Date Posted:18:57:44 01/30/09 Fri Author:Rox Author Host/IP: c-24-9-183-109.hsd1.co.comcast.net / 24.9.183.109 Subject: Re: Looking for story In reply to:
Kit
's message, "Looking for story" on 20:00:37 01/29/09 Thu
If the following is familiar--It's from Mea Culpa/Roxanne
“You have one thing right. She’s a kid.” Michael frowned.
“Oh, come on -- so she redecorated her room a little… ” Walter argued in her defense.
“She spray-painted graffiti… ”
“And I suppose that will bring Section One to its knees?” Walter gave a look of mock dismay.
“She has no discipline!”
It was Walter’s turn to frown. “Michael, you’re beginning to sound like Ops -- and that scares the bejesus out of me.” He picked up Nikita’s shredded target like a proud father and left Michael to reflect on Nikita alone.
“Drop!” Michael ordered from the platform above her.
“No!” Nikita struggled desperately to get a better grip on the rope that was stretched between the two towers, but the full pack on her back was weighing her down. She looked down at the water 40 feet below her and made another frantic attempt to kick one leg over the rope above her head.
“Nikita! Cross your ankles and let go of the rope. Look up and keep your hands over your head when you fall, or you’ll…” Michael didn’t have a chance to finish. Nikita lost her grip, let out a shriek and fell sideways into the water. “Damn.” He said beneath his breath and dove in after her.
While Michael’s body split the water like a knife, Nikita hit it like a sack of rocks, knocking her senseless and injuring one of the divers in the water. He followed her down to the bottom of the lake, tugging at the wet, entangling straps of the heavy pack as he struggled to free her of it and pull her to the surface at the same time.
When he got her to the surface, one of the divers had made it to their side and helped Michael boost Nikita’s limp body onto the shore. “Get a medic,” Michael told the diver with a calmness he didn’t feel.
