB, as she was known) go to the shelter and not watch her work, plan that suited Nikita just fine for it advanced her own purpose.
The disenfranchised youth and her escort Harold, took a circuitous route through the labyrinth that was the bunker. Nikita heard a woman’s whimper and stopped by a metal ladder to listen further. Pretending she was just curious, she stretched over the banister and asked Harold if they had big rats running around in the lower floor of the terrorist lair.
Harold answered, stroking his sweaty palms on the woman’s fisted hands, “Nah, the only thing down there was Simone, my twin brother Errol kept her in the cages where she belonged… don’t ask, don’t tell if you know what I mean.”
Nikita was a trained Operative, she was fast and astute and she showed her skill immediately by knocking the man unconscious with one blow to his esophagus. After all Nikita was pissed, this man spoke about Simone as if she was not human, so he was really lucky she didn’t kill him right there and then. Suddenly, Simone’s form appeared before her no longer bruised or hurt but instead as Michael had known her – beautiful with a long shiny braid that hung in the middle of her back. The Asian beauty smiled and Nikita heard her voice for the first time, like a siren’s call, entrancing her.
Softly and gratefully she spoke, making Nikita feel humbled with her simple remark, “Thank you.” And then, “I am truly grateful for what you have done Nikita.” With that Simone’s shadow turned and moved away, going down the ladder that stood next to Nikita.
The operative understood that after disposing of Harold Sparks, she needed to move quickly to bring Michael into the bunker to rescue Simone. But Nikita wanted to see Simone in the flesh, so she quickly followed her down the stairs and found the woman in the same position as she had appeared at the house. She had a mattress on the floor, her body was scarred, she looked weak and her eyes were almost shut because of the bruising of her lids. Simone held her hand up as if warding herself against something and Nikita who was crying moved to the door and with the silencer-gun she found in Sparks pocket, she shot the lock open.
The blonde said to the alarmed woman as she moved into the cell, “Simone, Michael still loves you.”
Simone answered, “Take care of him, he needs you and please tell him I love him also.”
Nikita, who felt a bone chilling cold, replied, “Tell him yourself, he is here.”
Without waiting for an answer Nikita ran back up the stairs and yanked a hair from Spark’s hairy arm and then moved through the underground facility towards the exit. There were plenty of corridors and sharp turns to confuse Nikita but she found her way as she continued trying to communicate with Center. Outside, by the thick brush the Operatives waited for Nikita to appear through the manhole-cover on the side of the structure.
Relieved to see Sarah’s mom, Michael didn’t consume time with chitchat but did check the woman for bruises and the likes. He asked, “Is she…”
Nikita answered, “Yes Michael, she is there, but she is hurt…”
“Show me where?” Michael asked.
Nikita answered, “There are two Sparks, he has a twin.”
Michael didn’t comment, he did however move with purpose and when the team reached the downed Harold Spark, two Operatives dragged him outside to the van. The remainder of the team went to wage battle against Glass Curtain, while Michael and Nikita arrived at an empty cell - Simone was gone. Michael turned questioningly to Nikita and she told him to follow her, she figured Errol Sparks was wherever Simone was – she hoped.
The operatives moved with great caution towards the computer room when a warning alarm announced that there were 5 minutes left until the area blew-up. This notice worried Nikita since she was not sure where Simone was and didn’t want to preoccupy Michael with that notion, so she didn’t tell him. Silently she invoked Sarah, her spiritual guide to bring her a clue as to Simone and Sparks whereabouts.
Again she saw Simone appear before her. She was not the hurt Simone or the soft Michael-Simone, this was a Section One operative down to the black mission clothing and she showed Nikita the way. Michael with due precautions moved behind Nikita, keeping her safe, but still looking for his long lost love. The alarm counted down, there were only 4 minutes left to evacuate and Michael was loosing his patented cool.
The rest is a story we know well and the ending always makes us melancholy - ‘Boy looses girl.’ Michael arrived at a room full of pipes and clocks as the infernal recorded voice counted down the seconds, it was suddenly colder than before and the light was eerily bright. It was a thick impenetrable door with a tiny window that gave the couple what they were looking for - Sparks and Simone. Michael stood by the door and watched the woman he had missed so much fidgeting with knobs while Sparks, tied to a pipe agonized.
Michael pleaded with Simone from the other side of the door, he begged for her to let him in, to stop this behavior and assured her of his love. Simone was ignoring him; she was busy with a mission of her own. Then Simone addressed Nikita, telling her to get Michael out... she no longer could see him or hear him, she was that far-gone.
“Michael, she can’t hear you, she can’t see you, what you are experiencing happened already, please let’s go.” Nikita pleaded as the voice advised that there were 2 minutes left.
