(This story contains bad language)

He tried. Had really tried but found it was too difficult. While duty demanded he be strong, his emotions demanded his complete attention.

Grief. It was an emotion that Operations had not dealt with for quite awhile. His mind momentarily drifted back to Viet Nam. So many fallen comrades he had grieved for, so long ago.

He found, however, grief for a son lost; for a child he had never truly known, but loved just the same, was overbearing in emotional weight. Killing Martelli on the spot had provided him instant gratification, however, it was fleeting. Too short lived.

His head involuntarily dropped forward as he, again, wept silent tears for Stephen. He hadn't been able to get control of his emotions since the news of his son's death and Operations found himself spiralling into an emotional hell.

He had advised Madeline and Michael he was taking a few days and left instructions to contact him at his personal number if the need arose. He secretly hoped the need didn't arise.

As his car exited Section's garage, he instructed his chauffer/bodyguard, Brian to take the Park Drive home. He then settled comfortably into his plush leather seat, his scotch and soda and his new found melancholy.

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Stephen looked through his binoculars and watched as a dark blue Lincoln exited the garage. It was not the car he was looking for, however.

Martelli had driven in there two days ago and still had not come out. He had been staked out a few blocks away the whole time and was sure of it.

On several occasions, he had wanted to physically get a closer look but knew it was too risky. Should anyone see him, he would lose the element of surprise. He was after all a corpse now.

Thinking back, Stephen couldn't understand why he hadn't thought of this sooner. He knew his father wasn't dead. He could feel it in his bones. He realized, however, that he was probably living pretty deep under. The only way to really find him was going just as deep.

He had to laugh at how easy faking his death had been. When one of his contacts told him about Martelli and his interesting business connections, Stephen realized he needed to get into his circle. Running with that circuit would definitely give his "death" the exposure he needed and he would then be in a position to obtain better information about the underground community. Martelli was reputed to do just about anything if the price was right.

He had managed to get a meeting with Martelli after dealing with numerous middlemen and repeatedly laying down his credentials. The name of "The Crew" still held some weight through their past activities and the bogus half million dollar investor Stephen had spoke of interested in purchasing nuclear arms had also gotten their attention.

During the meeting, Stephen had told Martelli that his needs were two fold. He advised him that he needed some people off his back to facilitate the nuclear arms transaction. He had continued saying the only way out was to make them believe he was dead. He offered Martelli a generous sum for staging this effect and offered him a larger portion of the cut if the arms deal went through.

Martelli had jumped at the bait. Money being a big motivator for him. He accepted Stephen's "staged death" offer and proceeded to speak of connections that were very deep, almost non existent. He boasted about his "hands off" status which infuriated certain agencies who were completely anti-terrorist.

Stephen had become more intrigued as he listened to Martelli remembering how his crew along with Borsos had been eliminated by a powerful anti-terrorist group. He alone had walked away from the blood bath by the grace of a golden haired angel who he longed to see again.

The wheels were set in motion and Martelli had said he would work out the details for the arms purchase and get back to him. Stephen had then accompanied him to one of the downstairs rooms in his safehouse to complete phase one of the deal.

Martelli told Stephen the news of his death would circulate readily and rapidly once his people started spreading the word. They had played out the scenario with Martelli clipping off two rounds into Stephen's kevlar protected chest for audio and visual effect. The impact of the shots had knocked Stephen unconscious and Martelli had called two of his personal lackeys to take "the body" out for disposal saying he had other business to tend to.

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Martelli's lackeys had placed him in a shallow ditch one quarter mile from the safehouse and left with no questions asked. Stephen had regained consciousness shortly after their departure and headed for his car a short distance away, cradling his bruised body. He had waited then and when Martelli left his safehouse the following morning, he had followed him watching from a distance as he entered a back alley garage in a desolate and seedy part of town.

That was two days ago and Stephen was beginning to wonder what could keep someone in one spot for so long. Maybe Martelli had gotten past him through another exit, he suddenly thought.

He started up the engine and headed back to his temporary dwelling to find out about Martelli's current whereabouts. He made a few anonymous phone calls and checked his computer's database but couldn't find a trace of Martelli anywhere.

He decided to go back to the garage. That was the last place he saw Martelli enter and now he seemed to have disappeared. While he was getting frustrated, determination steeled his every fiber. He refilled his coffee thermos and headed out.

The garage had exhibited very little thru traffic during the last three days. Stephen took another sip of coffee noting that the sun had risen, in spite of the dark sunglasses he wore.

He raised the binoculars to his eyes seeing a car approaching in the distance. He caught a glimpse of the passenger from the Lincoln's front view window as it proceeded forward a distance before making a right hand turn into the garage's back alley entrance.

A sudden awareness came over him as he tried desperately to get a better look at the man inside but the Lincoln's tinted side view windows prevented any further observation on his part. There was something familiar in the shock of white hair and weathered forehead, thought Stephen. His pulse quickened and a shot of adrenaline coursed through his body as he exited his car and slowly began walking towards the garage's entrance.

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Nikita stared at the security monitors recognizing Operations car as it entered Section's garage passing under the hidden surveillance camera. She felt sorry for the old guy despite the monster she knew him to be. Birkoff had told her about Stephen's death and she had no desire to be in Operation's way when he returned from his three day hiatus.

An operative by the name of Carol, who Nikita had befriended, pleaded with her for a favor hitting Nikita below the belt with promises of home made chocolate mousse as payment. Nikita had laughed and told her it was a deal wondering who else in Section knew about her weakness for chocolate.

