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Date Posted: Saturday, October 02, 02:36:19pm
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Rita
's message, "TMTC" on Friday, September 10, 11:18:42pm
Chapter Thirty
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Still vaguely unsettled by the previous night’s exchange, Nikita nevertheless moved on with her plans, directing the driver to her destination. She pushed her misgivings to the side until she had a chance to examine them better. It seemed that “later” had become a staple of her vocabulary since the moment she took command.
Right now, she had intel to gather.
As she sat in the back of the reinforced limousine, waiting for clearance from the armed guard stationed at the gatehouse, Nikita contemplated her fishing expedition. Since she and Michael were not spending any of their downtime together, she had more than enough time to collect the information needed.
Nikita understood why Michael declined her invitation and she couldn’t begrudge him his reasoning. Still, she missed the personal component of their relationship, even more now that he was so near.
Once her car cleared the gates and drove up to the mansion inside, Nikita shook everything else off to concentrate her energies on the upcoming meeting. She’d long debated whether or not to announce her visit ahead of time, finally settling on keeping her approach a secret from her host until she was just miles away.
She knew her quarry would be at home. She’d kept up covert surveillance through outside sources and contacts since the violent end of their Section forced connection three years ago.
Even after all this time, Nikita regretted some of her actions at the time. She hadn’t lied to Michael in the aftermath. Ever since she had undergone Gelmanization, until she had, with help, completely purged it from her system over a year later, Nikita had found herself questioning some of her decisions and behavior.
The fact still was that even after she had been initially deprogrammed with Michael, Walter and Birkoff’s help, Nikita hadn’t been her old self. She had committed acts under orders by both Section and Center that, as her old self, she would have risked cancelation rather than obey.
Calling on the innocent she once allowed to go free dredged up one such act. Even now Nikita flinched when she remembered killing Section operatives, some of whom she’d worked closely with in the past, to cover up the escape.
Shoving the reminder into a part of her she seldom dared visit, Nikita stepped out of the limousine and was immediately greeted by the owner of the estate.
“Nikita!” He exclaimed, a grin stretching his features. Although not the name she’d used when they’d met, he’d later discovered through his contacts who she and her partner really were. Shocked as he had been when he’d gotten her call less than half an hour ago, the notification had at least given him a little time to recover his equilibrium.
“Helmut,” Nikita smiled.
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