Oh man! Have you seen the Season 4 "Wanted". Freaking awesome, right?! I loved it! How about you? … Anyway it inspired me to write again. So sorry about the time it took to update. (Sorry Poison Ivy). I've been away too long. Now this is a loooong chapter… get ready… OBS: Vile language ahead.
CHAPTER 11
A loud noise made Owen's body instinctively roll out of bed, adrenaline pumped. Nikita wasn't there so he couldn't stop the feeling that something was wrong. He slid his pants in a single move, grabbed his 9 mm Glock aiming it across the dark corridor into the direction of the sound.
He thought he was ready for anything. Still his mouth dropped in shock by the time he turned around the corner. At the dim light of a fallen lamp, the living room completely trashed out: weapons, cables and machinery everywhere along with turned boxes and cloths.
Squatted behind the couch, near the fireplace, Nikita was filling a large army bag, waiving her pony tail hair in a frenzy. She was so focused on scavenging a card box that she didn't notice Owen's confused stare. A million thoughts started running through his mind. Nikita leaving him, in the middle of the night, was one of them. However, the moment she rose up and turned at him, it was all reflected by bigger questions.
He immediately recognized the black leather suit that he brought her in on the first day. He swallowed hard as he gazed upon her bullet proof vest, the pair of Automatics, the set of Berettas on each leg and strapped across her back was hismodified Colt M16 machine gun.
"Oooook..." He started, slowly lowering his gun, his heart racing while trying to keep calm at the same time. "Did I miss something?" He risked.
She seemed surprised at first and then angry.
"Well, let's see…"She said sarcastically. "Beside we're being attacked and you're 'sleeping-beauty' on me?!... No. You didn't miss much."
Owen's eyes widen. Damn! He didn't see that coming.
"What?! Attacked?! Why didn't you call me sooner?!" He snapped and ran across the confusion stopping by the closet to pull his vest out.
When he turned around, Nikita was standing just inches away looking at him with an arched eyebrow.
"Yeah, right. It's not like I've been calling you out for the past five minutes, or so…" She paused and then smirked. "Just thirty seconds more mister and I was going there with this to wake you up!"
Owen looked down. A defibrillator?! Where the heck did he have a defibrillator in the house?! Oh, yeah… He 'borough' one when he 'visited' a close Hospital two months ago to get her supply meds.
Owen swallowed a laugh. The fact he felt so relaxed to the point of now being a heavy sleeper was somehow a little worrying but certainly not a laughing matter.
He rolled his eyes and constricted his jaw pretending to be hassled.
"Right! Really funny!" His attention turned to the humming sound on the middle of the room. "Ok! How many are we talking about? One, two?"
He tried to guess while picking several ammunitions, along with several small arms on the way.
She didn't answer him but by the time he finished buttoning his vest, he had already reached the monitor's noisy alarm and glanced by the several footages.
"Shit!" He cussed, eyes wide open. He could get her silence now.
It was bad, real bad. Too many red dots were circling around them. Too many to even count. Calling it a small army would be an understatement.
Good pace, fast tactics, heavenly armed. Too dark to see who they were and the surveys could only catch shadows and fast blurs, shifting around his pre-stetted traps with uncommon speed. That could only mean one thing alone: they were pros, just like them and they were good! Too good for Owen's own taste.
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"Red Tango to Black Fox we're approaching the target in 5 clicks."
"Black Fox to Red Tango radio silence is been advised. Approach with extreme caution, subject is armed and extremely dangerous."
"Roger that. Radio out."
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"Who are they, Owen?" Nikita asked leaning over. Her eyes observing the circling red dots approaching fast. At their pace, she figured they would only have a nine minutes window to break out. "How did they get to us?" That question was buzzing trough her mind ever since she first saw that alarm.
"I don't know. The images are unclear." His answer was true, but Owen wasn't telling her something, she could tell and that worried her.
"Well, most likely Amanda's goons…" Nikita concluded, mostly to scan his features for a reaction. Instead he moved to the main door pulling one of his side arms and scattering the outside surroundings trough the gap.
"We can't stay here."
He knew who they were. Somehow he knew.
"Yeah." She agreed.
Closing the lid on the computer Nikita stored it on one of the bags and got ready to move. As she reached the door, he suddenly turned around and laced his arms around her. His muscled arms hugging her in a almost desperate embrace.
"Hei…" She comforted on his ear and dropping the bags on the floor to rub his chest. "We've got this."
He nodded but his hug was tighter than the usual ones he would give her whenever she woke up after a bad dream.
"I know… but…" He said softly as he pulled away to cope her face. "Just promise me you won't leave my side."
"Oh, no…" Her features suddenly turned into a grim. "Don't tell me you're afraid of the dark?"
Owen chuckled, Nikita smiled. A brief moment of humor, because that was who they were now: fearless soldiers who could battle an all army and fear nothing for themselves… nothing… except losing one another… Their faces suddenly went serious as they gaze each other's eyes.
It only took Owen one second to pull her up for a kiss that she fully responded. Nikita could feel his passion, his fear, all in one kiss. When they pulled away, both sighted loudly, grabbed the bags and pulled their guns simultaneously.
