Hey guys. I know this is short and you'll prbably all hate me but I promise the next one is longer. Also I need help writting chapter 10. I know what I want to happen in it but the situation is sort of diffiult for me to write and I'm not sure if I'll be able to. If you're willing to help please either leave it in a review or PM me. ENJOY!
Chapter 6
I walked in the front door. "Mickey, Nikki I'm back!" I called hanging my coat up in the closet. What I saw when I turned around hit me like a ton of bricks. The sofa was turned over, the lamp was smashed and there were ricochet marks on the fridge. "Michael! Nikita! I called running up the stairs. I ran into their bedroom. I threw open the door. I saw Michael lying unconscious on the ground with shards of glass sticking out of his feet. I ran over and knelt down beside him. "Michael wake up. Michael." I called shaking his shoulder.
He slowly opened his eyes and looked at me. "Birkhoff? What happened?" He asked siting up and leaning against the bed.
"I don't know." I said honestly. "I just got home." I looked around and realized what was missing. "Michael, where's Nikki?" I asked him, worried about the answer.
"I don't know. I woke and went to the bathroom. I came back and there were three guys grabbing Nikita. I tried to help her but one of them hit me over the head. She was screaming for me Birkhoff and there was nothing I could do to help her." I looked at my friend.
"Who took her?" I asked looking at him.
Michael scoffed at the question. "It had to be Division."
I looked at him curiously. "Why would they take Nikita and not you?" I asked.
He sigh and placed his head against the bed post. "You're right. They would have taken both of us. Can you look at the survalince cameras and see if you can find out who took her."
I slowly got up off the floor. "Sure, I'll be right back. You just stay there. It won't be good for you to move quickly. Also you should try to get that glass out of your foot. I'll let you know what I find." I walked out of the room and down the stairs. I went onto the computer and accessed the footage from the last twelve hours. I quickly scanned through it. At about three in the morning what looked like a strike team somehow got right through the front door with out setting off the alarm. 'I'll have to check that later.' I thought as I scanned through next few minutes seeing Nikita being dragged out of the house. I watched as the person who would explain everything came into view. I grabbed the tablet and went upstairs. "Michael, it was Gogol."
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