Tuesday, January 19

Love Hurts

Dear Sergio,
You must understand, I had to shoot you. I aimed for just below your knee, it was the body part in line with the bruschetta... had to make it look terrible (and the tomatoes really helped for that effect), but with the best chance of survival or at least a relatively easy amputation. Prosthetics are really remarkable these days... Sergio, you will be fine.

As we sat there in my room, I saw Syd, the security guards and the doctor through the viewing window behind you. I recognized the doctor from the agency training days... you know him... it is Antoine. Remember, he and Grigori never got along, and he was kicked out. Do you remember those days with him? Remember our crazy secret signal we had with him? We were new spies in training and thought we could do anything.... out smart the old pros... We would touch the bridge of our nose three times as a signal that something changed and to trust whoever made the signal.

I recognized him through the window. He made the gesture just as I saw another figure come into view. Konrad. I remembered what I heard the young agents and doctors had said: That Konrad and I were 'together'.

In that split second I knew that I needed to keep you in this hospital, close to me... I needed to keep Konrad on my side in order to keep us all safe and to get the rest of the information about Sanctity, and to really get Konrad put away or better.... put to rest... for good.

Seeing as I already had the gun in my hand, the easiest way to accomplish all of this was to shoot you. It would prove my loyalty to Konrad and get you in the hands of this doctor, Antoine.

Sergio, this is our ticket. From here we are positioned perfectly to get it all... we will be heroes. We will be together. Oh yeah, and we will have saved the world.

I'm not exactly sure how it will happen since I can't speak and am tied to a bed, and you can't walk. Antoine will relay these messages. He has not been able to explain his role in this yet, but he will help us.

Your love,
Nikita.

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