I do not own any of the characters and companies mentioned in this story. This is strictly for my entertainment purposes only.
Warning: Parody and Stupidness
When Nikita returned to her headquarters, the large room with its ginormous picture windows looked unusually cold and tattered, like a Jean Paul Gaultier knock off at Hot Topic. She went to make herself a mean veggie shake, but realized she had no kitchen, much less a refrigerator. This sucks she thought to herself and added a zero degree frostless to her list, right under indoor plumbing.
Her computer played a little tune, Da Ya Think I'm Sexy, by Frankie Goes to Hollywood, an alert to let her know her partner Alex on the inside was trying to contact her. Nikita loved this cover much better than Rod Stewart's original and she bopped her head up and down as she logged on.
Sensei, you okay, I was so worried about you.
Doing okay thanks to you, Lil Cricket. The antidote for the toxin worked well, and I think it helped with that bloat I get late in the day.
Good to know, Sensei. I understand we have a new foe, GOGOL. Russians are scary.
GOGOL? I thought he said GOOGLE! Are you sure?
I'm sure I heard them say GOGOL, like in Nikolai Gogol, the great Russian play write. Remember Sensei, that's my 'hood.
But what would GOGOL have to do with this. It's GOOGLE that knows about the black boxes, and everything else in the world, right? And why would GOGOL, a literature group, want to take over Division, they lost $55 million in funding last night. It's got to be GOOGLE, unless GOGOL is GOOGLE.
Sensei, I will see what I can find out, but I'm sure that GOOGLE isn't GOGOL and GOGOL isn't GOOGLE.
Do that and get back to me.
Okay Sensei.
Alex hung up and stuck her tongue out at the computer, she hated being ordered around again.
She was one hundred percent behind Nikita in bringing down this house of terror, but always felt a sting of betrayal when she found out what Nikita wore on her last mission. The lower level ops, like Thom, would come back and she would hear snippets. "Man oh man that was some tight ass little red number under that tight ass little jumpsuit, no visible panty lines... she's gooood!" The ops laughed and Alex walked away disgusted. She wanted a tight ass little red number, the nude colored tight ass number she wore when Percy was pimping her out made her look washed out.
She shook her head to clear her thoughts. GOGOL not GOOGLE right? She had to find out, so she went to the training room to find someone to pick a fight with.
Anyone care to write the next chapter?