Two Kinds of Men 2 Me



Part 1: April

"Would you mind leaving my leg alone?" Nikita whispers smiling down at Michael, then looks out the window again.
"Yes," he says, sitting on the floor at her feet, and continues to stroke her leg. She grins, slaps his hand away as she watches a quiet neighborhood being quiet. He grabs her hand, sucks her finger. She laughs.
A house, the house she's watching, explodes.
Nikita smiles, "Honey, I'm home."
Michael stands up, "Let's go."

Nikita's head snaps down and right landing her gaze on Michael, who is watching her while seated, a distance below her, on the floor of a warehouse. Nikita tilts her head, ponders him while squatting on a stack of wooden crate boxes seven feet above him. "Michael," he remains silent, watching her, "Do you remember Pompeii?"
Michael's lips twitch, his eyes soften. Nikita smiles.
"They are making their move. Nikita, Michael, take position," Birkoff commands.
Nikita stands on the boxes, raises her weapon, and tracks a jeep outside the building with the barrel of her rifle. Michael stands by. He sees that the lower box is giving out under Nikita, but before he can say anything, she fires. "Wh..." Nikita exclaims as she tries to gain a foothold, and instead begins to fall.
Michael watches as, for a moment, Nikita's arms seem caught in the window at her elbows, kicking her weapon back into her face. Her arms become free, stretched over her head as her body falls to a slightly reclined position through the air. Nikita lands, shattering more of the boxes with her body weight, and her weapon lands on top of her. "Michael, report. You have hostiles closing in," Birkoff asks.
"The boxes gave under Nikita. She's fallen. She got the shot off--" Michael says rapidly, then reaches Nikita's side. He removes her weapon from her chest, his hands rapidly check her over, while his eyes just as rapidly scan her. She's bleeding from cuts and scratches on her arms, hands, left cheek, and her forehead. She looks dazed. She blinks a couple times, looks at Michael, then blinks again and shakes her head a little, as if to clear it. "Team two, close in on team one. Team three prepare for egress. Michael, get you both out of there," Birkoff demands. "Uhhh," Nikita groans,sends her hands out for balance trying to get up.
Michael grabs her hands, helps her to her feet.
Nikita winces, grits her teeth, and automatically shifts her weight. He pulls her right arm over his shoulders, steadies her. With a smile of thanks, Nikita takes her weapon from him, and stands up on her own as she doesn't want to slow things down. Michael doesn't notice she is favoring her right leg a little.
Gunfire outside seems to be everywhere, yet scattered. Some of the gunfire is right outside their building, telling Michael that team one is in position outside the warehouse door. "Let's go," Nikita says through gritted teeth.
Michael then Nikita head out the door, join team two. The gunfire has slowed. On their way out, they go by the jeep and the passenger she aimed for is dead. Michael notices her lagging a bit, "What is it?"
Ignoring him, Nikita picks off another soldier aiming for Michael. Michael refocuses on the mission, notices that they are finished. Looking at Nikita, Michael notices her teeth are clenched; her face is pale.
The van pulls up before them, and Michael hands Nikita up to two medical officers.
Michael's face hardens when, in a glance, he sees Nikita is hampered by a piece of wood embedded in her leg, below her right buttock; her torn pants are soaked with her blood. He climbs in after her, taking in her torn black tank top and the numerous splinters, gashes, cuts, scrapes, and scratches marring the skin on her back. Michael strokes her shoulder gently. Nikita passes out.
The two officers that are carrying Nikita try to sit her down.
"Don't do that," Michael's quiet voice directs. The two officer's stop, look at him blankly.
"Lay her down on her stomach," Michael orders as the van begins moving.

