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Date Posted: Friday, March 09, 07:54:53pm
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Nikita507
's message, "Priority Mail 399+" on Thursday, March 01, 08:02:50pm
“Michael… she looks exhausted,” Davenport spoke through the communications unit that felt odd in his ear. He was tired too but Nikita had been on another level throughout the night. She was on a mission to bring an end to this Devil talk today.
But it was going to be a stretching.
“Why are you even able to see her?” Michael inquired as he knew that they were stretched super thin and they all knew that they weren’t going to be able to cover every area. This person never attacked what seemed to be the place to attack. They could be out in the public and find out later that something was done in someone’s house like a home invasion.
“She looks exhausted,” Davenport declared again.
“Hey, chatter boxes…” Walter grumbled and Michael turned his head to look at the people that were passing him. Michael frowned. “This is a wild goose chase… this isn’t going to work.”
“Sugar seemed to believe it would be in this area and Nat thought just like her,” Walter pointed out and Michael huffed. “Based off of what?”
“Sometimes you got to trust her gut,” Tom gut through the line. Michael shook his head. “What if this person does have a connection back to us… we would be in the area that they could be coming too… a double-“
“And that’s why I’m closer to Nikita,” Davenport bristled as it was clear that he was moving. “But damn, she won’t stop yawning.”
“And you forget that I was Operations,” Nikita’s words bit back with a hiss. She cleared her throat. “But… it is late.”
“Kita…” Michael whispered as he shifted and moved to where he could see her. That was when he realized that his fatigue had made him miss the details that made it clear what was going on. “You put yourself out there as bait today.”
“If they knew us… yes,” Nikita rasped as she shifted on the bench.
They all saw Nat as he pulled into the parking lot. He shook his head as soon as he got out of the car. Michael pulled the communications unit out while most everyone swore. But he saw Nikita; she just hung her head in defeat. He got to the stairs and trotted down them quickly while others started to retreat back home.
“Kita…” Michael whispered as he sat down beside her. “We know that they don’t know us… That’s good news.”
“But someone died,” Nikita handed over her cell phone to Michael with the information. “Even after the police said that it wasn’t the Angel yesterday… and it wasn’t…”
Michael wrapped his arm around Nikita’s body as she collapsed into his body. “And they could still know us… they might have caught on...”
“They?” Michael inquired and Nikita shrugged her shoulders. “I don’t know… him… her… it… they…”
Michael turned to look right into Nikita’s eyes. “This is really bothering you for more than just what is happening. You think you know this person.”
Nikita shrugged her shoulders. “I fear… what if it someone that I let go of out of Section… or what if it is someone that Section would have handled… it was an awful place, Michael. But there were things… that were right.”
“And you’ve done enough, Kita. You can’t feel like you need to continue to make up for what you thought you did there that was wrong… and you can’t try to protect the world as if you are Section,” Michael stroked her face. He leaned in and kissed her gently. “Let’s go home.”
“I want to see this place,” Nikita tapped at the phone. “We can find something.”
“Nat is going to have a team there… they are good and if they find anything and they can’t process it… it will get to me.”
“We can be faster.”
Michael stood up and pulled Nikita up to her feet. “You are exhausted… you were running on pure energy… and we have to let this go thru the right channels.”
“I have access….”
“Kita,” Michael grasped her face. “It isn’t your job.”
Nikita pulled away and pushed Michael’s hands away. “It doesn’t mean that I can’t feel something about this.”
“Kita…”
“No,” Nikita snapped as she stepped away from Michael. “I have to do something about this… the police don’t even believe Nat…. so I have to do something.”
“You need sleep.”
“You don’t know me,” Nikita spun on her heels and left quickly with a fast stalk. Michael pulled out the communications unit and placed it back in to hear that there was swearing again.
“Michael…” Davenport rasped and Michael swallowed. “Keep eyes on her, ok?”
“She is just going home,” Davenport retorted and Michael sighed. “I hope so… I hope so.”
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