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Date Posted: 21:27:39 03/06/02 Wed
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Anon
's message, "Jericho, 9" on 09:19:00 03/02/02 Sat
>**
>
>Nikita skimmed over the profile Michael had given her
>once more, having already read it thoroughly twice,
>and then she lowered it and looked skeptically across
>the desk at Michael. “Who is this guy?”
>
>The weight of her gaze bore down on Michael and he
>turned his head to the side and looked out his office
>window into Section. He realized with a twist of
>irony that he – a Level five operative trained to
>withstand all manner of torture and intense
>interrogation, was finding it difficult to tell a
>simple lie in the face of Nikita’s simple question.
>Carefully schooling his features, he turned back and
>met Nikita’s gaze. “The Agency wants us to keep tabs
>on him.”
>
>“Why?”
>
>Her blue gaze remained locked on his and Michael
>stared back at her without answering. She was always
>so full of questions and not in the least shy about
>asking them. Nikita continued to stare at him and
>Michael realized with an inward sigh that she wasn’t
>going to let this one go. “I don’t know why,” he
>lied. “Just do the job.”
>
>She sat back and rolled her eyes. “I knew you
>wouldn’t tell me. You never do. Everything has to be
>a big secret around here. Don’t you think it might be
>more beneficial if I knew what to expect while I’m out
>there?”
>
>“You know all that you need to know.”
>
>“That’s what you say.” She sighed loudly and then
>stood up and began to pace the small confine of his
>office. “I don’t like it,” she said, stopping to look
>out his window into Section. “Something’s not right
>about it.”
>
>“Such as?”
>
>She turned to look at him, her eyes frowning. “I
>don’t know. Just something.”
>
>Michael stood then and walked over to where she was
>standing. He stopped less than a foot from her and
>looked into her eyes. “You’ll be fine,” he said
>quietly. I’ll make sure you’re okay.
>
>Nikita continued to stare at him for several long
>seconds, and then her shoulders relaxed ever so
>slightly and she nodded once. There was still doubt
>in her eyes, but along with it was something else that
>Michael had worked hard and long to cultivate in her.
>Trust. She took another deep breath and searched his
>eyes once more. “Okay,” she said, flatly. “I’ll do
>what you ask, but so help me, Michael, if you’re lying
>to me I swear I’ll …”
>
>He raised one brow. A ghost of a smile lifting one
>corner of his mouth. No one else in Section dared to
>threaten him. Only Nikita. He raised one hand and
>touched her cheek lightly, very briefly. “The
>briefing’s about to start.”
>
>Nikita made an exasperated sound and looked away. He
>wished there was a way to make her see that some
>things were better left unsaid. Knowing what kind of
>man Alex Chandler truly was would not make her
>performance in this mission any easier. If anything,
>it would have the exact opposite effect. “Once you
>gain his trust you’ll be given more detail, Nikita.”
>
>“Yeah. Sure.” She turned, sighing, picked up the PDA
>and clicked it off. And then she turned and left the
>office without saying anything else.
>
>At the briefing Nikita sat like a stone, arms crossed
>defensively over her chest and eyes staring straight
>ahead. Michael wasn’t even certain if she was paying
>attention to what Operations was saying. Apparently,
>neither did Operations. He placed his hands on the
>edge of the table and leaned down, looking pointedly
>at Nikita.
>
>“Are there any questions?”
>
>Nikita stared back at Operations and Michael felt the
>tension in the air heighten. He slanted a look
>sideways and willed her to remain silent. Operations,
>still looking directly at her, straightened up. “Zero
>mistakes,” he said, and then, turning on his heel,
>dismissed them.
>
>Nikita pushed her chair back and stood up. She turned
>to leave but stopped when Michael called her name.
>Standing, he looked into her eyes. “You have only one
>shot at this,” he said, his voice quiet. “I know you
>can do it.”
>
>She stood looking at him for a long time without
>saying anything and then she turned and made her way
>over to Walter’s.
>
>**
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