Nikita

[NIKITA]

The day had been hectic, but the outcome wasn't really expected.

The commanders had not expected Colonel Dmytri to give them eighteen months of all the things, and that was more than the amount of time they had in mind, but at least now, they would be able to make sure Nikita was settled and everything was done in the right way.

They knew they had to still show up at the Pavlenko headquarters to officially introduce themselves and get their seats on the board and whatnot, but that was just about it. For now, they were going to take the day off of their lives and rest.

Heaven knew they needed the rest. Otherwise, they would be zombies. No one wanted to see commander Xi and Tabakov looking like zombies, no one and especially not the colonel.

"That little twerp said something about spilling coffee—" Qiao whɨnėd as he walked into his house.

They had been too preoccupied with their risky suspension and the damn rebels, not to mention the situation at the hospital that he never once considered what Nikita had told him about his house.

Indeed that twerp couldn't have left coffee stains on his white tiles, no? However, before Qiao could continue, his statement was cut short by an irritated Carrie, who scrunched her nose in disgust. What was it this time?

"Why the hell does your house smell like it was sprayed with fuċkɨnġ coffee?'' Carrie said, and Qiao knew he wouldn't live to hear the end of this. Maybe he just needed to find Nikita and give him the spanking of the year.

Maybe then, the doctor would come to his senses and be an average person even just once. Maybe fr his own sake, but would Nikita really do that? The man didn't even know what he needed to do for himself. How else was he supposed to know what was good for Qiao and Carrie?

"I will kill Nikita myself," Qiao let out a disappointed look on his kitchen floor. The rug was right beside it, and if Nikita had been keen enough, he could have used the damn thing to clean off the patches, but he didn't, and that was frustrating Qiao. 

"Wake me up when both of you are dead. I'm going to sleep, and don't you wake me up," Carrie warned as she walked into the guest room.

Evidently, Qiao wasn't going to be waking her up soon because of how preoccupied he would be with his coffee-removing process, but that did stop him from wondering what they needed to do next.

"Don't you think we need to go to the hospital for a checkup?" Qiao asked worriedly. Even though they were super-soldiers, their bodies also needed to be cared for. They needed to go for a checkup considering they had been out in the rain for a while.

If they ignored their health, then there would be no difference between them and the good doctor. Nikita would probably use their neglect against them, and they would never win any of that shit.

"I'm too tired, bro. We'll just text Nikita about all our health conditions, and he'll have a solution. He always does. But for now, please shut the fuċk up," Carrie said as she walked up the stairs, she wanted to complain about the stairs being too long, but she could tell Qiao was already frustrated enough by the coffee.

That was a good distraction because a busy Qiao wanted her beauty to sleep. Hopefully, Qiao could also get some sleep because the coming days weren't going to be a walk in the park, and they both knew it.

"Yes, ma'a—"

"Shut up, commander Xi," Carrie said as she slammed the door to the guest room. Qiao just sighed and began cleaning. He didn't care that he was still in his military suit, and he needed to get the annoying stain off his floor. 

'I guess that means I get to clean alone, damn,' Qiao thought to himself before fetching water and the cleaning tools.

****

While the colonel was grilling Qiao and Carrie, Nikita had gone to check the body part that Samantha had gotten off Renata. He had expected the whole thing to be hidden in plain sight, but there it was, without anything hidden.

The people who had taken them weren't even real doctors, and they were traffickers on the black market who sold off the parts for millions.

Nikita had stood there and looked at the thieves studying them and wondering if any of them was mentally incapacitated because he could tell that o one in their right mind would want a human trachea.

What the hell would they even do with that? Make a human trumpet? The world really wasn't a nice place. Nikita knew nothing could surprise him, even more, when the helicopter pilot claimed that those were the parts that sold for higher prices in the black market.

Nikita had known that the black market wasn't a good place, but this right here mortified even him, a professional surgeon who knew all the body parts of the head. Nikita considered detaining them and asking them more questions, but he knew they wouldn't tell him what he wanted.

He knew they were loyal, and today, their loyalty would cost them. He admired them, really, but if they weren't going to get him the answers he needed, then they were useless to him. Maybe that was also why he ordered that the helicopter be blown to bits.

As for the thieves, he killed them himself because he didn't trust that anyone could do that part for him. He wanted to be sure that no one was playing him, and he needed to be sure that everyone he was working with was on his side.

Such were not the times to be the tender-hearted doctor who laughed and loved his patients. He had to find courage, and this was one of the ways. He had to eliminate any loose ends that he knew would cost him more than he had planned for.

He didn't even care to hide the bodies; he just straight out threw them into the chimneys. The waste collector he had hired would do the rest.. At least he trusted someone with that.