Codename: Undercover
Chapter Three: Tests, Boxing Gloves, and Hormones Galore
Disclaimer: I'm still poor. I still don't own any of them. Sigh. That's rather depressing, isn't it? :-)
Alex, Jake, Monica, Cody, and Donovan all arrived a few minutes early to the van loading area the next morning. Looking all business in their black Section-issued commando suits, the group waited in silence to head out. The reverberating echo of heels was heard, nearing them, and a moment later Madeline rounded the corner. Stopping a few feet away, she clasped her hands behind her back and graced them with her trademark smile.
"Congratulations, you've all passed." Turning on her heel, she began the walk back down the hall.
Slightly puzzeled, Jake stepped forward, "What do you mean we passed?"
She paused and turned to face them again, "We had to make sure you'd be prepared to go at any time. You showed us that by coming. Not that you had much of a choice. Nikita and Michael will meet you in the gym in three hours." She disappeared around the corner.
Alex sighed angrily, "Who the hell do these people think they are?"
Jake shrugged, "I don't know, but we'd better get ready. Something tells me this training session with the commandos is gonna be a killer."
~*~Three Hours Later – Section One's Gym~*~
Michael and Nikita were already there when the team arrived, both dressed in loose black pants and black tank tops.
Cody glanced between the two of them and mumbled, "Somebody really ought to introduce these people to Crayola."
Nikita was busy lacing up a pair of boxing gloves, leaving Michael to step forward to address the UC group.
"Today will be your first day of training. We realize that because you are government employees, you all have some level of training already. However, before we allow you to join us in the field, we expect you to be able to keep us with us. Agents Cross and Davis will be training with Nikita. Agents Shaw and Donovan, you'll be training with me today. Any questions?"
No one moved.
"Alright then. Let's begin."
Alex and Monica followed Nikita into a room off of the room the men were training in. The two were side by side and separated by a wall of glass. Tossing aside her equiptment, she turned to the two women.
"I know neither of you are looking forward to this, and that's fine, but I'm going to pass onto you some advice that was given to me on my first day here. Madeline told me that I could learn to shoot, I could learn to fight, but there would never be a weapon as powerful as my feminity. That advice has saved my life more than once, I'd keep it in mind if I was you."
Monica rolled her eyes as Nikita moved to rig up the punching bag, "So who is she supposed to be? Secret Agent Dear Abby?"
Alex chuckled lightly, glancing over for a moment to Donovan on the other side of the glass. His lithe frame, like all other operatives in training, was clad in the black warm up wear provided for them. She dragged her gaze across the golden flesh of his well toned arms, the flat defined muscles of his chest and stomach, up to his georgous face....his lips. She shook her head, as if to erase him from it, and glanced back up to Nikita. Focus Alex, just focus...
Over the next two weeks the UC crew trained tirelessly. Michael and Nikita worked them to the bone with sim after sim after sim, not to mention tech and weapons training. Birkhoff and Walter worked to make sure than not only could the team fight, they could shoot and work the technology on missions too.
They had reconvened for their usual weekly briefing, Michael and Nikita taking their seats across from the team. The sexual tension was thick enough that is was practically tangible in the air. Michael had already let his gaze wander over Nikita's lithe frame twice, at least that Monica had seen. He wasn't the only one, however. She'd noticed her boss eyeing the attractive blonde too. Cody and Jake's glances were more obvious, they practically ogled the poor woman to death. Monica glanced over at Alex for a moment, noticing that her co-worker's gaze was fixed heatedly on their attractive boss. Uh-uh..don't go there, Alex...Monica mentally warned her friend. She turned back to gaze at Operations, noting the fleeting glance Jake had cast in Alex's direction. What the hell is going on here?! There are more hormones in this damn room than in all of Chicago! She shook her head, not casting another glance back until the meeting was over.
