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Date Posted: Sunday, January 27, 11:36:34pm
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's message, "Priority Mail 513+" on Friday, January 25, 07:15:33pm
Michael pushed the door closed with his hip as he carried the full bucket of ice into the room and held onto three bottles of soda, two decaffeinated for Nikita. She didn’t want a fancy hotel and she had picked this chain along with a chain restaurant for dinner, although she had not had much to eat.
Nikita looked up from the bed that she had used several pillows to prop herself up against the headboard and glanced back to the television. She knew that Michael had lots of questions and she couldn’t help but think about the trunk that was in the car, as they were not sure how it was going to be shipped back to the house. “The kids called while you were out… neither wanted to talk long.”
“Adam texted me,” Michael spoke as he placed the bucket down and one of the sodas for Nikita on the dresser while he walked over with one for her and his. “He said that Walter was about to bring dinner.”
“He probably is bringing them pizza,” Nikita spoke as she opened up her bottle and took a sip. “Thanks for this.”
“I’m just glad that they had decaffeinated,” Michael spoke and Nikita leaned her head back. “I didn’t want to stay at that fancy hotel.”
“Well, it would have had room service. What happens if you get hungry later?”
“I won’t,” Nikita shook her head negatively from side to side. She knew what Michael was trying to get to and she wallowed past the knot in her throat. “We should get some sleep… we are both tired.”
“But you won’t sleep,” Michael pointed out as he kicked his shoes off and settled on top of the bed beside Nikita. “I knew that this trip wasn’t going to be easy for you, Kita. You promised me that you would talk about things.”
Nikita shifted and placed the bottle on the night stand and looked at the television that was stuck on some news channel. She rubbed her hands across her stomach. “I had to get them. Someone might have thought of them of being something more…”
“I can’t believe you left them in a cabin like that.”
“Lots of sensors going into there, Michael,” Nikita rolled her eyes. “I turned most of them off before we left. If someone finds them now, it won’t be anything.”
“Tell me about how you found them,” Michael directed his wife as he didn’t look at her as he knew that it would be more pressure on her. Nikita exhaled and leaned her head back. “Michael…”
“Tell me,” Michael spoke and Nikita groaned. “It was just a couple months after… because we had to move headquarters…”
“A threat?”
“A planned due to the regime change and the fact that no one tried to overturn me as being Operations,” Nikita’s voice trembled as she explained the situation. She closed her eyes and exhaled slowly. “We were being moved… and no one had really used that office…. There were dead bonsai trees there…”
“You were pregnant,” Michael spoke and Nikita shivered with the memory.
Nikita almost found comfort as the door to Madeline’s office silently opened and she stepped in. There were several places inside of Section One that operatives completely left her alone; one of them was when she was in Madeline’s office. She needed the solitude right now, although she had indicated to Jason that it was because she had to ensure all essential materials had been removed from the office before they moved in a couple days.
Her attempts to plan for her unborn child were unraveled yet again. She wouldn’t have another change to maneuver herself in a position to reach out for Michael. She was running other plans in her head but she was going to have to make sure that she made some personnel, such as Mick Schtoppel, to valuable to leave in the town. It was the only way that she was going to be able to function.
And she had to stop the powers that be from making her put Walter into retirement.
It had been a shock how many times that it had been attempted to put Walter into retirement but he was still with her and she needed to make sure that continued.
Nikita sat down at the desk and looked around the room. It had been remodeled only once since she became an operative but it had been a dramatic. This sterile office didn’t seem to have any heart to it and that did match the woman that Madeline turned out to be.
Nikita picked up a pen and spun it in her fingers, not sure what she was going to do next. She leaned back in the chair and dropped the pen as she noticed something that just didn’t seem right with the wall. That was when she was also struck with the fact that there was a pen on this desk.
Since when did Madeline write on paper?
Nikita walked over to the wall and ran her finger against it, feeling just a little slight difference in the texture. Then there was a snap and the wall shifted, opened up towards her. It was dark inside and Nikita stepped back and then found that a light went on when the panel opened up more. That was when she saw the cavernous opening that was filled with leather books.