She had told Carol she would cover her security watch since there were no current missions on pad. Nikita figured doing security surveillance in the bowels of Section was definitely out of Operations way. Carol had hugged her in delight thanking her emphatically as she rushed off. Nikita had called after her saying, "Don't forget about the mousse".

Surveillance of Section's outside perimeters was typically a boring detail. Operatives were not even afforded a pleasant surrounding to survey due to the seedy and deserted location of Section's headquarters. Nikita currently sat with her eyes frozen to a monitor as she watched two rats playing tag in the alley. Her body shuddered involuntarily as she momentarily flashed back to her captivity by Red Cell when her attention was drawn to movement on the North security monitor. She leaned forward for a better look.

Someone was poking around the garage entrance but Nikita couldn't readily make them out. The person was covered in dark attire wearing sunglasses and a brimmed hat. Original thought Nikita as she pushed a button on the monitor's keyboard zooming in on the intruder's image. The person came directly into view and Nikita saw that it was a very much alive Stephen Wolfe simply hidden behind sunglasses.

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Oh shit, thought Nikita. What the hell is going on. She immediately shut down the North camera abandoning post and ran at a fast clip to intercept him before he got himself killed for real. Nikita wasn't sure why, but she felt she would be held responsible for this mess. She quickly decided that all the home made chocolate mousse in the world wasn't worth this detail. Just my luck, she said Nikita to herself as she exited from South egress approaching him from behind.

Stephen was temporarily thrown off guard as someone grabbed him by his coat and slammed him into a wall. He immediately went for his gun and found himself disarmed before he could blink. "What are you doing here?", Nikita grinded out forcefully. Stephen blinked saying, "Nikita?". "Stephen you have to leave here now", she said suddenly releasing him. "Why, he responded, because I'm too close to finding out the truth?". "Stephen, please Nikita pleaded, if you leave now, I promise to contact you later". Stephen evaluated her momentarily before finally relenting. He handed her a card with a cell phone number on it and began walking back to his car.

Nikita watched him momentarily before quickly returning to her post. She immediately began doctoring the video feed of the North camera deleting the recording of Stephen before finally reactivating the security camera which immediately began recording the now vacant alley.

Carol sneaked back into position right before the change of guard and thanked her once again for covering. Nikita proceeded to her quarters completely lost in thought about how she could use Stephen's reappearance to her advantage. Whether they knew it or not, she still dreamed of being free of Section.

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Nikita laid low in her quarters until nightfall at which time she quietly exited Section. Michael stood in the shadows of the rafters above and watched her leave. He hadn't seen her all day and wondered what trouble she was into.

Nikita headed for the other side of town and strolled into the booth of a small corner cafe asking the waitress for coffee. She pulled out her cell phone and dialed Stephen's number when the older woman walked away. He immediately answered the phone and Nikita advised him of a discreet location where they could meet to speak later that evening. He agreed and confirmed saying, "Tonight, 1 am", and disconnected.

They met later that evening on the outskirts of town as Nikita had instructed. They left their cars parked on the road's shoulder and walked a short distance when Stephen suddenly turned to her asking, "Why did you spare my life?" Nikita said nothing at first observing him carefully. She finally responded with, "Does it matter?" "It does to me, he continued. Who do you work for?", he pressed on. "Look Stephen, you're treading on very dangerous ground here. I'm trying to help you", she said. "The only help you can give me is in finding my father", he continued. "O.K.", Nikita said suddenly causing Stephen to look directly at her. "You'll help?", he asked suspiciously. "Yes, she said but you have to play by my rules. Deal?".

Now it was Stephen's turn to observe her carefully. He never had been a trusting soul and he believed Nikita knew more than she was letting on. He had his suspicions but no proof. If he could only get another look at him. Nikita waited while Stephen evaluated her credibility. He finally relented saying, "Deal".

************

Nikita entered Section the following morning after receiving her morning wake up call from Michael. She walked past Communications greeting Birkoff in the process and continued on to Munitions where Walter was working diligently on some new gadget.

"Hi, Walter". "Hey, Sugar. What's up?", he responded. "Not much, Nikita said fingering his workman tools which were vicariously spread out on the countertop. Just waiting for the briefing to start", she finished off. Walter stopped what he was doing putting his tools down carefully and looked directly at her. Over time, he had intuitively come to know when she had something on her mind. He also knew she often needed time coming to the point so he waited, giving her his full attention.

Nikita didn't know what to do. She always went to Walter for advice but felt like this one was just a little too risky to talk about. She smiled tentatively at him before coming up with some lame excuse about needing an aspirin from Med Lab and departed. Walter watched her go wondering what kind of trouble she was into now.

She made her way over to Michael's office knowing she'd really need the aspirin after talking with him. She approached the door and hesitantly opened it, peeking inside. He was typing, like always, she thought to herself. His secretarial skills were probably better than anyone's in Section and she knew plenty of female ops who would pay big money to give him dictation.

Michael had sensed Nikita's presence long before she opened his door. He typed a few more sentences finishing up his report before looking up and making eye contact. He noted, while she was looking at him, her mind seemed to be elsewhere. "Yes, Ni-ki-ta?", he said softly. She blinked twice as if coming out of a trance and looked down towards his surveillance pad.

