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Date Posted: Friday, January 18, 10:26:01am
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's message, "TMTC" on Tuesday, July 24, 12:04:39pm
Chapter Eleven
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When Nikita returned to Section Walter was waiting for her at van access, excitement mixed with disappointment evident in his features.
“I thought you trusted me,” Walter greeted Nikita as soon as she set foot inside.
“I do,” Nikita countered to the man who’d been her only real champion and friend over the last two years. “Come with me.” She led him to the perch, not saying another word until they reached the aerie and Nikita darkened the windows. Michael could wait a few more minutes. Walter’s feelings were too important to postpone, for several reasons.
Ceding to her wishes, Walter walked alongside Nikita down the corridor towards Section’s hub in silence, reigning in his inquisitiveness until they reached the privacy of her office. Neither stopped or acknowledged the curious glances they received from various operatives along the way.
“How do you know?” Nikita asked after Walter used one of his many toys to confirm the Perch was surveillance free, at least temporarily. She didn’t bother asking what he knew, as she was sure of that answer by his countenance.
“Come on Nikita,” Walter admonished, “I’ve been here over thirty years. Nothing gets by me.”
“It wasn’t about trust,” Nikita tactfully refrained from reminding Walter that obviously some things do get by him, her three years as a mole for Center one example.
“Really?” He was still skeptical.
“Yes. Really.” Nikita suppressed a tired sigh and elaborated. “I didn’t want anyone, especially you, involved in case the answer had been no.”
“Like I’ve told both you and Michael over the years, I can take care of myself.”
“I know Walter, I know,” Nikita granted. “But I didn’t want you sticking your neck out for me yet again.”
“Aww, Sugar,” A somewhat mollified Walter reverted to his pet name for Nikita, his anger defeated. “Any time, any thing.”
“Are you sure about that?” Nikita hadn’t meant to broach the subject yet, but since the opportunity arose…
“You know it,” Walter affirmed. “Why?”
“We’ll talk soon,” Nikita’s proclamation was accompanied by an impish smile, a sight Walter hadn’t beheld in a long, long time. “I promise.”
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