Back from The Dead

Ghosts from Days Past

Walking slowly down the street, pulling his hood tight over his face, rushing along the cold, rainy spring day, he thought about everything that he had been through.  For the last two years hiding had been his life and until he was ready to, he did not want to change that.  No one expected him to be alive and he looked a lot different.  He had let the hair grow on his face, instead of being clean-shaven like before.

          For two years after he’d finally escaped, he lived underground, out of view, not wanting to chance Division finding out.  Through the people he would never give up who helped him get out, he had found out that they were helping someone else- someone who could help hi accomplish his mission- find Nikita and help defeat Division and Amanda.

          He also wanted to see Alex again.  He had hated to leave her thinking that she had killed him, but it was the only way for him to get out.  It was obvious she would be upset, but he had to explain things- get them out in the open finally.  Following the directions on the paper, he had been left; he turned left into an alley between buildings.  He had no idea who he was meeting; just that it was another person being rescued from the claws of Division.  His hands ran across the gun in his belt to make sure it was still there.  Even though these people had rescued them, they could never be safe.

          About halfway down the alley, behind a restaurant, he heard someone clear their throat behind him.  Turning around, a dark-haired, well-built man came out from behind a dumpster.  “Are you Thom?” he asked quietly, his eyes silently scanning for threats.

          Thom gave him a curt nod.  “That’s me.” He replied.

          Holding out his hand, the young man replied, “I’m Sean.”

          “Nice to meet you.” Thom shook his hand.  “Let’s get out of here.  I have an apartment set up near here.”

          It was about twenty minutes later when Thom led Sean into his safe house.  He had taken all the precautions to make sure that Division could never find him in case they had ever tracked he was still alive.  Jammers blocked the trackers and he kept as low a profile as possible since he’d returned to the northeast only a couple weeks before.  As Thom opened the door, Thom watched for his roommate.  Not knowing Sean very well, he didn’t want to take the chance of the roommate startling him and Sean drawing a gun.  Walking in, Thom finally noticed him in the kitchen.  “This is my roommate, who also has to hide from Division.  Nathan, this is Sean.”

          Nathan wiped his hands on a dish towel, and then shook with Sean.  “Nice to meet you.” He greeted.

          Sean was confused.  In his time with Division he had reviewed all the rosters and Nathan’s name didn’t ring any bells.  It was Thom who finally spoke up, “Nathan was Alex’s neighbor.  During a fight between Alex and another agent in her apartment, he killed the other agent and had to hide.  Luckily I found out and we headed out together.”

          Things pieced together a little more made Sean a little more comfortable. Everything had been happening so quickly- Division killed him, and then recruited him, and then he faked his death to get out.  It had been a difficult choice.  He respected Nikita’s fight and wanted to help, but it hurt him to see Alex the way she was a refusing his help.  From there he was had decided space was the best cure and he took up the agents’ offer to fake his death and get him out of Division and out of that life.  He wanted to give it a little time until Nikita could help Alex find herself again as he knew that she would.  “So, now what?” Sean asked.

          After quickly debating how much to explain, Sean replied, “She’s going through things but Nikita will help her through.  She always does.”