He acknowledged her silent request, pushing a few buttons on the pad and activating the scrambler. "I need to talk to you, she began, but not here. Can we meet somewhere outside Section later?", she continued. Michael looked at her carefully trying to gauge her mental and emotional being. He picked up her apprehension on both accounts and finally responded with, "Meet me near the fountain in Cordova Park at midnight". She gave him a small smile in acknowlegement before quietly turning and taking her leave.

The dye has been cast, she thought to herself as she walked towards the briefing table joining the other operatives. Michael arrived moments later with Operations joining them shortly thereafter. It was a simple enough mission as profiled and the briefing was over quickly with Operations advising them they'd be moving out tomorrow afternoon. Once they had been dismissed, the various operatives filed out clearing the briefing room.

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Nikita arrived at Cordova Park at 11:45 pm and was not surprised to find Michael already there. He watched her as she approached the fountain taking in her beauty. He would go to hell and back to protect her, especially from herself. Nikita joined him and sat on the lip of the fountain contemplating how she should approach the subject. She decided the direct approach would get the words out quickly.

"Stephen Wolfe is alive", she spit out. Michael said nothing but Nikita noticed the subtle change in his eyes confirming that her words had caught him offguard. "Alive", he repeated, his eyes sparkling with interest. "Yes", she continued telling Michael everything that had transpired in the last two days.

Michael sat quietly processing everything that Nikita had told him. He looked at her intensely and asked, "What are you going to do with this information?". Nikita studied him a moment before answering with, "I want out Michael". The comment did not surprise Michael, however, he responded saying, "That is improbable at best".

While Michael spoke words of improbability to Nikita, he internally reflected on his long term plans to the contrary. Plans designed to free them both from the clutches of Section. He mentally began formulating various scenarios incorporating Stephen's reappearance and factoring in the effect it might have on Operations.

Nikita knew Michael would try to deter her but when she saw the machinery of his mind in motion, she suddenly asked, "What do you think we should do with this information?". Michael smiled inwardly. "We", she had said. She had come to him, again, with her confidences and asked what "they" should do.

Her continual trust after all the pain he had caused her awed him. Freeing her from Section while her soul was still intact motivated him for Michael knew if Nikita's internal light no longer shined, he would exist no longer. "We need to think this through, Ni-ki-ta", he finally responded. "I'm going to have to tell Stephen something, she continued, looking at him for guidance.

"Tell him to be patient; that you need a few days to get in contact with some deeply connected associates. That should hold him for awhile". "O.K., she said as she stood up and adjusted her hand bag. I'll tell him". She started to walk away and suddenly stopped to face him again. "Thank you", she said sincerely and turned to go. Michael watched her leave daring to dream of a day when she would no longer have to walk away from him.

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Stephen hadn't been able to stop the whirlwind of thoughts his mind evoked since his meeting with Nikita. He was starting to piece things together and the picture was becoming clearer.

He had told her once that he found her thought process similar to his father's; always one step ahead. He now believed he knew the reason for that fact. Still, he would keep his word and play by her rules. He did not, however, cease his efforts to acquire more information and was researching various government agencies when his cell phone rang.

Stephen listened as Nikita informed him that she needed time to get in contact with some associates who could help them. She asked that he be patient for a few days while she investigated further. He agreed saying he would keep a low profile and wait to hear from her in a few days.

Nikita disconnected feeling a little more in control than she did a couple of days ago. She realized it was the "Michael effect". Once again, he was there for her when she needed him most.

Michael quietly exited his office and nonchalantly observed Operations in his perch above. He seemed to be sufficiently occupied prompting Michael to action. He casually passed by Communications and continued further into Section's belly.

He rode the elevator down to an undocumented area within Section and proceeded down the long corrider, pulling out his cell phone. He attached a small blocking device to the phone ensuring a secure line and dialed out.

The ring was answered by a computer simulated voice stating, "I-DEN-TI-FY". "Delta B-Code 13", Michael responded. The line went silent temporarily as the call was transferred over. "Yes, Michael", a male voice answered. "I have something for you", he replied.

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Operations studied the current mission profile and adjusted a few minor details. He had buried himself in his work since his return trying to keep thoughts of Stephen's demise at bay.

He was about to call down to Comm when his cell phone rang. "Yes", he answered. "Good Day, Paul. I require your assistance on something that's just come up. I'd like to meet with you tomorrow afternoon. I'll be in town and we can talk in Committee".

"Of course, George, Operations responded. How pressing is the matter?", he continued. "We'll speak tomorrow. I'll call down when I arrive", he finished off and abruptly disconnected.

Operations closed his cell phone and tried not to let his frustration get the best of him. Dealing with George was never an easy task and from the moment he suspected Section One's involvement in Adrian's death, it had become increasingly difficult.

He wondered what would cause George to make another personal appearance at Section so soon and quickly dropped his train of thought. Tomorrow afternoon would arrive soon enough, he thought to himself as he called down to Comm to load the minor profile changes.

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"We received word yesterday that Martelli had initiated steps for purchasing nuclear arms for an unknown investor prior to his untimely death. With Martelli out of the picture, the investor is sure to pursue another supplier. We need to locate the third party liaise to identify the investor and take them all out of play". "Priority level?", Operations inquired. "This is a level 8 priority", George replied. He turned to leave concluding with, "Oversight expects a quick turnaround on this one, Paul. Don't disappoint me".

Operations returned to his office cursing George under his breath. He suspected George's daily prayers included a routine plea for him to screw up.

