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The coffee shop cont…
Walter had to put his hand out on the counter to steady himself.
"Holy crap!" didn't come close to covering it. Adam stood patiently, waiting for him to acknowledge who he was.
Did the kid have a death wish?
Walter turned away, his hands shaking. Oh sure he was officially out of Section but that didn't mean that they had stopped watching him. Oh no, they never stopped…not until you were six feet under. Six feet under my ass, he thought. He was pretty sure they torched everyone, you could forget about proper burials, couldn't have evidence hanging around that ghosts were actually real.
"You shouldn't be here." Walter told him as he turned back around to face Michael's son.
The ramifications of the last few minutes were becoming all too clear. Adam had been following Nikita. Adam had found Nikita. The thought was staggering.
But why was the bigger question. Michael? Had something happened to Michael? Was this some sort of last wish to be carried out?
Walter scoffed at his own thoughts. Michael would never put Nikita or his son in danger like that. Which meant that if Michael was still alive, he didn't know Adam was here.
How the hell had he found Nikita?
"I had to come." Adam finally replied, moving to sit at the stool at the counter. His shoulders sagged, as if he could no longer bear the weight he'd been carrying around.
Now that he knew who he was, Walter could definitely see the resemblance. That was the thing that had been nagging at him. As a child Adam had looked more like Elena but now as a young man, he was mostly Michael. Similar mannerisms, the hair, the nose, the mouth…but with Elena's soulful brown eyes and darker complexion.
God help the female population.
But he was troubled. That much was clear. If Adam remembered Nikita and knew about him then it was quite possible that he knew enough to make him a threat to ALL their safeties. What had possessed Michael?
Walter needed answers. "Why?"
"My dad…and me." Adam replied, seeming more his age now that his secret was out.
"Look kid, you're going to have to give me more than that. Why don't you start at the beginning? Like how in god's name you found Nikita in the first place…"
Walter refilled both their cups and waited.
"It wasn't so hard really which surprised me. I would have thought that with Section and all…"
As fast as a sprint runner Walter reached across the counter and slapped his hand over Adam's mouth. Adam's eyes went wide with fear.
"Don't you EVER say that word out loud again? Do you hear me? NEVER again."
Walter was shaking his head like crazy, his long braid flipping around to land on his left shoulder. He brought Adam's ear close his mouth as he whispered and Adam could smell the faint scent of Patchouli oil.
"Do you even KNOW what you are risking by being here? THEY might have already seen you. Not only have you put yourself in grave risk but also Nikita and ME…and Michael…wherever the hell he is. Now shake your head that you understand what I'm telling you and that you will never speak its' name out loud again."
Adam shook his head up and down. Walter removed his hand, wiping it on the apron at his waist.
"Damn fool. Let me close this place up for awhile before you open your mouth again."
He flipped the sign on the door saying back in one hour, hoping that would be enough, and locked it. He motioned to Adam to follow him into the back.