Nikita wasn’t sure what this meant, but it was a huge find. Madeline had managed to hide these even in her death. Nikita wasn’t even sure why she found it. She hadn’t been looking for it. She pulled out one and opened it; to be sure that it was Madeline.
The few times that she had seen Madeline’s handwriting and this was another time that she was seeing it. Plus she had simply placed her name on the inside cover, written in script was just simply the name Madeline. There was neither date nor anything else. Nikita wasn’t sure what she was holding.
Then she turned the page and saw the long neat rows of script. Nothing dated but it was Madeline’s writing. Nikita slapped the cover closed and shoved the book back into the wall.
Maybe it would be best to leave them there.
But Madeline had hidden these secrets and maybe they would help Nikita hide her own, very important, secret.
“Kita?” Michael spoke as he knew that she was deep in memories, probably on the edge of a full blown PTSD flash. He had waited several minutes and Nikita jerked her head as he touched her hand. “You are safe, Kita.”
Nikita took a shaky breath and nodded her head as she searched for Michael’s eyes. He felt his other hand against her cheek and steady her so she could look at him. She took a few moments of looking into Michael’s green eyes and then eased away. She took a sip of her soda and then started to tell Michael exactly what she had remembered and how she had found Madeline’s writings.
She spoke carefully and with a metered voice. It was clear that it was a struggle, but Michael just allowed his wife to talk. He didn’t ask questions when she paused to take a deep breath. He did notice how she stroked her stomach, as it was clear that she was not truly thinking about this baby, but of when she was in that office, carrying Sabina, whom she could never admit she was pregnant with.
Nikita looked at Michael as she finished and pressed her lips together. “That’s how I found them.”
Michael nodded his head and whispered his thanks. He stroked his hand across her cheek and he cupped it to give Nikita comfort. “You have read some of them.”
“Just to see if some of them were… of when we…” Nikita trailed off as she turned her head to the side. “I’ve told you this.”
“Not much,” Michael pointed out with a gentle voice, as he now put his hand over top of Nikita’s and stopped it.
Nikita blinked her eyes and closed them for a second. “I didn’t read much either, Michael.”
Paul was irate to learn of my decision to assign Michael a trainee with this new set that arrived. It was beneficial that he was out of Section when I gave the assignment to Michael, making it several days too late to change the course that was already set, as Paul knows that for Michael, he needed to Michael to see that he supported my decisions.
Calming Paul took some finesse and some extra meals with choking down shark fillets, but he soon became to the realization that there was merit behind my actions. Michael may have been marked to be a successor, but with the deep cover blood mission that Michael was placed on, he also needed to be grounded back inside of Section, for when that mission enters its action state.
However, I may have made an error with the selection of Michael’s first trainee. I had purposely selected a woman who was Elena’s opposite in as many manners as possible. She was street hardened, blonde, tall, and obviously not refined as Elena. But we had not anticipated the addiction and the abuse that she has obviously endured. I am fearful that this trainee will not make it deep into training and that could cause more difficulties with Michael. We need successes, but I also cannot cover for this woman.
She may simply be too damaged to ground Michael into thinking that training her is worth his while.
Ironically, I am simply not sure which of these two women matches Michael’s type. Jurgen was never able to identify Michael’s type and I am still trying to assess if that knowledge will ever be identifiable with Michael. He plays some cards so close to his chest that I swear that he never even allows the thoughts to occur.
But this creature that I assigned Michael is so damaged that the innate ability that I can visualize when she is healthy may never occur. Surely she will never be a true match to Michael’s skills, abilities and emotions. I will have to look for another successor, as this will not work out long term.
“Kita?” Michael questioned as he watched Nikita’s whole body shiver. She was thinking something and she tossed her head from side to side. “I’m tired, Michael. I want to sleep.”
Michael nodded his head as he got off of the bed as Nikita pulled the pillows out from behind her head and shoved her legs underneath the sheets. “I’ll go wash up, Kita… that won’t disrupt you, will it?”
“I’m sure that I’m going to fall right to sleep,” Nikita spoke as Michael didn’t nod his head. He just moved as he knew that Nikita wasn’t going to go to sleep, but right now, he didn’t feel that he would accomplish anything by pushing Nikita.
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