After mere moments, bullets knock on the exterior of the van. The the van jerks to the left, screeches to a halt. Michael, standing, flies into the cabinets behind him. Dazed for a moment, he watches as Nikita slips from the bench to the floor to join Michael in a heap. In the confusion, the door is torn open, and the medics are shot by the first man in. One medic falls to the bench Nikita had just vacated, while the other falls atop Nikita who tries to defend against his fall, but isn't quick enough and is buried under him; the weapon she was pulling caught under him. Michael's shot in the arm, the weapon in his hand falls. Michael is hauled up, shoved out the door into hands there to receive him. Nikita glares, trapped on her spot on the floor. Her face is a blend of fury and agony.
The man strides over to her, drags the medic off her. She too, is jerked up. Nikita bites her lip hard, refusing to cry out. She spits in his face on her way past him, her saliva mixed with her blood. Shots are fired, and Nikita is glad no one can see her concerned face before she composes it. Dreading what she will find outside, she is shoved out. "This one is bleeding," the man behind Nikita says. She glares in turn at the four men before her. "He said bring them both, we bring them both," the man before Michael says.
Nikita's blue glaring eyes, and Michael's inexpressive green eyes are blind-folded. They are then roughly escorted to a vehicle, and, Michael first, shoved in the back. Nikita is unable to contain her scream of pain, and unintentionally rolls to her good side into Michael's lap. The men quickly slip in front of them a good distance away. The vehicle begins to move.
Nikita is unable to move, trying to catch her breath. She feels Michael's hands under her, crushed into his lap due to her landing . He subtly strokes her hand with his fingers. "You bastards are gonna die," Nikita informs them through her teeth. She agonizingly pushes herself into a semi-sitting position to accommodate her wound. For her trouble, the butt of a weapon is slammed into the left side of her face sending her reeling into Michael's lap again. The two men chuckle a little, say nothing more.
Nikita, clearly dazed, feels Michael's fingers seize her pinky and stays where she is.
The car slows, makes a sharp turn, stops. They hear a window go down, then after a few moments it goes up and they are moving forward again. Up a long hill, then around another turn, a drive-around driveway. The car stops. The door opens. The two men get out. The man that struck her, roughly helps Nikita out of the car. She fights him, trying to protect her injury. When she is out, she lands hard on his foot that she can see under the blindfold that has slipped up a bit during her struggle. Two shots are fired, and the hand of one of the men lands on the ground at her feet. Both Nikita and Michael cease all movement, with Michael at Nikita's back. They hear a baritone laugh.
"Damn that felt good. Bring them in, you hurt her more, you will end up like them," the new man said, "and take off their blindfolds. I have a great house, so show it off." A door closed. Their blindfolds were removed immediately to expose a truly magnificent home that was full of light from the many windows. Two men then flanked her, and in seconds, her weight was supported on their shoulders. She is taken down a hall, away from Michael. The two share a look. "What do you think of my home?" the man, now behind him, asks Michael. Smiling, Michael turns around looking around him as he does so, smiles. Before he can say a thing, the man is talking. "I didn't like those two men anyway. No real loss they are gone. I do hope that there won't be too many more I have to shoot though." The man smiles at Michael, "Costly."

"Vincent, why don't you have any furniture in all your rooms?" Nikita asks while looking out a window, her hip against the window sill, her left arm resting on a pretty white cane. Their host chuckles from his leather recliner, "I furnish the rooms I like to populate," he says simply. Nikita nods, looks at Michael who is looking over Vincent's fully loaded bookshelf with his hands clasped behind his back. "You must be sick of us, we've been here a week," Nikita says, turning around to face Vincent, smiling radiantly. Vincent laughs, "Who could be sick of you Nikita? And Michael and I have many things in common. You may stay as long as you need to." "And Section?" Michael asks, looking up from the book he is leafing through.
Vincent looks at Nikita, "Section knows you are here. They know your situation."
Nikita smiles, looks from Michael to Vincent, then turns to the window.
Vincent rises, walks to the door, "I will leave you two. Dinner," he turns, smiling, with his hand on the doorknob, "will be at six tonight due to a meeting I have; and as usual, feel free to roam where you like." "Thank you Vincent," Nikita returns his smile. Vincent nods, leaves the room.

* * *
"What do we have on Nikita and Michael's return?" Operations asks Birkoff.
"They'll be back when Nikita's leg is no longer an issue."
"Should cancel her and bring Michael back." Operations leaves Birkoff's station.
Birkoff, shocked, watches him go while wondering if he is serious. Then he has an idea; his hands fly over the computer controls.
* * *
Vincent enters the dining room in a rush, "I am sorry I'm late. Birkoff sent me a warning concerning you, Nikita. Seems Ops thinks you are a serious liability." Nikita's eyes harden, she looks to Michael who continues to watch Vincent.
"You should eat, then leave. I have a safe house--"
"I have a place we can go," Michael cuts in.
Vincent looks to Michael, they seem to measure each other, then Vincent nods and sits down at the table. "Let us eat, we'll think about the other after our meal. Brikoff said Operations hadn't decided yet what to do. I'm sure he'll kick the idea around with Madeline for awhile." Nikita smiles, watching Vincent.
"You, Nikita, are wondering how I know so much about Section."
Nikita smiles her charming, slightly embarrassed smile at being caught, nods.
"Let us just say, I once worked there myself, and leave it at that?" Vincent requests.
"Sure," Nikita says with a small shrug, making Vincent smile.