When he checked operative availability, he saw that Michael and his team were still out on a mission. He called down to Birkoff saying, "Get a hold of Turelli. Tell him to get his team together and report to the briefing room in a half hour". "Yes, Sir", Birkoff responded, disconnecting and immediately carrying out Operations orders.

"Sir?". "What is it Birkoff", Operations responded. "They're ready for you". "Good", he replied and descended to the briefing room below.

"Christopher Martelli was a green listed agent prior to his death a week ago, Operations began, clicking on the vid screen which portrayed Martelli's image. We've recently received intel confirming that Martelli had initiated steps for a nuclear arms transaction prior to his demise. There was an unknown third party involved in the meet who represents the actual investor. Our game plan is to locate the liaise who will lead us to the investor. This sale cannot be allowed to take place and with Martelli out of the picture, the investor is sure to locate another supplier to complete the transaction. Turelli, work it up. Your team moves out as soon as the profile is complete".

Turelli made his way over to Systems and immediately began checking databases for intel on Martelli. He pulled up an address on a safehouse Martelli had been at prior to his cancellation.

He began profiling an assault designed to pick up anyone on site associated with Martelli. They would be brought in for interrogation and provide Section with the necessary intel on Martelli's last meeting. Turelli called in his initial profile to Operations who quickly scanned it over for feasibility before stating, "Proceed".

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The team arrived on site and quickly took up their assigned positions. On Turelli's mark, they stormed the safehouse, clearly possessing the element of surprise.

Turelli's operatives swept through the interior of the house capturing several of Martelli's men in the process. "We have containment", one of Turelli's ops reported back to Mobile Comm. "Good, replied Turelli. Bring them in".

Turelli was met by Operations when his team arrived back at van access. "Status?", Operations inquired. "We picked up several players on site. They're being off loaded now", he responded. "Take them to the white room. I'll have Madeline join them shortly", Operations concluded.

Martelli's henchmen were separated and placed in individual interrogation chambers while awaiting their fates. Madeline entered the first chamber and smiled sweetly at her captive. His face remained passive and Madeline's smile broadened. She really did enjoy a good challenge and was determined to learn exactly how much this one knew.

"Good evening, she began, slowly circling around him. You work for a man by the name of Christopher Martelli and we require your assistance in locating him. Will you cooperate?". Martelli's lackey looked directly at her and smiled. Madeline acknowledged the challenge and returned his smile before calmly saying, "Take some time. We'll speak later".

When the chamber door next opened, Fric and Frac walked in carrying their individual attaches and addressed Madeline. "Whatever it takes", she deadpanned as the chamber door shut with finality behind her.

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Madeline graciously visited with the other detainees while Fric and Frac entertained the first captive. She promptly learned that Martelli's men still believed him to be alive, and simply away, conducting business. Upon further probing, a particularly generous detainee informed her that only two of Martelli's personal aides had been present during the meeting in question.

"Thank you", Madeline offered magnanimously and proceeded back to the first chamber where she now knew all the answers lay.

She entered the cell and looked from one torture twin to the other asking, "Is he ready?". "Quite", they responded in unison. "Thank you", Madeline softly returned smiling appreciatively as they exited.

"Shall we proceed", she offered peacefully as her guest lifted his laser blade assaulted eyes to meet her gaze and nodded his compliance.

The interrogation went quite well and Madeline couldn't believe the information she had obtained. She immediately proceeded to Operation's perch maintaining her dignified stride.

"We need to talk", she promptly advised him. "About?", he replied. "Stephen is alive", she deadpanned. "What?", Operations asked incredulously. Madeline filled him in saying, "One of Martelli's personal aides is our guest and he has confirmed that Stephen was the third party involved in the meet".

"Stephen had Martelli stage his death as part of the nuclear arms deal", she continued. "What would Stephen be doing purchasing nuclear arms?", Operations urgently asked. "I don't believe he was", Madeline returned.

"I believe he was using Martelli to rattle a few cages and possibly smoke you out. If he thinks you're alive and still involved with the government, what better way to provoke a reaction than to associate himself with the likes of Martelli and stage his own death".

"And Oversight, Operations continued. The intel on the nuclear arms deal came from George, directly". Madeline remained quiet as her analytical mind quickly tried to make some rhyme or reason to the recent events. "I believe you're being tested", she concluded.

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Operation's thoughts swirled around in his mind as he digested all Madeline's information. It didn't surprise him how far George would go to push him. He would probably do the same if he were in his position. He realized his next steps would have to be handled very carefully.

George was very well connected and someone had, no doubt, calculatingly handed over the intel that Stephen was still alive in exchange for some favor. He was sure it hadn't taken George long to obtain the additional intel regarding the supposed nuclear arms deal once he had that one vital piece of the puzzle.

Operations realized George had purposely put him in a personally tight spot while he casually sat back preparing to enjoy the ride. He realized also that it all went back to Adrian. Still, he would make it work. He had to, he vowed to himself. Stephen had been returned to him and he couldn't face losing him again.

The first priority was finding him. He had successfully used Nikita in the past and believed he could do so again. While he never wanted Stephen to know he was alive, current events dictated he move dangerously close to the contrary. He would have to be brought in for his own safety. Operations realized bringing Stephen in was a double edged sword, however within Section, there were ways to rectify that.

He checked his current missions log noting Michael and his team were currently on their way back to Section. The mission had not gone exactly as planned, however, Michael had ensured that closure was obtained nevertheless.

