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Date Posted: 16:31:19 12/13/01 Thu
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's message, "Sometimes the Dragons Are Real" on 18:37:45 12/12/01 Wed
Sometimes the Dragons Are Real, Chapter 11
Michael looked down at the floor and then looked up at his team, meeting the eyes of
each man before he said in a husky voice, “I want to thank each one of you. You
don’t know what this means to me. As I have the mission planned, I will be the only
one in the line of fire. Each of you will have the responsibility to get the hostages out
of the bank as quickly as possible as well as to plant yourselves at the front door and
keep everyone else out until everything is secured inside the bank. Two of the
hostages will stay inside the bank after you take the others out. I will want some
uninterrupted time with them, but it will not be very long. The pictures of the two
who will remain are in your PDA’s. Please study their pictures and the rest of the
information in the PDA’s. We will be landing and meeting Walter in less than an hour.
And I want to thank you again being a part of the team.” Michael looked at each one
of them again, then turned and walked back to where Nikita was sitting near his
computer. She stood when she saw that his eyes were shining with tears and drew
him down to sit next to her. “You didn’t really think they would let you go in alone,
did you?”
“I wasn’t sure. I’ve been pretty ruthless with some of them during missions. I know I
should have known them better, but you know I don’t let anyone too close....except...
for you.” He put his hand into her hair and pushed the strands back behind her ear,
then allowed his fingers to caress her cheek, but he pulled his hand away quickly
when he saw her close her eyes, heard her sigh and feel her tilt her head into his
touch.
Focus, Michael, focus. This is why Rene is not with you, he told himself. This lack of
focus is what caused Madeline to take him away in the first place. Nikita felt him
stiffen and pull away. She opened her eyes to see his frosty green eyes and
recognized that Section Michael was well and truly back. His steely mission
composure had established itself and she knew that this was the only Michael she
would know until Rene and Grace were safe.
She knew Michael would get them out, but that fact did not reassure her that Michael
would come out with them. She also knew that if the mission demanded Michael’s
life, then he would gladly give that life.....for Rene.
Sometimes the Dragons Are Real, Chapter 12
They had arrived. Michael walked down the back ramp of the huge military transport
following behind the big, black Chevy Suburban that they had used on the mission in
Chile. It was dust-covered but in good condition otherwise. Walter was waiting at
the bottom of the ramp with a truck full of equipment. He directed Carson, who was
driving the Chevy to a water truck which had pulled up along side the cargo plane.
Several enlisted men started to hose down the Suburban, giving it a thorough
washing.
“Walter, we don’t have the time to do this...,” Michael said gruffly.
“Michael, since when does the FBI send in HRT teams in filthy vehicles?” Walter
questioned. He walked up to Michael and, in a move that surprised everyone
watching, put his arm around Michael’s shoulders and said to him quietly, “how are
you holding up? I know how worried you are about Rene. I’m worried about him and
Grace, too.”
Michael allowed Walter’s arm around his shoulders for a few seconds before he
stepped away and started asking Walter about the profile for the mission. He talked
quickly and Nikita watched Walter nod a few times, but then he started arguing about
a point. Michael shook his head vigorously and apparently told Walter in no uncertain
terms what he wanted. After a hard look to Michael, Walter sighed and nodded,
shaking his head as if to say, I know you’re wrong, but I also know that I’m not going
to change your mind. Walter glanced up at Nikita and met her eyes. He looked very
worried.
Michael seemed to be in a hundred different places all at once. He was supervising
every move in getting ready for the mission on the bank. The others were trying to
be understanding, but his constant hovering and criticism was starting to grate on
their nerves. Nikita could take it no longer and when Michael pulled Nikita’s gun out
of her hand to field-strip it and clean it, she drew back her fist and punched him in
the jaw. He sat down hard on the concrete of the runway behind the huge transport
plane. Michael looked at Nikita as if she had gone mad and rubbed his jaw.
“What was that for,” he yelled, as he quickly scrambled to his feet. A smattering of
applause greeted his return to eye level with Nikita. He looked around at the other
operatives and saw grins on their faces, just before the grins disappeared from sight
to be replaced by Nikita’s angry face.
“We are with you Michael and we know how to prepare for a mission. We do not need
you in our faces telling or showing us how to do the job!” She yelled in his face. She
almost faltered in her dressing down of Michael when she noticed how close she was
to those wonderful jade green eyes of his, but she held firm her resolve to straighten
Michael out. “NOW, I’m going to say a word and you are going to listen carefully and
tell me if you understand this word. If you do understand it, we are going to climb
into that vehicle over there and we are going to go get Rene and Grace. Okay?” she
asked still nose to nose with Michael.
“What’s the word?” he asked a self-deprecating smile growing on his face.
“FOCUS!!” Nikita shouted, “do you understand?”
“I understand,” Michael said, “let’s go.” With that said, Michael started for the black
Suburban, which was now shining in the Texas sun, the doors gleaming with the
newly painted letters, FBI, on each side. Several members of his team clapped him on
the back as he climbed into the passenger side of the vehicle. They piled into the
back. Walter drove toward the main gate of the airbase, his ponytail blowing in the
wind. Carson followed behind in the truck that Walter had brought with him which
was filled with enough supplies to carry out three missions. They were prepared for a
small war.
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