* * *
"So, tell me again why we have to get eaten alive by mosquito's," Nikita said as Michael held another branch from her face to avoid it smacking her. "Operations has no idea of this place."
Nikita stops, looks around. Woods. They'd been in woods before.
"But we've been here before, to your house. They have been there before," Nikita scowls at her arm getting yet another mosquito bite before she could crush the thief. "Not to this one."
Nikita sighs, "I know it's none of my business, but how many houses do you have?"
Michael, with his back to her, smiles, "Not too many. I sell the ones they find and buy new ones."
Michael hears a noise from Nikita and turns around.
She fell into a hole. A new hole, he was positive as it hadn't been there before.
Nikita, not so silently cursing, looks up at him hugging her injured arm across her chest to further protect it. Nothing moves. Michael holds up his fingers to warn Nikita to stop trying to stand up.
A noise behind him causes him to jump over the hole, roll onto a knee and watch as two squirrels race up a tree trunk. He points his weapon down, focuses on Nikita, watching her. "What do you see?"
"Not a whole lot. Want to get me out of here?"
"Not until you find what it is you are supposed to find."
Looking around casually Nikita finds part of a burlap bag embedded in the wall. She yanks it out and is thrown into the opposite wall from the minor charge that was guarding it. Clenching her teeth as she shakes her head a bit, she looks up at Michael who's calmly standing there. Reaction is a good thing- and his were nil so far. Sometimes she wished something would happen to him and give her some down time.
"This is a recording," a voice from the bag in her hand said. Nikita pulled the device out of the bag.
"You are to be in Brussels at this time tomorrow morning," she turned so Michael could see it from where he stood. "All you will need is in the bag in your hand. Now get out of here. I'm done being nice."
"10"
Nikita dropped the device and tossed the bag up to Michael.
"9"
Nikita moved as far back as she could in the limited space of the hole.
"8"
Nikita runs at the side of the hole,
"7"
digs her toes into the dirt as she runs up it,
"6"
reaches up,
"5"
grabs ahold of Michael's hand,
"4"
his hand securely fastens around her wrist,
"3"
he pulls her up
"2"
Their legs and arms pump as both Michael and Nikita strain to get as far from the hole as possible, and an explosion launches dirt and other debree into the air 25 feet behind them. They don't stop.

Part 2: Claudia

…after running a few more yards they found a small hut where Michael stashes a bike for emergencies. "Very thoughtful of you, Michael."
He shrugs and smiles one of those rare smiles that makes her knees turn into jelly.
They jump up and start to ride a few more miles, and Michael takes a left turn a couple of minutes later. They arrive to a clearing in the woods and there it is a beautiful cottage much like the one in Belgium. N: "It's gorgeous here Michael, how do you manage to find this places?"
"Lift that rock," says Michael. A small keypad appears. "741978," says Micheal.
Nikita types the sequence and the door unlocks. Nikita is astonished, but then again this is typical Michael behavior. Once inside there is a small and tastefully decorated living room. Michael approaches the bookcase, removes a book, and the whole bookcase moves opening a secret passage to a small room. Michael goes in. There is a laptop computer and a whole bunch of Walter's gizmos; for once Nikita is speechless. M: "I'll check with Birkoff." Nikita takes a seat beside him. Michael logs in an encrypted channel he arranged with Birkoff. "Any news?" B: "Not now, head honcho is right here, tonight 1100 hours."
M: "Ok."
Michael turns around and says, "Ok, Nikita. Let's get you cleaned up. I'll look for the first aid kit." Nikita moves forwards and gives him a small kiss, "Ok."

