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Date Posted: 10:17:03 01/05/02 Sat
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's message, "Heat Wave" on 10:01:34 01/05/02 Sat
Chapter Three
The stairwell was completely dark, because it was an interior stairway; there were no outside windows to let in any light. Stepping into the darkness would be like entering a tomb. Something Nikita had spent years avoiding.
"Is there a problem." Michael asked so close his breath stirred her hair, and she could feel his chest rub against her back with every breath.
"I'm thinking of developing a case of claustrophobia pretty soon. Would now be a bad time for that?"
Michael couldn't help but let a small chuckle escape him. "It’s not far, you can make it." He grasped her hand and tugged her after him. Since the only alternative was to wait there until the power came back on, Nikita allowed herself to be pulled into the airless darkness. The door behind them slammed shut, sealing them in. The only thing that stopped her from feeling totally alone was his touch, surrounding her in the darkness.
It was disorienting at first, but Michael began talking, "Picture the stairwell Nikita, there are two flights separated by a landing, four flights." At the end of the four flights, he released her and stepped forward a few steps to the door. Gratefully, Nikita walked out into the sunlit lobby, glancing around to see what if any people they were going to have to contend with.
The lobby was empty. "Michael, it’s deserted." Nothing like stating the obvious to a man who never misses anything.
Michael walked to the clear glass doors he had bounded through before, only to find them locked now. Solid. "The building must be sealed. Birkoff, we need an egress. The building is closed down."
Birkoff tapped in a few commands, bringing all available information about the building up on his screen. "Security is tight there Michael. Power is out all over the city due to an overload of the circuits. The system there is in place to keep looters out in instances like this. The glass is shatterproof and bulletproof. Even if we sent someone over, it would take a case of C4 to blow a hole in it to get you both out."
"Can you override the door locks?"
"No. Not until the electricity is restored. Well, " Birkoff gave a short laugh, "I could get you out of there, but that would mean packing up a bunch of equipment and catching the next plane, getting me there roughly 7 hours from now and taking me away from several projects. Do you want me to put that in place?"
Michael glanced at Nikita, the bleeding had stopped, and if she were truly hurt, she would have told him by now. Her injuries where minor. "No. We will stand by until the power is restored. I'll contact you then."
He glanced around the lobby, "We won't have to worry about lack of air here, but it's going to get hotter as the day goes on. We should get comfortable." He turned and walked toward one of the lobbies many seating areas. It was at least semi-private with a long planter that created the sense of a small alcove. It was also closer to the bathrooms, making it a better choice all the way around. Nikita eased herself down to a sitting position on one of the cushions Michael had laid on the floor for her. She groaned out loud as several muscles, scrapes and cuts made themselves known.
"Stay still." Michael walked into the bathroom, Nikita could hear water running, soon he was back with a bunch of soaked paper towels in his hand. "This might hurt."
Nikita opened one eye and regarded him, "I'm used to it by now Michael."
He flinched at her words; he was an expert in her pain. He moved in and slowly, carefully, began washing the blood and gore from her lovely face. The room was getting warmer without the cool air from the vents to chill it. Michael thought about the feasibility of having Nikita take off any of her clothing. He was certain that no matter what her condition, a half clad Nikita would cause problems with his libido. He gave a mental sigh and warned himself to concentrate on what was important.
"You are going to be more comfortable if this comes off." He began pulling at the material of her blouse.
Nikita hissed in pain and batted away his hands. "Let me.. " she began to unbutton her blouse with delicate fingers and Michael's heart stopped.
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