Jason's Russian's gotten a lot better than serviceable in the months since Nikita met him. He's been teaching her vigilante-tricks and she's been teaching him spycraft, everything from language skills to soft cons and how to turn vulnerability into strength.
But.
"Russian's not safe, babochka. We've got no idea how long Amanda's been working with Ari, and Russian's in the standard field ops training package anyway." She hates over-riding Alex's instincts, and normally she wouldn't, but if they're going to survive today, she can't take any extra chances. Not with their lives. "Use Mandarin."
And just like that, in a way Jason's probably used to from his 'family' and Alex is from Nikita-on-a-mission, she's off, trotting ahead into the jungle toward the last place in the universe she wants to be. They know what to do, and she has to trust them now to do it.
The first signs are the bodies. Not Division bodies, but civilians. They're faces she recognizes from around the island, but there's no time to identify them, to grieve, to apologize. Tomorrow's going to have to be soon enough for goodbyes and apologies. If...
No ifs, no ifs, Nikita, you know that. If you start thinking in ifs, you're dead already. The only way to be invincible is to believe it. Which is why, when she fakes being "found" a half an hour later in clear sight of the entrance tunnel to "Division", the only thing she says, loud enough for both her partners to hear is, "My name is Nikita, and you have one chance to save your own lives."
It doesn't work. It never does. One of the soldiers tells her to shut up, in Russian, and knocks her in the back of a head with a rifle butt. She's unconscious before she hits the ground.
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Date: 2012-12-21 01:58 am (UTC)From:But.
"Russian's not safe, babochka. We've got no idea how long Amanda's been working with Ari, and Russian's in the standard field ops training package anyway." She hates over-riding Alex's instincts, and normally she wouldn't, but if they're going to survive today, she can't take any extra chances. Not with their lives. "Use Mandarin."
And just like that, in a way Jason's probably used to from his 'family' and Alex is from Nikita-on-a-mission, she's off, trotting ahead into the jungle toward the last place in the universe she wants to be. They know what to do, and she has to trust them now to do it.
The first signs are the bodies. Not Division bodies, but civilians. They're faces she recognizes from around the island, but there's no time to identify them, to grieve, to apologize. Tomorrow's going to have to be soon enough for goodbyes and apologies. If...
No ifs, no ifs, Nikita, you know that. If you start thinking in ifs, you're dead already. The only way to be invincible is to believe it. Which is why, when she fakes being "found" a half an hour later in clear sight of the entrance tunnel to "Division", the only thing she says, loud enough for both her partners to hear is, "My name is Nikita, and you have one chance to save your own lives."
It doesn't work. It never does. One of the soldiers tells her to shut up, in Russian, and knocks her in the back of a head with a rifle butt. She's unconscious before she hits the ground.