250-word drabble. Based on a prompt by my sister, 'Can I trust you?'. Set in the Division days.
She looked him square in the eyes. She had been there for only two days, but she had him all figured out. She knew how to get to him and was certainly planning on doing so. After all, he could one day be one of the people who decided whether or not to let her live. Contemplating her words carefully, she blinked once before finally speaking up.
"Can I trust you?"
"Yes," he looked at the girl before him with a little frown. "You know this. I'm here to train and monitor you. If there's anyone you can trust here it would be me."
"But… you report to the boss, right?"
"Yes." He didn't see why this was relevant.
"So if I don't behave, you can tell him to cancel me, yes?" Her eyes started to glint mischievously.
"Yes," he said, a little uncertainly. This new recruit, Nikita, had a way of looking at him that made him nervous. As if she was a bomb that would explode with one wrong word, a single look or simply the wrong attitude.
"Well, I'd better keep you happy then…" She sneaked past him, bumping him slightly with her shoulder. "Isn't that right, Michael?" she called over her shoulder. She said his name teasingly, eyes narrowed, a playful smile around her lips.
He stood looking at her retreating form. Nikita. Nikita. How she did it, he had no idea. But she had him wrapped all around her little finger. That much he knew.
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