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Date Posted: 09:33:16 12/04/01 Tue
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's message, "Welcome everyone :-D and a repost of "It's Absurd"" on 18:05:34 12/01/01 Sat
Chapter 3: Tiger Briefs
Walter looked memorable standing by his bed, dressed only in a tiger-striped pair of bikini briefs.
Still, Michael thought, the older man kept himself in excellent condition. The hippie-style T-shirts and buckskin jackets Walter wore at Section concealed a muscular, well-defined chest.
Fortunately, Walter had been sleeping alone tonight.
"Michael! How did you…?" Walter paused mid-thought. Apparently, it wasn’t just an empty saying that one of Michael’s nicknames was the Shadow. "What do you want?" Walter grumbled, slipping into the sensual growl of his whiskey-rough voice. "You’ve never been the type to hop into bed and cuddle up. And I’ve never been the kind to let you!" He paused again, grinning wickedly. "Unless, of course, Nikita was involved. It takes trois to menage, after all.”
Michael responded with a blank stare. "Walter. I need the van. I have some material to acquire."
Walter’s eyebrows quirked upwards, in puzzlement. "Hey, what’s up? Nothing’s scheduled in Munitions. There aren’t any missions involving you on the pad for tonight or tomorrow morning. What material?"
"I…" Michael paused, sounding to Walter’s incredulous ears, embarrassed, but steadfastly determined. "I have a date planned."
"A date!" Walter’s eyebrows hit his hairline, and the sound of his startled laughter was like a well-tuned motorcycle rumbling and roaring to life. "I never thought I’d see the day. It’s not a Valentine Op, is it?" Walter squinted suspiciously. "For this kind of trouble, it’d better be with Nikita. And you’d better treat her right," Walter warned, staring into Michael’s gray-green eyes seriously. Walter saw desperation, there, but not deceit. Curiouser and curiouser.
"Yes.” Michael looked decidedly uncomfortable. “Don’t ask any questions. Please. Can I borrow your Elmo T-shirt? Or, tell me where you bought yours?"
"Well, let me slip into something less comfortable," Walter laughed, "and we’ll discuss it on the way. This sounds like some mission! You’ll need a driver and someone to help acquire the material," Walter chuckled. "Plus, it’s my van. If I loaned it to you, I’d get it back full of holes... or worse."
***
Michael stood, once again, in front of Nikita’s locked apartment door.
Walter had helped him acquire the necessary materials. Legally, whenever possible, but a rash of bizarre, ‘unrelated’ robberies were sure to be reported, on the morrow.
The older man had then taken the van back to Section, after dropping off Michael and his supplies. Not before commenting, "Three cases of… Man! To be a fly on the wall! Sure you don’t want… company?"
Michael had politely declined Walter’s ‘generous’ offer, but promised Walter a future favor, similar to the oath he’d made to Birkoff. This was going to be an expensive date, but he’d worry about that later. All that mattered, now, was getting back to Nikita.
Michael had made certain preparations in the van on his way over to Nikita’s apartment. He sprayed the video camera outside Nikita’s door with a substance provided by Walter, to temporarily disable it.
Taking a deep breath, Michael adjusted his ‘get up,’ and knocked on the door.
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