PART 3: Cyn

The kiss was interrupted with gun shots outside.
M: Nikita, take cover, we're under attack!
N: Michael, what the hell is going on? No one was suppose to know about this place, why are they here, what do they want? How did they know?? Michael is armed, ready for battle.
Nikita can barely move, she knows her life depends on it.
N: I don't know if we can get out of this Michael.
N: Maybe its not a coincidence, Section knows everything, perhaps they know about this place also, what if they tagged us Michael? I cant trust anyone, anymore!
M: We don't have time, help me lift that board on the floor, there's a tunnel, we''ll find a way. Nikita's vision blurs, she's off balance, ringing in her ears, she drops to the floor...............

Part 4: April

Michael picks Nikita up, moves a latch with his foot, and a section of the floor slides open. He's down two steps when he rubs a button with his elbow and the section slides soundlessly back in place just as the heavy-duty front door gives. A light lights up the tunnel as he continues to walk. He can hear nothing of what is going on upstairs. Instead, Michael focuses on the tunnel and the room along it that he wants to get Nikita to. He hadn't heard a sound from her and it worried him. She'd been shot, but he had no idea where at the moment. The room was approaching; he hefted Nikita so her head rested on his left shoulder as he keyed in his code. As he entered the lights went on full, and Michael took Nikita back into both his arms...
PART 5: CLAUDIA
And Michael took Nikita back into both his arms and laid her down gently on the bed, he checked her looking for her injury. It was in her right calf, but was bleeding profusely that's why she is unconscious. He looks for the medical supplies to clean up the wound, thank God the bullet went through without damaging anything vital. Nikita begins to wake up, "Michael? What happened?"
M: "You were shot; you are gonna be fine. We can stay here for a while we have the supplies we need, food and water"
N: "Can we contact Birkoff?"
M: "No, not for a while"

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PART 6: Cyn

N: How much longer to call Birkoff? We're running out of time, sooner or later, Vincent will have us, or Section, one or the other, you know it, I know it.
M: Be patient.
N: We don't have time to be patient Michael, I'm in alot
of pain, your arm is shot, we've got limited supplies, we need help, all we can get.

OP: Birkoff, have Michael and Nikita made contact?
B: No, Sir, haven't seen any signals.
OP: You contact me the minute you hear from them!

Madeline enters the room, notices that Operations is tense.

M: Paul, I've received an Alarm Frequency from someone on-site of the mission Michael and Nikita were on. I can get an exact location via satellite. I'll have Birkoff run it. We can't afford to have this mission compromised; Michael and Nikita have no idea whats ahead of them if we don't attempt a rescue. Vincent is dealing with deadly bio-chemicals, we need to get them extracted. Lab ran Absorption Test, what we found can change the face of the Earth.

OP: Birkoff, get up here, we need you to access sensitive data, we're on an Accelerated Clock.
B:On my way Sir.

Part 7: April

Birkoff was sitting at his terminal when he finally got contacted by Michael.
A41CT2: Is this channel Alpha secure?
Birkoff looked around casually to see who was around him, then proceeded.
S1: Yes. You are condition blue, area is contained. You are not arbitrary, but you must come in before you are compromised. A41CT2: We have attained E&A; We are almost at drop out. Mandatory...
Birkoff's eyes became fully alert, his body jerked minutely. Birkoff spoke into his headset, "We need a thorough check and scan of the area, Team One. I show no hostiles, confirm." Birkoff pushed a button that would alert Ops and Madeline that contact with Michael was confirmed. "Team One, confirm."
A few moments later, Madeline and Operations flanked him, watching what was going on.
"Are they in egress?" Operations asked. Birkoff shook his head, scanned the different camera angles from different headgear of the operatives on this mission. Michael's hideout was another beauty; Birkoff would have to ask Michael where he found these places. S1: Michael, surface. Four operatives are standing by with your egress.
A41CT2: Michael is unable to accept your call, call back later. Nice to see you Birkoff. I expect Operations and Madeline are doing just fine as well?
All four operatives screens went to static. Birkoff was out of his chair in his rush to warn them about sudden cell breach from their flank, but he was too late. "How in the hell?" Birkoff slammed into his chair and ran every test there was on his equipment; there was no error, no failure to pick up emissions. Vincent had a found a way to best them. But, not for long. Operations and Madeline looked at each other, and left Birkoff to do his job. "Material secured, time to get it back," Madeline said on their way to the Perch making Operations smile thinly. Birkoff ran the last seen sequence time and again. He had a program that would correct the error inside half an hour. Nikita and Michael were on mandatory refusal, as Michael had began to type it before being interrupted. "This does not look good," Birkoff murmured to himself. Ho wondered what Madeline and Operations were gonna do now.
Part 8: Claudia

