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Date Posted: Sunday, April 22, 07:34:50pm
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Nikita507
's message, "Priority Mail 411+" on Saturday, March 31, 07:17:48pm
“My dad trained me really well, Nikita,” Adam had spoken as he stood in front of the SUV that they were about to leave the house in. Nikita had been horrified and Michael had slammed the door. “That is not going to happen, Adam.”
“I was talking to Nikita,” Adam fired back and Nikita winced as she now got out of the SUV. “Adam, you are staying here. That’s non-negotiable.”
“But my dad trained me. I can observe only… and I’ll contact you real operatives to do anything if I see anything,” Adam strained to declare that he could help out. He looked at his dad as he saw that Nikita wasn’t going to back down. “You let me help you go make contact with Walter.”
“That was when I didn’t know what was going on, Adam. We could have been in danger. We aren’t in danger here… only other people are in danger,” Michael shook his head as he looked at Nikita as she slipped back into the car.
Nikita now was in the dark, looking at the building that had too many bars based in it and the place that they thought something could go down related to the Devil. They even had some possible suspects and Nikita felt sick to her stomach. Three of them were so young.
“You are thinking about Adam,” Michael spoke from beside Nikita. She nodded her head up and down slightly. “He is good, Michael. He could have slipped out.”
“We left some of Davenport’s staff behind… they have no idea about the Angel and therefore the Devil… they can keep track of Adam,” Michael reported back as he shifted slightly and looked at the person who was moving down the street and then to the small screen that contained some images that Jason gave them of potential targets and of potential suspects of being the Angel.
Nikita snorted. “Adam is good… if you trained me half as you trained me… Davenport’s guys have not a chance to keep him in the house.”
“Jason asked him to help with some computer stuff,” Michael replied back as he knew that Nikita needed to know that. “So the combination will probably keep Adam safe in that house.”
Nikita rubbed at her neck and shifted in the seat. “God… I hate this.”
“Because we could be wrong,” Michael rasped as he nodded his head. “You had to get those toys and supplies to that group, Nikita.”
“And the media had to be vultures about it,” Nikita snapped as she shook her head from side to side. “Good deeds shouldn’t be seen as act of God.”
Michael sighed as he exhaled slowly. He took Nikita’s hand and squeezed it. “It’s the teenager that is on Jason’s list, isn’t it?”
“I know of him,” Nikita admitted as she nodded her head up and down. “Not inside of Section… but thought that his father committed suicide… of course his father was recruited.”
“Someone that I knew?” Michael inquired and Nikita shook her head. “Before us… worked at Section Three until I brought him to Section One… to replace the Torture Twins.”
Michael shuddered and exhaled. “Did he get out?”
“No,” Nikita shook her head from side to side. “His son didn’t need to think that his father committed suicide… but his father was absolutely guilty… and had too much fun with his job… although it wasn’t used internally as much as I could stop it from happening.”
“And now you are wondering if something like that personality could be passed down thru genetics?” Michael guessed as he didn’t have an answer for Nikita. She shifted in the seat again and tilted her head to the side. “Hat…”
Michael adjusted slightly in the seat and saw the person that Nikita was talking about. The hat had been noticed before. The person had to have walked this block a couple times already. Now the person had settled off in the perceived shadows. In the shadows of someone exiting the bars, but not the shadows for Michael and Nikita.
“Jason… did you get access to the cameras? We need eyes,” Nikita tapped into the communications unit.
“No, I did,” Adam replied back and Jason sighed. “I was running faces for Davenport… who had some of the targets in the area but no suspects… targets have left…”
“What camera do you need?” Adam interrupted Jason.
“From the corner bar… move it to look across the street… towards the coffee shop that is closed,” Michael directed and there was a sharp giggle. “Is that because you didn’t think that I could get the coffee shop camera?”
Nikita looked at Michael as it was proof that Adam was good.
“Someone is in the shadows… could be nothing,” Michael didn’t even look at Nikita as he knew that his son was good. That was why Davenport’s men were doubled-up and the fact that Michael had planted at least three trackers on Adam throughout the day today. He was absolutely at home.
The images started to come up on the screen and Jason immediately started to run facial recognition.
Nikita adjusted and shook her head. “This is it, Michael…”
“Not one that we narrowed too,” Jason whispered.
Nikita just knew. “Davenport… Tom… we need you here… something is going down.”
“We don’t know anything.”
“That’s a gun,” Adam spoke as he enhanced the video. Nikita shifted and looked at Michael. “You want to tell me that something is happening?”
“We can’t just charge over there, Kita,” Michael warned as their communications units were chirping away with reports of Davenport and Tom moving in. Tom was paired with Walter and Davenport had Ellie. The doctor had some skills.
“We aren’t,” Nikita tensed up as she looked at the screen and frowned. “I don’t know this person.”
“That’s a good thing,” Michael declared as he ran a hand thru his hair, worrying that Nikita was jumping the gun here.
“Wait… wait… I know this person…” Jason interrupted. He started to type away heavily and then a new picture came up on the split screen. “Older half-brother of the webmaster.”
“And the main man that the webmaster focused on owns that bar,” Nikita looked at Michael as she adjusted in her seat, moving to get out as the man moved in the shadows.
“Ah… that could be an explosive,” Jason warned as he zoomed into the video and pointed out the finer details.
Nikita looked at Michael. “Can we wait?”
“Kita, we have too.”
“Ah… he is sick,” Adam reported with a hoarse voice. “Inoperable cancer… diagnosed around the time of the first attack by the Devil.”
Nikita got out of the SUV.
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