TT 23 -- The New Alternate Universe of La Femme Nikita

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Date Posted: 14:39:31 06/21/02 Fri
Author: Repost Fairy
Author Host/IP: 64.193.19.25
Subject: TT 23
In reply to: Esme 's message, "Turned Tables" on 22:54:00 05/03/02 Fri

Nikita crouched down to the ground as a guard passed by her position. She held her breath as he stopped directly above her and looked around. Her heart pounding in her chest she counted backwards from 100. As 79 approached the guard moved away. Closing her eyes in relief she continued to mess with some wires sticking out of the ground.

She had been at the hospital when her phone rang calling her to the Chicago substation for a small mission. Afterwards she was to go straight to Section One. The simple in and out mission was taking two days longer then anticipated and she was stuck in a whole in the ground playing with muddy wires.

�Nikita, where are you with the alarm?�

She cursed Jurgen under her breath and narrowed her eyes. �We�d be moving right along if you would stop asking me every two minutes where we are.�

�Nikita, report.�

�Fine,� she sighed, exasperated. �We are two minutes further from when you asked me before. Give me one more minute and I�ll be done.�

She smiled in victory as Jurgen�s annoyed sigh rang in her ear. Concentration took hold of her and she finished in 50 seconds. Reporting to Jurgen she readied her weapon and proceeded to the next mark. As she approached she ran into a guard. In shock he was dead before he could call for help.

She ran inside the building using every stealth ability she possessed. She went into an office cracked it open with some new gadget Walter made. She was in and out in ten minutes and ran to the van.

Handing Jurgen the briefcase she sat down and closed her eyes to sleep barely registering Jurgen�s order to take them to a private airport.
****

Michael hung up the phone and glanced at his watch with puzzlement. Nikita had went out of town for some case she was working on and said she�d be back in a week. It had been two weeks and he was beginning to get worried. He had called her office and been told she couldn�t be gotten a hold of.

He started slightly as the fire bell rang. He shook his head and ran to the pole sliding down, grabbing his gear and getting into the truck. His mind pushed out thoughts of Nikita as the truck rushed through the streets sirens blaring through the air.

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TT 24 -- Repost Fairy, 14:41:49 06/21/02 Fri