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Nikita closed the door to her apartment and let out a loud sigh. The mission she and Michael had been on was suppose to be cut and dry. The target, however, had other plans turning it into a mission from Hell. They had lost half the team and barely taken the target alive. All she wanted now was a hot bath and her bed.

She gathered herself and slowly proceeded to the bathroom thinking, first things first. She drew a hot bath and quickly undressed, anticipation coming over her. She settled her tired body into the soothing water and slowly drifted off.

Nikita was startled awake by the ringing of her cell phone consequently splashing water everywhere. She cursed under her breath as she rose from the bath and headed for her bedroom. She visualized her hands wrapped tightly around the neck of whoever it was calling her at this hour and snatched up the cell. "Yes?", she answered adamantly.

"Nikita?", Operations queried. "Yes", she repeated. "Are you alone?", he asked. "Yes", she again replied. "Good", he stated and disconnected. Nikita stared at the phone in her hand momentarily before suddenly realizing, she needed to get dressed.

She quickly located her black sweats and proceeded to dress when she heard the knock at her front door. A strange feeling of deja vu suddenly came over her as she finished dressing and headed downstairs to answer the door.

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Nikita activated the security monitor confirming that it was, indeed, the Head of Section One once again, standing at her front door. She glanced backwards, quickly scanning the room's interior before unlocking and opening the door. Operations stepped inside, casually looking around as she quietly closed the door behind him.

"Something has come up", he began, turning around to address her face to face. "I take it that "something" couldn't hold a few more hours", Nikita stated defiantly. Operations' mouth quirked to one side as he observed her. She had come a long way. However, as he had told Michael so long ago, she still lacked discipline, especially in the company of her superiors.

Still, he found himself in need of her confidences, once again. "I need you to bring someone in, Operations stated. You're to tell no one", he concluded. "Who?", Nikita queried. "Stephen", Operations deadpanned. "S-Stephen", she stammered, her eyes widening uncontrollably. Her heart picked up its beat, thinking he must be on to her. "Sir, Nikita began, your son is dead".

"No", Operations responded. He continued saying the news of Stephen's demise was grossly exaggerated. However, he was tied to some pretty heavy anti-government dealings and needed to be brought in for his own protection. "How do you know this?", Nikita pressed. "Does it matter?", he responded. "To me!", she replied, thinking she would kill Michael if he had betrayed her again.

She continued saying, "With all due respect, Sir, I'd like to know where the intel came from before I go chasing a ghost". Operations studied her intently, finally responding with, "The intel came indirectly from Oversight". Nikita observed him quietly as she digested his answer. Suddenly, the the gravity of his situation hit her.

He was in a tight spot personally and while her humanity told her not to take advantage, her Section instinct and training told her otherwise. "What's in it for me?", she asked, smiling sweetly. Operations chuckled and smiled tightly, causing his eyes to become slits.

"It seems we've crossed this road before, Nikita". "And I seem to recall receiving the short end of the stick", she replied. "You know the rules, Nikita. Ask me for anything; anything except your freedom", he flatly stated.

Nikita said nothing, at first. She quietly observed him, weighing her options. "Alright, she finally stated. But I get to call in my favor when I want it. Deal?", she concluded. Operations looked at her momentarily. She was definitely Section, he thought to himself. "Agreed", he finally replied.

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Operations decided he would give George exactly what he asked for. He could think of a few connections who would be willing to sacrifice a player or two for a favor down the line thus providing him with the fall guys to assume the identities of the investor and liaise.

He had found no evidence that an investor interested in purchasing nuclear arms currently existed and he was sure George was aware of the same. Section, however, had no choice but to follow George's orders imminently exposing the fact that Stephen, connected through Martelli, was still alive and searching for him under that guise.

The connection had to be severed. Section policy dictated elimination. He would not allow it. He would provide the scenario George's intel had laid out and follow through by taking out the supposed investor and liaise. George would have no choice but to accept closure on his "Level 8" priority mission.

He made a few phone calls proposing a business offer to some of his colleagues and was soon provided with the necessary collateral to obtain closure for the Martelli mission. Everything was falling into place. Nikita was carrying out her instructions and once she located Stephen, she would bring him in. He would be safe then, he rationalized, and he planned on keeping him that way permanently.

Operations called for a mission briefing, methodically instructing the operatives in detail. They were taking down a potential nuclear arms buyer and the operational facility which stationed his people. "Everyone is expendable, he continued. I want total containment on this one people". He concluded the briefing but not before reassigning team members, to everyone's surprise. He teamed Turelli with Michael confirming that Nikita would not be going out with them.

As the various teams exited the briefing room, Michael quietly requested a moment with Operations and inquired as to Nikita's absence on the current mission. Operations studied him momentarily before stating that Nikita was away on special assignment; that her presence was needed elsewhere. Michael nodded politely accepting his response and left to prepare for the current mission. He had a pretty good idea what Nikita's special assignment was. He smiled inwardly as he also knew it fell right into place with his plans.

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Nikita waited patiently for Stephen to arrive. She had contacted him earlier baiting him with information regarding his father. He had readily agreed to meet her, anxious to hear what she had to say. What a tangled web we weave, she mentally recited to herself as she continued to wait. All the clandestine meetings after dark, all the lies and betrayals she herself had invoked, suddenly brought the saying to mind.

When first we practice to deceive. Section had brought new meaning to that phrase, she realized. Practicing to deceive had been raised to an art form within their walls. Stop it she thought, mentally chastising herself for losing focus.