Michael ignored Nikita; he was set on rescuing Simone. But, as Nikita bargained with Michael the door disappeared from sight and they found themselves in the exterior of the bunker sitting by a boulder facing flames that shot-up three stories high. Michael was confused, how did they get outside? Nikita on the other hand understoond that this was a side-mission of sorts, one lead by Simone to bring a conclusion to something that had started long before.
Michael was tormented and held his face in his hands as he lamented in grief. Nikita stayed still and watched him rock back and forth. She saw Simone once more, kneeling before Michael this time, watching him. This was the Michael-Simone that Nikita had met and that Michael knew well.
She was extraordinarily sensual and motioned for Nikita to caress Michael’s head. The blonde did as she was told; Simone nodded and spoke in her sweet voice to Michael. Michael heard her voice, looked up in awe, and found himself rooted to the spot.
“I know you loved me Michael and I will always love you. Go, live, be happy you deserve joy.” Simone said, but Michael couldn’t answer.
She moved to him and kissed him delicately on the lips and placing a hand on his heart said, “I will always be in here. Let me go Michael.”
He nodded and said, “I love you Simone.” And then, “Au revoir mon Coeur.”
With that Simone was gone to the light and both Michael and Nikita watched in peace the long goodbye. Michael finally had his much-needed closure and the reason they were brought to that spot was confirmed for they faced Michael’s destiny. Everything was as it should be for that moment in time and at last Glass Curtain had shattered into a million shards, one Sparks dead and one in Section’s capable hands.
Sarah watched the scene undetected and smiled again philosophizing about the fork on the road that always leads to the straight route.
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After debriefing with an incensed and irate Operations, Michael and Nikita met in the narrow hallway that lead to egress. Mr. Jones had asked the couple to report the Oversight sanctioned mission to the leader of Section One in George’s presence because he wanted Paul Wolfe to understand the importance of the two operatives. When George explained that Section had been much too busy to handle the repeat mission against Glass Curtain, Paul argued that he could have handled it just fine.
George smiled looking at Madeline, who Paul insisted on bringing to the debrief but who was forced to sit outside in the reception area during the meeting with Michael and Nikita. As always George was the perfect person to deal with the annoying pair for Michael’s father grated on the couple’s last nerve and he was sure that if they learned that the Level 5 was his son they would combust. George was also convinced upon learning of how Simone died, that Madeline intentionally left the operative behind to insure that her pet deep-blood- cover mission was successful.
George commented, “During your first Glass Curtain mission you missed the Intel that there were two Sparks and caused this costly second mission to take place.” Madeline started to say something and George stopped her with a look, “But worse yet, you abandoned Simone, you left a mission half finished – what where you thinking?
“That is unfair to say the least George,” Madeline remarked, “After all Paul is not responsible for every…”
George was sick and tired of Madeline and her manipulative and mistaken attitude, “Paul, if this woman has you by the balls that is your prerogative, however, you brought her here - Madeline, you are now an abeyance operative and will be working out of Section 4.”
Madeline, who was previously standing sat with a thud and turned her chocolate eyes to Paul, who said, “I… did not have a clue that Simone was still alive, I was told that…”
Madeline spoke, “Paul… aren’t you…”
Paul turned to her, “Shut up Madeline, I will deal with you later.” He signaled his security operatives to remove Madeline from the room.
Again George spoke, “You do realize that I have sent her to 4 because I do consider you my friend and there is almost no chance that she will die there. I am so tired of her machinations, she is affecting you and you are not realizing it.”
“We’ve been friends for a long time George, you understand my feelings for this woman.” Paul said.
“Well, then let’s have her memory erase, marry her, finish this incredibly out-of-character behavior that all that it is doing is keeping you behind. Don’t you want to progress in this organization?” George asked.
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Michael his beard unshaven, his eyes sparkling as always - so green wearing charcoal gray jeans and soft long sleeve tee full of subtle elegance smiled at Nikita. She was wearing a long red coat in stark contrast to his dark one and she as always effervesced. She cocked her head and made a cute little-girl face, winking one of her blue eyes at the man who weft his arm around hers and reminded they needed to go home to the baby.
“I know you told me once that you don’t drink alcohol and I also know you drink coffee, so can we stop and get some coffee?” She shyly asked.
He opened the door for her and putting his hand to the small of her back to propel her forward he said, “I drink wine, let’s go to dinner before going home. Walter and Belinda won’t mind staying with Sarah for a while longer.”
Sarah and Simone leaning against the wall outside the Center gave each other a high-five as they watched the couple walk away chatting amicably (well Nikita was chatting, Michael was listening - somethings never change).
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