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Access Point Zero - London

The communication with Oversight had gone better than Nikita had expected. She wasn't foolish enough to think they would approach Michael and Adam with welcome open arms but they didn't seem as surprised at the situation as she would have anticipated.

That part bothered her…and she considered it as the panel in front of her slid open and she pressed her palm against it.

Her pulse had begun to beat double-time as they approached this point of no return. She was sure the access files would show that, show them her fear in that pulse that she couldn't hide due to modern technology and body signatures.

It was just this crossing over…all the memories of bringing Michael back, again and again and vice versa.

Except now they had Adam with them, the stakes unbelievably high, Adam…who had not said a word since they had left the house. She was worried about him and she knew Michael was worried too but right now it would be better all around if Adam weren't doing a lot of talking. Better not to give them any more ammunition than they already have…Nikita thought.

There was enough time for more talk later.

She hadn't notified Sinclair. She didn't need to. She was Operations. He would have to do as he was ordered to and if that meant accepting a Section One with Michael and Adam in it then he would need to do just that. He would do it or she would have him transferred or cancelled, whichever his behavior warranted.

Inwardly she sighed, higher stakes indeed. Nikita straightened her shoulders. She wasn't ruthless. She wasn't like Paul. But she wasn't stupid either.

Operatives that couldn't adapt didn't belong in Section. The unfortunate thing was that they couldn't let them belong anywhere else either. Sinclair knew this. She was confident that he would make the right choice.

"Are you ready?" She asked them, squeezing Michael's hand and putting a protective arm around Adam.

Adam didn't respond but he didn't pull away either. They needed to do this together. Thankfully he seemed to understand this regardless of his anger.

Michael looked in her eyes and squeezed her hand back.

"Yes."

Inside Section One

It wasn't a moment that any of the operatives would forget any time soon, especially the ones who knew exactly what they were witnessing.

The image of Operations walking into Com with Michael Samuelle on one side of her and an unknown young man, the spitting image of Michael Samuelle, on her other side was a sight to behold. The three of them walked right through, not stopping, their heads held high, bodies close enough to show the solidarity between them. No one would have dared interrupt them, not on their life. Maybe if Walter had still been around…maybe then.

History was being made. And the future was already changing. No one needed to say it. They were all thinking it.

At Oversight

But all the while the Section ears picked up the whispers… behind closed doors, down corridors and during missions, cataloging them for further action, analysis and introspection by those wondering why they shouldn't just take the 3 of them out of play right now. Wondering if they were making a severe error in judgment by letting them walk back into Section like they owned it.

"Did you see her face? She looked happy…"

"Michael still looks the same doesn't he?"

"Is that his son?"

"I heard she let them free."

"I wonder how Sinclair is going to react."

"She touched his arm, did you see that?"

"I heard they always loved each other."

"I wonder what they've been doing out there all this time."

"The young one is very handsome, don't you think? Who is he?"

"What role do you think they are going to play?"

"Why would Michael come back?"

"Why would anyone come back?"

"Did you see Sinclair's face up in the perch right before he dimmed it? Pure evil."

"I heard they are staying in Operation's personal quarters…"

"I wonder what Oversight is going to do."

"I wonder what Oversight is going to do…"

"I wonder what Oversight is going to do…."

And it was this last bit of chatter that had them most concerned. Because they didn't have an answer…they didn't know what they were going to do. All these years they had been monitoring…watching…waiting…knowing this exact moment was inevitable, even welcomed at times when Section seemed in dire need of hero.

How many times had they almost played that hand? Considered forcing the situation only to decide that the time hadn't yet come or that some things, some people, might be better left for dead.

It was an extremely risky course of action after all – it was impossible to know if it would work out the way they wanted it to. And what they wanted would affect everyone…even those that didn't know that they existed.

They were trying to cement the future. They could only hope that they didn't end up at the bottom of the ocean, the victim of their own devices.

Interesting…that in the end it had been the boy. It provided all the evidence they could possibly need that no matter how long you ran, how far you traveled, you could never escape the place where you had come from, the place where it all began. Some roots simply went too deep.

But whatwere they going to do? How would they answer that hot burning question?

What is Oversight going to do?

Mr. Jones just didn't know.