"Ok. Let's go!"
With an accomplice wag they run into the parked truck, stashed the bags on the back and drove off, full speed into the dark forest.
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"Red Tango to Black Fox. We're being attacked. I repeat. We're being attacked. Tree men down….(statics)… Five men down..."
"Cease fire! You've got your orders!"
"Yes, Sir!"
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It took seventeen minutes to turn a perfectly new black pickup into an iron scrap ready for junkyard. Bullet holes like a Suisse cheese, wrecked doors, broken glasses everywhere and even the engine had an odd growl but fortunately it was still working. Superb engine.
The couple was now surrounded. Nikita assessed the situation: the choice was between heavy-caliber machine guns closing on foot meters away and the ten meter cliff behind them. It was hopeless, they were trapped. But truth be told: the strange stand-still situation gave her the certainty she had from the very first minute they engaged attack, that they were there to be captured and not killed. But by who? What was their destiny? Holding and torture? The cliffs looked better and better by the minute. She sighted and looked at his companion perhaps for a miracle.
"Owen, you're hurt!" – She cried suddenly in shock.
His stomach had a bullet hole just above the spleen and it was pouring blood like a bad hosepipe but his face, pale and sweaty, was focused ahead.
Scoop lasers were now reaching the van and spreading.
"I guess they have piercing bullets…" He whispered forcing a smile.
"We've need to get that fixed." She pulled the black scarf from her neck and quickly pressed it into his wound, wish soaped in a second. That wasn't going to solve anything. "Damn it, Owen!" She cursed annoyed at his apparent calmness.
"I'm sorry." He groaned, seeing her concern and swallowing the pain. "I think I took the wrong turn."
"No Owen, it was just too many of them." She excused. Her hand now fully soaked in blood, still pressuring it desperately, looking a way of reaching the back bag.
Dozens of lasers were now breaching the front glass and reflecting on their faces up and down like tiny little lights on a dance floor but with fewer colors.
"Get OUT of the van, hands up!" Someone screamed outside.
Owen's hand crossed her arm to support on the gear box shifting the reverse and stopped to stare at her for approval.
She vigorously shook her head.
"Owen, you're in no condition to…"
"…take the fall." His voice was grave but resigned. He lifted his hand to caress her cheekbone leaving her a bloody trace. "I know… but you are."
"Get out of the van, NOW!" The voice repeated more impatient.
He returned his hand to the gear box. Nikita eyes filled with angry tears.
"Don't you ask me that Owen… just don't!"
"Babe…" Owen begged. "It's ok. I've never been so happy…"
"No!" She snapped and then she decided for him. Just like she always do.
To Owen's horror he saw her kick the door open and jump out of the van. Almost all of the lasers shifted to her. Lacing her fingers behind her neck she faced the army boldly. Nose up.
"I'm here!" She yelled. "I want to make a deal! You can have ME only if HE…" She pointed her head to the van. "…gets treatment and walks free!"
Owen's heart jolted inside the truck. What was she doing?! That was not what he wanted.
The earlier voice spoke again.
"We already got YOU and you're NOT our target… HE is."
Nikita felt confused. She had always been the target. What was going on there? Still she kept the act.
"You really think you've got me?!..." She slowly back away, step by step until she reached the edge of the cliff. A rock crumbled and fall beneath her foot. "Think again!"
"STOP!"
That voice… Nikita's expression changed the moment she laid eyes on the grey suited man that rapidly stormed behind the shadows straight at her. It couldn't be…
He stopped just in front of her, two meters away. Yes, it was him! She was sure now. His face softened, hers darkened.
"Are you ok?" - He asked with a sad smile seeing blood on her hands and face.
Nikita averted her face and stood her ground, refusing to look at him.
Owen painfully gazed upon the two figures by the edge.
"Fuck…" Owen whispered. "Michael…"
Although he acted in control, Michael's heart was actually pounding, anxious for her next move: a smile, a hug, a yell. Hell! Even a slap would be a good thing for Michael after two months of being worried sick about her, not knowing if she was dead or alive because of him. Anything would be better than her strange distance … her silence. It was like he was the enemy that she had to resist.
It confused him. He couldn't understand. Was she angry at him?
"Nikita…?"
Finally they met face to face. The man from her nightmares.
Confusing images of him mixed between yells and fight popped red as the blood that masked her face that night. It took her two seconds to finally join the puzzle pieces. HE was the one that shoot her! Yes, she recognized him. So many lost nights because of one man on one action. That coast her so many memories she wasn't sure that they ever would come back. That wouldn't come cheap to him. She would make sure of that!
As soon as Nikita arched her eyebrows and looked straight into his eyes, Michael's warning bells took off as a mad thing. It was right.
In tree single fast moves she pulled him by his tie, grabbed his wrist and twisted it round his back in a dead-lock. A knife was pulled out of her boot against his throat and immobilized him completely. If he would move one inch the shining blade would cut away.
"Don't move!" Her voice was dead serious.
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