Birkoff is reading on the screen Michael's message over and over again, he doesn't know what to do. "Mandatory Refusal until mission is over, will contact again then"
B:"I have to report this" he calls out to Walter. "Walter, Walter, you have to see this"
W:"what is it amigo?"
Birkoff explains to him the whole mess....
W: "and you think you have a choice?, you have to report it, Michael and Nikita can take care of themselves, go"
Birkoff enters Madeline´s office, Operations is there too. Maddy: "What is it Birkoff?"
B: "Michael sent this message" he shows Maddy a PDA with the message.
Maddy: "You can leave now Birkoff"
B: "But what....." Maddy interrupts him
Maddy: "Now Birkoff"
Birkoff is really scared for his friends now.
Maddy: (to Ops) How do you want to proceed?

PART 9: Cyn

M: Something is out of the ordinary, I'm not taking chances Paul. Either Michael and Nikita are lying to us, or one or both are captured already.
OP: I'm sending Davenport in, I want a report on Michael's hideaway. How could we let this slip?
Davenport constructs a team and is sent out, upon arrival, the place is in disarray. Windows busted out, complete havoc in the room, blood stains on the floor and walls. Davenport reports in and describes the area.

B: It's a trap, get out, exit to a safety zone, now.
OP: Any sign of Michael or Nikita?
D: We're covering the parameter, checking Sir.
B: Sir, the team needs to go, it's not safe, something tells me its a trap, listen to me.
OP: Hold Birkoff
B: But..Sir..we cant..
OP: Hold Birkoff, I know what I'm doing.

Davenport rounds the corner, finds Nikita shackled to the wall. She is unconscious and bleeding. There is so much blood, he cant decipher where its coming from. There is a slight pulse.

D: Sir, we have a problem. Nikita is....is..
Davenport screams, "Sir, there is a vapor coming from the vents, its surrounding us..we don't have...

The communication is dead.
Part 10 Conclusion: April

Michael moves fast; the nerve gas he had released would only work for a few minutes then wear off. He smiled at the headache the men would have. He jumped down from the air vent above the floor and breathed through the mini gas mask he wore over his face on his way to Nikita. He released her from her shackles, took her weight easily into his arms, and proceeded out of the building.

A man on the ground grabs Michael's ankle before he gets too far. Balancing himself and Nikita to kick the man in the face, Michael stills as he recognizes the operative's face as one of Section's. Michael let the man get up showing no emotion toward the man's evident misery.

Michael walks out of the place.

"Section One, we have found Michael and Nikita, do you copy?" Michael heard. He had no intention of finding out the answer. But he did. The van pulled up right in front of him. Operations opened the door and looked hard at both Michael and Nikita.

"Enter, then debrief." Michael said nothing but kept his hard green eyes locked onto Operations as he entered with Nikita who was still out cold. Operations minutely tilted his head, "I take it you are not on mandatory refusal?"

Michael blinked; Operations canceled a smile. As the van medics took Nikita, Operations looked at Michael expectantly.

Michael sat down at the table while Operations stood opposite Michael and looked down at him as Michael began his report.

"Vincent took over the place I had, but he didn't show himself or his agents until I had checked in with Birkoff. His team took Nikita and I here. I escaped using some tools I had in my possession." Michael pegged Operations with a blank stare, and Operations nodded, dismissing the detail, "Nikita was shackled to the wall and asked where I was. When she wouldn't answer, as she knew where I was, they tortured her. The Section operatives were gassed; by me."

"Where did they go?" Operation's eyes sharpened to extreme focus on Michael.

"I put a bomb on every transport they had. They are timed to go off in," Michael looked at his watch, nodded, "now."

Four explosions could be heard, and out the van's side window the racket was followed by four mushroom plumes of fire, ash, and hunks of debree that filled the sky behind a berm of trees forty miles away.

Operations smiled, nodded, "Way to disenfranchise. You two have two weeks of downtime."

The van stopped, Operations whipped open the door, and they entered Sections Van Access. Operations was next to Michael who again carried Nikita, but now into Section.
The End.
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