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Date Posted: 23:24:25 03/31/01 Sat
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I stood and looked over Section for what must have been the hundredth time. I kept telling myself that I had to stop. I’m making everyone nervous and nervous operatives were sloppy operatives. It was no use I was never as controlled as Michael or Birkoff or anyone in Section 1. My emotions were my downfall. Closing my eyes I took a deep stilling breath and called up all the training I had. Adrian, Madeline, Michael all excellent teachers… “ Appearances are everything, my dear, you must appear controlled.” Adrian had told me. “ Sometimes you have to appear ruthless.” Michael had told me. I know now what I thought then. I didn’t have to be emotionally calm just make it appear as such. With a determined stride I crossed the perch and sat, there were situations that demanded my attention.
“ Ma’am there’s a problem with the Concord Mission.”
“ What is it?” I asked Jason not really all that concerned. The team in the area was one of our best.
“ There are personnel on the premises.”
“ Handle it.”
“ They’re Section.”
“ What?”
“ They’re not ours but they are differently, Section.”
“ Abort the mission and isolate the Section they belong to.”
The flurry of activity stopped. Not slowed down just stopped. Jason swung his eyes too the perch and then back toward an entrance. My eyes followed his path but my heart already told me what I would see. Jasmine flanked Michael as he stood in the center of the main room. I checked my reflex to run to him; this had to be handled carefully. Instead I watched the situation before me to see how the operatives would handle it.
Silence reigned as others stopped to see what was so special about this particular operative. Operatives came and went, seeing a new face brought in was nothing special. Some of my higher operatives came out to see what had happened. Dead silence did not bode well for their continued health. Seeing Michael they glanced at each other and seemed to make a decision. Michael stayed; he was still one of them. They all left their posts and surrounded him. I took advantage of their good graces, caught one of their eyes and nodded.
My operatives stepped back, silenced the growing hum with glares, and established a circle around Michael. I descended the perch and motioned my shadows to assume positions at the doorways. One of the Team leaders relaxed his stance long enough to allow me into the center of the circle and resumed it. I stood in the circle and studied the man before me. Then in a statement coldly calculated to leave no questions as to his legitimacy in Section I said, “ Welcome back Michael. I’ll expect your report on my desk.” With that I exited the circle, but did not return to the perch.
“ All right everyone! You’ve got work to do!”
“ Move!”
“ The van leaves in 10!”
“ I want that data in five!”
“ Find out whose those operatives were!”
“ Clarence, I need those specs.”
“ Dose the word Abeyance mean anything to you?” leaders started issuing orders and everyone broke up. Section was moving again.
“ Jason, want to show him to his office? I got to go stop Steven from killing that operative. On second thought maybe he should cancel him. It’d be one less mole around here.”
“ Don’t ask. Come on Michael, Nikita wants to brief you in five. We got to get moving.”
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