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Date Posted: Sunday, February 19, 11:42:01pm
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Nikita507
's message, "Priority Mail 387+" on Wednesday, February 08, 08:18:13pm
Adam was still trying to figure out what had gone on after the soccer game as he got to his house. He noted that there were a lot of cars around, but they hadn’t had plans for anyone to visit tonight. Adam tossed the empty Gatorade bottle into the air and caught it, hoping that this wasn’t anything too bad. “Hey… I’m home…”
“Adam,” Reagan spoke as she came down the stairs. “Maybe you should come upstairs and help Sabrina and I pick out what pizza we should have tonight.”
“Ah… I thought that my dad and Nikita were making ravioli…” Adam spoke without even thinking. He knew that something was going on but he still wanted the dinner that Nikita had asked him about a couple days ago.
Reagan came down a couple more stairs and tried to act like nothing was going on. “I’m sure that you can have that another night… when we don’t have to cook for so many people.”
“Adam, it is probably best,” Michael spoke as he stepped out into the hallway.
He tossed the Gatorade bottle into the recycle bin and dropped his school bag down with his bag of clothes. Adam didn’t even get a chance to tell anyone the good news about the soccer game.
“Wait,” Nikita spoke as she pushed passed Michael. “How did the soccer game go? Did you make the playoffs?”
Adam grinned. Even when it was clear that both Michael and Reagan were trying to protect Nikita from something, she came thru and remembered something important. He loved that about Nikita. “Yeah… we made the playoffs.”
Nikita clapped her hands together and moved closer to Adam. She hugged him and stepped back. She tilted her head to the side. “Wait… there is more about this game… you have to tell me.”
“Kita…” Michael spoke and Nikita shook her head from side to side. “This is really important for Adam… and I think he is just being shy…”
Adam nodded his head up and down as he felt the excitement bubbling up again, even though he knew that something serious was going on. “I scored the winning goal.”
Nikita hugged Adam again as she jumped up and down a bit. “Adam… that’s great… I’m so happy for you.”
Adam pulled back and looked around. “So… Jason is here… and Walter… and Tom… What’s going on?”
“You should come upstairs, Adam,” Reagan spoke from the door again. Nikita turned and shook her head to Reagan. “Worry about Sabrina… Adam is old enough to know what is going on. He is smart enough too.”
“Kita…” Michael whispered and Nikita turned to look at him. “If we don’t tell him now, Adam will find a way to find out.”
“I don’t need to know,” Adam shook his head from side to side. “I got school work to do…”
Nikita arched her eyebrow to Michael. “We don’t even know if we can do anything at this point. It can be a long time, and there is no way that Adam won’t find out.”
Adam moved towards his dad. “It will make it up for the ravioli I’m not getting to night to celebrate my game-winning and playoff clinching goal.”
Michael pulled his son in closer. “I didn’t want you to be involved in this stuff.”
“You had me help run the mission to go meet Walter when he sent us letters,” Adam commented with a shrug of his shoulders. Michael pulled him into the living room and Adam went right towards Jason, pulling out one of the other computers. “So, this is what you have been working on all week, Dad?”
“I noticed a pattern,” Nat spoke as he looked up from the couch where he had his hands in files. “I took it to your dad… hoping that he wouldn’t find the pattern.”
“Or find proof that it wasn’t connected,” Michael added and Adam looked around and then back to Nikita. “A pattern… to what?”
“Bad things happening after the Angel has done something,” Nikita’s voice cracked as she shook her head. “But it isn’t going to stop the Angel… it won’t.”
Adam pulled away from the keyboard and leaned against the couch. “The kids in school would love for it to stop the Angel… They are all afraid that the Angel is going to ruin one of their parties… like that is worth the Angel’s time.”
Nikita looked at Michael. “What if it is a group of people doing this, Michael? We already know that whatever is going on they have no idea that it is us because the reaction is only after a published act of the Angel.”
Adam looked at Nikita and looked at Jason. That was when the instant message on his computer popped up and Jason had indicated that he was surprised with how well Nikita was taking this. Adam had to agree but he didn’t comment back. Right now, he was just taking in all the information, like almost everyone else in this room.
“What if this person escalates? I think it’s just one person,” Walter inquired and Nikita looked at Michael. There were tears in her eyes. She swallowed. “I did what I felt was right… and I still feel that the Angel is right… we all feel the need to be that role… and I can’t stop being an agent of good…”
Nikita looked at Adam and then rubbed her elbows. “And this can’t take over any of our lives… it can’t.”
“And it won’t change when we get married,” Michael spoke as he looked Nikita straight into her eyes. She reluctantly nodded her head up and down.
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