Hola Peoplez of Nikita Fan fiction!
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Disclaimer- Me no own Nikita… BUT me do own a purple panda! No….me is just kidding….or am I? By the way this chapter has 2,179 words in it!
Nikita's pov
I was in the middle of watching Scary movie 4 when my phone rang. I sighed and picked it up. It was Alex.
"Hey Alex what's up?" I asked her.
"Uh well… Percy put Michael, Birkhoff, and I on this mission to assassinate this guy called Mark Fisherman, tomorrow at 1, and it's going to be at a high class party." she said nervously.
"Wait, did you just say Mark Fisherman?" I asked, heart pounding.
"Yeah why?"
"Oh god." I breathed, wide eyed.
"Nikita.. What? Do you know who this guy is? Is he Division?"
"Uhh." I said, unsure of what I was going to say. I can't believe this!
"Nikita tell me." She insisted.
"Okay but come over first, I rather not have this conversation on the phone." I said.
"Have you found a new safe house yet?" she asked curiously, trying to change the subject.
"No, I haven't and I'm not really concerned. I know Michael didn't tell division yet, because if he did they would've already been here. And if Michael wanted to make an appearance again, he would have already done so." I stated.
"Okay" Alex took a shaky breath. "I'll be over in a sec."
"See you." I said. Then hung up the phone. Boy this is gonna be a long day. I turned off my movie, I didn't really feel like watching it anymore. I sat by my window and started to think about Michael. I know for certain I'll see him. I always do. Especially since he is supposed to be on this mission with Alex. I know one thing thou, when we see each other… we will have our guns pointed, fist's raised, and heating tension.
Michael's pov
I sighed, sitting on my couch. For some reason I feel as if I'm going to see Nikita again. It seems as if almost every mission I'm assigned, I always find her, no matter what. But if there's one thing I know, if we do se each other tomorrow, we will have our guns pointed, fist's raised, and heating tension.
Nikita's pov
I sat around waiting for Alex. I sighed, I started thinking about Owen, I wonder is he even alive? I started to ponder this, when a knock on my door made me jump. I instantly knew it was Alex. I got up and opened the door, sure enough it was Alex carrying a water bottle. She probably ran here, I thought as she walked in and plopped down on the couch while I was closing the door behind her.
"So, who is this Mark person?" she asked getting straight to the point. I walked over and sat down alongside her. Seeing as she was anxious to know.
"Well, he is quite something. He was in division when I was there. But a week before you got in, he broke out. Apparently he has quite a bit of information on division, because otherwise Percy wouldn't go to such lengths to get him dead. Witch is why we need him on our side." I said. Alex didn't say anything so I took it as a sign to continue.
"So you are going to persuade Michael into letting you be the one to kill Mark. Then when you get him alone, I'll cut hack into Birkhoff's security feed." I paused, as I explained the rest of my plan to Alex, who was listening intently.
After about an hour, we finally have our plan set up.
"So you understand everything right?" I asked, just making sure.
"Yes Master." She replied sarcastically. I had to fight the urge to say something smart or just smack her on the spot.
"Good."
"So, how are you going to get in? she asked, "After all, it is a high class party, you have to wear very high end dresses, Amanda said, and I quote, "It has to be very diva-like, but preferably short." she said, looking smug
"Oh, I'm not getting in I'm staying on the outside, and I don't give a flying fig what Amanda says." I said, (A/N: I just love that word! It's better than cussing.)
"Whatever, I'll see you tomorrow." she said, getting up and stretching.
"Bye." I said as she walked out the door. Tomorrow is going to be a long day.
The Next day..
Alex's pov
I can do this, I kept thinking in my head. I'm walking into the party wearing a really expensive strapless dress, it's a whiteish gray at the top, and it fades to black at the bottom, witch is in ruffles, my hair is curled and pulled into a low, fancy, side ponytail, with a some-what black rose in my hair. I'm also wearing a pair of killer, silver stilettos, witch I practiced walking in before I got here. I walk to the refreshments table an order a water. I keep looking around for our target, but I don't see him. Maybe he's not here yet. But I can't seem to stop worrying about what's gonna happen today. What if everything backfires? No, everything is going to be fine, I just have to stop thinking about it. I already convinced Michael to let me be the one to take care of our target. Now if only I could find him..
"Target spotted near bar" I heard a gruff voice say through my earpiece.
