บท 77: Boy, Oh Boy

[NIKITA]

"Y'all better have an excellent explanation why my office has no door," Nikita said, his voice calm, way too quiet for someone who had just woken up.

He was looking at the people he cared about, wondering when the fuck the trio had even gotten here and why they had been so brave and not afraid to risk their covers. They all had guns in their hands, and only one thing could make them stand out that much.

They either wanted to kill each other so badly, or they thought Nikita was endangered, but why the fuck was his door missing?

Nikita looked at them as they stared at him, wondering where to begin. No amount of explanation would make the mess they had created any better. How the fuck were they even supposed to start off an explanation?

With hugs, kisses, or what?