She completely understood Operation's need to protect his son. She had experienced the same need when she recently found her mother had been searching for her. She recognized even Operations was slave to certain Section policy. Policies he himself had probably put in place, all for the greater good.

She checked her watch and saw that it was just after 2:00 a.m. when Stephen's car pulled up. He approached her eagerly, making eye contact as she sat in her car. "Get in", she ordered. Stephen complied sliding in on the passenger's side and giving her his full attention. "What's up?", he asked. "I've arranged a meeting with some people who can help us", she stated, suddenly shifting her eyes past him to look out the passenger window.

"When?", he queried allowing his eyes to follow her gaze. "Soon", she replied pricking him in the neck with a small hypodermic needle while his attention was diverted. He lost consciousness almost immediately allowing Nikita time to push his car off the main road and into the bushes below. That accomplished, she returned to her vehicle where he laid sedated and headed off.

It was almost dawn when Nikita entered Section escorting a hooded, half drugged Stephen who carelessly stumbled down the corridor under her support. Normal Section activity was minimal at this hour and she had no problem casually escorting him to Medical, just as Operations had instructed.

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"Michael, report", Operations barked from tactical support. "We have secured the facility. The target and all acceptable collateral have been eliminated", he responded. "Salvage any records from their database and lock it down, Operations ordered.

Michael stripped the computer's hard drive while Turelli and Unit 2 strategically planted charges throughout the compound. "Start sequencing and evacuate", Michael instructed the teams through his Comm link.

All units rejoined back at Mobile Comm for departure as the deafening sound of the explosives reverberated menacingly throughout the surrounding area. "Go", Michael instructed.

Operations reviewed the mission tapes satisfying himself that the take down of the bogus nuclear arms buyer appeared credible. Stale information outlining past nuclear arms purchases had been planted on the computer's hard drive along with the names of a few current suppliers. Identities of the investor and liaise had been confirmed before containment of the compound. George would have no option but to accept closure now.

He called down to Medical and paged Dr. Kehler. "Is it done?", Operations inquired. "Yes", the doctor replied. "When can you start Phase II of the procedure", Operations continued. The bandages come off in 4 to 5 days and we should be able to proceed at that point." Kehler responded. "Keep me posted", Operations returned.

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Stephen woke up to complete darkness and immediately panicked. His hands shot to his eyes only to encounter bandages and a dull ache. "Where am I?", he called out frantically, trying to remove the surgical bandages that skillfully covered his face.

"Leave it alone, son", a voice sounded from somewhere within the room. Stephen froze and suddenly went silent as he tried to locate the direction of the voice. "Who's there?", he asked urgently.

Operations sat in the far corner of the room and watched him. So many years had passed since he last saw him. He had turned into quite a man. Determined. It was a quality Operations was proud of. He wanted to embrace him and recount the years. To reassure him. However, he remained firmly rooted to his seat.

"Who's there?", Stephen repeated as he again started to manipulate his bandages. "If you don't stop, you'll have to be restrained", Operations warned him. "Dad?", Stephen questioned, his mind momentarily racing back to a sunny summer day more than 20 years ago.

He had been arguing the point with his father that he hadn't meant to scare his mom with the dead field mouse, barely able to contain his laughter, however, at the resulting effect. He had found her evasive gymnastics very entertaining.

"If you don't stop Stephen, you'll have to be punished", was his father's concluding words. That was many years ago, yet the familiarity of the words struck a chord within him. "Your father died many years ago", Operations replied.

Stephen's shoulders visibly slumped as he asked, "Who are you?". "A friend of your father's. We served together", he responded. "What's going on?", Stephen asked wearily. "What have you done to my face!?".

"I made a promise to your father before he died, son, and I intend on keeping it. You have to trust me", he concluded. "From where I'm sitting, Stephen returned, I don't have much of a choice".

Operations smiled. "Get some rest, he stated. The bandages come off in two days". He slowly exited the room momentarily turning back to look upon his son, one last time.

************

Nikita stuck her head in Michael's office door and found him typing on his computer. Surprise, surprise, she told herself as she waited for him to finish typing his sentence. "Good morning", Michael greeted. She smiled politely in return saying she required his assistance in filtering through some post mission intel.

"I should be finished here in 20 minutes", he responded as his eyes intently took her in. "Thanks, I'll be in Systems", she called out and walked away. Michael watched her through the blinds as she glided down the corridor on her way to Systems. He knew she wanted to update him although he was already aware. He knew George would try to use the intel he had given him against Operations and he had calculated Operations' moves long before he had handed the intel over to George.

The seed had been planted and taken bloom rapidly. He had checked his resources before going out on the last mission and found Stephen Wolfe's name tied to Christopher Martelli and the alleged arms deal. He realized that Operations was having the mission staged to achieve closure on Oversight's behalf.

Stephen was safe, no doubt, and out of harms way somewhere, thought Michael. He also realized Nikita probably knew exactly where out of harms way was. He finished typing up his report, hit the send key and logged off before heading to Systems.

She was leafing through old mission intel when he arrived and pulled a chair up along side her. "What's going on?", he questioned. "We lost our bargaining chip", she quietly responded. He looked at her momentarily before quietly saying, "Let's meet later to discuss it". "My apartment", she hesitantly offered. The corner of Michael's mouth lifted slightly as he readily responded with, "Why not".

