CAPTIVE FREEDOM PART 11

By LORRAINE O.

PART 11

Nikita sat with her feet drawn up on the chair, chin resting on her knees as she stared at the plastic stick on the kitchen table. The clocked ticked off the seconds that signalled perhaps a whole new chapter in her life and she was petrified. With sweaty palms, she bit her lip nervously wishing she had the power to alter time. All too soon, the clock chimed off 6 o’clock making her gasp out loud.

With a shaky hand, she reached for the stick and pulled it closer somehow already knowing the outcome. The sight of a strong blue plus sign stared back at her in the small window cut in the stick. Nikita closed her eyes,, unable to believe the drastic change she now faced. She clutched the stick in her hands rocking back and forth as if trying to comfort herself when her eyes sprung open sucking in a harsh gasp of air.

You knew…. You knew before me and that’s why you sent me away. You knew…. Getting to her feet, she paced frustrated up and down the shadowed hallway, trying to think of a way to get in touch with Michael.

Calling him on his cell would be a fatal mistake,,, Section would have it monitored. She thought biting her thumbnail, she kept pacing, her socked feet padding quietly on the hardwood floors.

Ohhh,,, she squealed excitedly, recalling the panel he had given her during her first months as a section Operative. Madeline was having her cancelled and he had given her a panel that only he had access too that he sent a message to saving her life the first time she left Section. She kept the panel for sentimental reasons after he brought her back in, thinking he had long since disabled it. Racing to her room, she yanked out a box from the back of her closet rummaging through the contents. Her fingers closed around it’s hard case and she yanked it out, quickly bringing it into the light. Sitting on her bed, she stopped short, her finger poised over the power button.

What if he knew and this was why he wanted me gone… maybe he couldn’t face doing this again after Simone….

She fell back on the bed, her heart wrestling with her logic. No, I won’t stay away... he did this for me, not to me, I understand now. He loves me too much to do that to me. She concluded as she sat up and pushed the button. With baited breath, she watched as the panel immediately powered up. Almost instantly, there was a display of at least 20 messages. Tears formed in her eyes, blurring the small printing until she couldn’t see. Wiping her eyes with the back of her hand, she downloaded each message; fresh tears fell from her eyes with each message.

Are you there?

Please answer.

Tell me you are alright.

She read each message, letting the tears fall freely now. His love was evident. Erasing them all, she was about to enter a reply, when the panel beeped and a message came in.

Nikita, are you alive? Michael.

Nikita laughed, choking on her tears as she quickly punched in her reply. Yes, we both are Michael. Pushing enter, the message was sent.

Blowing her nose with Kleenex, she curled on her side, the panel lie beside her on the bed as she waited and hoped he was there to receive her answer right away. Almost immediately, the panel began a download once again. Sitting up, she once again held her breath waiting for the message to appear.

Can I see you?

Nikita screamed excitedly, sobbing almost hysterically at this point as she tried to punch in her reply with a shaky hand I am waiting.

Hitting send, she lay back and laughed aloud, her hands holding her stomach gently, marvelling at her good fortune.

We are both waiting for you Michael. She whispered hiccupping between sobs.

Yes Michael,, what is it? Operations gazed down at a team of operatives arriving from a mission, pleased they all came back intact, his hands resting deep inside his pockets. Michael clasped his hands in front of him, his stance that of his usual unreadable self and glanced out the window before speaking.

You owe me some down time. I want to take it.

Operations turned his head to look at the younger man with quiet interest. A smug smile crossed his features before he answered. Yes,, I do owe you some time. How long do you want or rather should I ask how far away she is? I suppose that might have some bearing on how long you want.

He wished he knew what was going through Michaels head but he was too well trained to let any hints show. Instead, he merely stared back, his eyes unblinking.

We know you helped her to escape us Michael. I will give you the time on a few conditions. One, you will return with her. And two. You won’t ever try to leave us again…. Ever. That includes helping her to leave.

Michael nodded his head. Fine.

He would agree to the deal Operations offered if only to keep her with him. The baby was something he would work out after talking to Nikita.

You have 10 days Michael. If you don’t come back, both of you will be hunted down and cancelled.

Inclining his had slightly; Michael pivoted on his heel and left, satisfied for now he could make it all work out.

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