"Copy that, on my way." I replied as I got up and headed towards the bar. Ah there he is, man, Nikita never told me that Mark was hot! I walked up to him, as he was drinking. He saw me and set his drink down, it then occurred to me he was, checking me out. Well thank you Amanda for setting me up with this beautiful dress. But I'm not here to socialize, I have a mission, and it's not the one for division.
"Hi, I'm Mark, and must I say, you look beautiful." he said, making me blush.
"Thank you, and I'm Alex, it's very nice to meet you." I said, exaggerating the very.
"Well aren't you a doll." he said.
"I try." I said while also trying to flirt in hopes he invites me somewhere alone. We start talking about normal stuff, jobs, weather, economy, simple things.
"How about we go downstairs and talk." he suggested. Finally what I needed, now to proceed with the rest of the mission.
"Okay" I smiled. He lead me downstairs, and once he closed the door, I turned around and pinned him to the wall. I took my gun out and he knocked it out of my hand. We fought for another 5 seconds, and then I heard the explosion, I stopped fighting and I started talking.
"Come with me, we don't have much time." I said urgently. Trying to push him up.
"What? Are you crazy you just you just tried to kill me and you think im gonna trust you now?" he said. Probably thinks I'm crazy, I'm surprised he hasn't guessed that this has to do with division.
"Look that was all an act, there were camera's, that explosion alerted me that the security feeds are down, so we need to act now and act fast, don't worry I won't hurt you." I said reassuringly.
"What, wait a minute." he paused.
"We don't have a minute!" I snapped.
"Division." he said shakily. "I knew they would find me, but I didn't know it would be this soon, are you part of division?" he asked. Sounding afraid.
"Yes and no. now come on, I'll answer your questions later." I said as I kicked open the window. And shoved him through it. It's a good thing were in the basement.
"Just stay there, and keep quiet, someone will come to get you out of here." I told him. He nodded in response. I walked up the stairs and rounded the corner of the hallway, heading for the door, half the place was empty because of the explosion. I bumped into Michael and saw that he looked pissed.
"Alex, what HAPPENED, in there?" he nearly screamed. I was prepared for this.
"Michael, I'm so sorry, I had gotten my gun out but he was to quick and knocked it away we were fighting but that explosion caught me off guard, and he took that chance to push me into a desk, I must have knocked my head on something, because that's the last thing I remember, I really am sorry, he must have gotten away." I said and looked down, I had to sell the act, so I started to cry. He reacted immediately.
"Alex, it's okay, just.. Just go home and we will talk about it tomorrow." he said, and he looked quite sincere. So I nodded and walked off to meet Nikita.
Michael's pov
I knew it.. Alex is the mole. That explosion was probably Nikita getting a message to Alex. It all makes since now. Of course I didn't really believe Nikita's stupid cover about someone breaking into her house. First of all, I have been searching for her house forever, and it doesn't make since that a young recruit like Alex could just stumble upon Nikita's house, not to mention break in. Plus Alex, Birkhoff, and I were the only people to know about this mission, so it has to be Alex. And I know exactly what I'm going to do…
Nikita's pov
I saw him, Mark, get pushed out the window. After Alex went upstairs, I grabbed mark.
"Who are you?" he breathed.
"I'm one of the good guys." I said, as I got him up and shoved him in the truck.
"Stay low." I said. He nodded and did as he was told. I drove up to a shady corner around the building and I saw Alex coming towards us. I unlocked the door and she hopped in.
"So what happened?" I asked.
"I sold the act, don't worry, I told Michael that the explosion caught me off guard and Mark took that as an opportunity to knock me out. I cried some, he told me to go home and we'll talk about it tomorrow." she said.
"So he wasn't suspicious at all?" I asked, a little doubtful.
"Nope, not as far as I know." she sighed. The rest of the drive was silent.
When we got to the house, Alex had to help a halfway sleeping Mark out of the truck. I walked up and unlocked my door. I let Alex go in first and she sat down Mark in the chair closest to the door. We both turned around and stopped dead in our tracks. Wow can you say déjà vu much?
Ha-ha, yet another evil cliffy! I bet you can already guess what the saw. Or can you? Lol. So what will happen now? I guess you will just have to read the next chapter to find out! Oh and by the way, do you guys want me to stop doing the whole, Alex's pov,Nikita's pov, thing, and just put a line signaling that it is someone else's chapter? It's yall's choice, I don't really care either way, but please tell me so I can decide on my next chapter, and to let you know if I do stop doing that, then sometimes you might not know who's point of view it is. So, my faithful readers, please, do the world a GREAT favor and… REVIEW! You're one little click away, from making my day! R&R, I'll give you a virtual cookie!