Nikita smiled knowingly as he got up. She turned her head nonchalantly and enjoyed the view he presented as he walked away from her. She was starting to think of some delicious ways to call in the favor Operations owed her. She and Michael were long over due for vacation as far as she was concerned.

************

Nikita arrived back at her apartment and immediately began preparing. Even though Michael was coming over on business, she didn't think he would mind mixing business with a little pleasure. She had turned on her stereo, pumping up the volume and was busy chopping and mixing ingredients to the beat.

She turned down the heat on the stove burners leaving the food to simmer and proceeded upstairs to shower and dress. She still couldn't believe he had readily agreed to come over. It told her his healing process was coming along nicely although she knew he still had a way to go. She decided she would not push him emotionally tonight as she squeezed scented shampoo into her palm and vigorously began scrubbing her head.

Michael heard her music long before he arrived at Nikita's front door. He smiled to himself knowing her musical taste reflected the liveliness of her spirit. He knocked on her door but received no answer. "Nikita it's me", he called out, again tapping on the door. He leaned forward noting, something was burning.

Michael searched his pockets finally pulling out a small metal file from his shirt pocket. He inserted the file into the lock and skillfully manipulated the cylinder until the door opened. He closed it behind him and immediately proceeded to the stove.

He noted she was preparing dinner but her marinara sauce had boiled down to a brownish paste and was beyond help. He turned off the burners on both pots also noting the spagetti strands were swollen. A definite sign that they were overcooked.

He tossed the contents of both pots out and placed them in the sink. He took off his jacket placing it aside and began searching her cupboards for clean pots. Michael began re-preparing the meal placing uncooked spagetti into the boiling water and cutting onions for the marinara sauce.

Once he had the sauce simmering, he washed the pots from the previous meal and began setting the table. He had no idea they would be sharing a meal together but found himself pleased.

************

Nikita tucked her blouse into her skirt and leaned down to slip on her pumps. After she blow dryed her hair, she would be ready, she told herself. She plugged in the blower and began drying her hair when she suddenly remembered her meal. "Damn", she yelled hurrying down the stairs prepared to encounter the worse.

What she encountered surprised her to no end as she stared appreciatively at Michael's rear end which she had come to know intimately. She noted he was tending to her marinara sauce and had set the table, as well.

"Well hello there", she called out, walking over to the stereo system and turning down the volume. Michael turned around to greet her and looked her over appreciatively. "I hope you don't mind", he said gesturing to the stove.

"Of course not, she replied. I'm glad actually. I thought I had burned it". "How did you get in?", she continued. He glanced at her in answer to her question. She left it alone realizing Michael could probably get into Fort Knox if he wanted.

"Thanks for setting the table", she said as she grabbed a bottle of red wine from the rack and proceeded to remove the cork. "Here, let me", Michael offered stepping close to her and reaching for the bottle in her hands. He held her gaze as well as the wine in her hands a little longer than necessary causing Nikita to swallow visibly before retreating with, "I'll get the glasses".

Michael smiled slyly when she turned her back to him, enjoying himself immensely. Even though they chose to ignore it, electricity still crackled intensely between them. He knew, however, she would make no move towards him. He would have to be the aggressor when the time was right.

He poured the wine while Nikita served the food and soon they began enjoying their meal. After a few bites, Nikita praised herself saying, "This is delicious, I believe I've out done myself". Michael took another mouthful which effectively stopping him from smiling. When his control returned he agreed with her completely.

************

Michael and Nikita finished off their meal and teamed up to clean the kitchen. When everything was dried and put away, they retreated to the sofa carrying what was left of the red wine. "Operations found out that Stephen was alive indirectly from Oversight", she began. "How do you know", Michael asked, innocently. "He asked me to bring Stephen in", she stated looking him directly in the eye. "In", Michael repeated. "Yes, Nikita responded. I delivered him to Medical as Operations instructions, three days ago".

"What did Operations tell you", he pressed. "Not to tell anyone and Oh, of course, that I could not have my freedom in exchange for my help. I agreed, but told him I get to call in a favor when I want it".

"What would you ask for", Michael queried. He needed to know if her request would counteract with his plans for their future together, if Operations decided to honor her deal at all. He doubted he would. "Don't know, she replied. I figure I'll know when the time comes".

She took another sip of wine and leaned back into the sofa, her mind suddenly a million miles away. Michael observed her and wondered where she was at that moment. He leaned into her and gently kissed her lips stirring her from her reverie. "I should go", he said rising from the sofa and reaching for his jacket.

"Thank you", he quietly stated as she joined him by the front door. She smiled tenderly at him saying, "Good Night Michael". He reached out and gently pulled her into his embrace. "Good night, Ni-ki-ta", he tenderly whispered in her ear.

When he was gone, Nikita allowed herself to exhale. His sensuality was amazing. She headed upstairs deciding a cold shower would do her good before retiring for the night. There was no doubt in her mind that tonight, in her dreams, he would come to her.

************

"Put me through to Operations, Birkoff". "O.K., Dr. Kehler, It's going through now". "Yes", Operations answered. "The bandages come off today, Sir. However, we won't have time to determine his emotional or mental condition to the change if we proceed with Phase II immediately. Physically, he's ready. How shall I proceed?", Kehler concluded.

Operations was momentarily silent on the line. "Sir?", Dr. Kehler prompted. "Proceed with the memory modification", he ordered before quietly disconnecting. He slumped down tiredly in his chair, reminding himself that it was all for Stephen's permanent safety.

Stephen was escorted from his room to a nearby processing chamber by a female Med Lab technician. "Where are we going?", he asked nervously. "Your bandages need to come off", she honestly replied. "What have they done to my face?, he pressed.

She remained silent as she led him into the processing chamber and directed him to the metal chair within. When the chamber door next opened, Dr. Kehler walked in and promptly dismissed her, saying he would call if he required her assistance.

"Good morning, Dr. Kehler greeted. I'm going to remove your bandages today". Stephen said nothing, although he recognized the voice to be that of the doctor who regularly monitored him during his imprisonment.

Kehler circled behind him engaging the chair's wrist restraints causing Stephen to yell out. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" "Relax. The restraints are for your own safety. Now please sit back so we can get started", he concluded.

Kehler wheeled the tray holding his surgical instruments over and began slowly cutting away the bandages from Stephen's face. The processing chamber was structured for memory modification with the necessary reprogramming goggles conveniently attached to the chair.

As he cut away the remaining gauze and removed the bandages, Stephen leaned forward looking around frantically for something to observe his reflection. Dr. Kehler reached up grabbing the extended metal arm of the chair which equipped the goggles and proceeded to position them over Stephen's eyes for reprogramming.

As the metal arm lowered, Stephen managed to catch a glimpse of his reflection in the steel casing before his eyes were covered with the mechanical lens. He began to hyperventilate not recognizing any of the features reflected back at him.

"WHAT HAVE YOU DONE!", he screamed as the memory modification process was initiated. Stephen suddenly went rigid as the modification process proceeded, all his worries and fears temporarily silenced.

************

Two weeks had passed since Stephen's release. Operations had set him up with a new identity, having removed all his old memories. He remembered nothing of what had transpired during his month stay. Least of all that he ever had a father who served in Viet Nam and to date was listed as MIA. He was an ordinary businessman in a small mid Western town with no recollection of the past life he had so recently lived.

Operations stared out of the glass pane window overlooking Section's main corridor lost in retrospective thought. He had reported back to George informing him of achieving closure on the Martelli mission. George had asked for the mission tapes as well as the data retrieved from the facility's computer saying he believed Oversight would be interested in reviewing how Section operatives performed on a Level 8 priority mission.

Operations had readily agreed saying he would have Birkoff download the data directly to his mainframe. George had left him with parting words saying, "Well done Paul. It's amazing what one can do when properly motivated".

"Sir?". "Yes, Birkoff", Operations responded snapping out of his reverie. "They're ready for you". "I'm on my way", Operations replied putting on his jacket and heading downstairs. He began the briefing updating the team on the current mission on pad. He continued saying they would pick up their individuals PDAs from Birkoff before departure. Operations concluded the briefing saying, "All teams report to Turelli. You move out tomorrow morning".

Nikita's cell phone rang, waking her from a restful sleep. "No, no, no", she moaned wondering why Section was calling her when she was scheduled for two days of down time. She groped for the phone and flipped it open answering with a raspy, "Yes?".

"Good morning, Ni-ki-ta", Michael greeted. She immediately sat up noting he hadn't addressed her by her code name. "Good morning Michael, she returned. What's up?". "I wanted to know if we could spend the day together. That is, if you haven't already made plans for your down time", he finished.

"No, I haven't made plans yet, she answered. Spending the day together sounds like a good idea". "Fine, he stated. Pick you up in an hour?". "An hour it is", she replied smiling with delight as she closed the cell.

************ As they drove along the highway towards the lakes, Michael couldn't help occasionally observing her. "What?", Nikita finally asked catching him staring at her again. "I was just wondering if you've thought about your request to Operations?", he innocently asked.

"Oh no you don't, she warned him. I have to keep some secrets for myself, Michael". He smiled and nodded in understanding. A week ago, his internal resources had informed him that the patient brought in five weeks earlier had undergone plastic surgery and was later released to a unconfirmed site.

George had contacted him a few days later saying the intel he had provided had been very instrumental. He had concluded saying he planned on discussing Michael's effectiveness with Intelligence One. "Thank you", Michael had modestly responded while mentally celebrating, as entry into Intelligence One was his ultimate goal.

While operatives were still owned by that Agency, the freedom to pursue personal relationships with other operatives was allowed. As long as your mission objectives were maintained, you were basically left alone.

The organization operated in a completely different environment than Section One. The constant mental manipulations that had become Madeline's favorite past time held no place in Intelligence One. Michael knew once he crossed over, he would be able to bring Nikita on board as well.

He continued driving down the highway frequently thinking about that day. The day that they would finally be together. Nikita looked at him noting his silence and innocently asked, "What are you thinking about, Michael?". His response was only one word but it took her by complete surprise. "Us", he whispered.

Operations and Madeline sat enjoying their breakfast of croissants, orange juice and coffee casually going over various mission updates. He looked at her momentarily saying, "I should thank you". "For what?", she replied. "For allowing me to put my mind at ease", he returned.

She smiled in acknowledgement and casually picked up from where they left off. "What do you want to do about the situation in China", she quietly asked, gracefully taking another sip of her coffee as she waited for his response.

The corridor on Level Two was deserted as the sound of footsteps reverberated quickly down the hall. He looked around nervously before pulling out the cellphone and dialing out. The ring was answered by a computer simulated voice stating, "I-DEN-TI-FY". "Delta B-Code 27", he responded waiting temporarily as the line was transferred over.

"Yes", George answered. "I have something for you", Dr. Kehler replied.

THE END

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