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Mirage - 18(short)

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Asrai

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Date Posted: 13:11:49 04/27/01 Fri

Mirage - 18

Madeline watched Elena's room, sipping on her tea. There wasn't much to see, but the conversation was certainly interesting. She had to suppress a smile: sometimes people reacted so predictable, it was laughable.

The door opened and Michael came in; she looked up from her screen and quickly disconnected the link. He moved seemingly unhurried, his face a mask as always, but Madeline knew that he fumed inwardly. Good. "Explain," he hissed; he didn't need to say what and she didn't play dumb.
She carefully place the china cup on the saucer, crossed her legs and looked openly in his face. "It's better for her to get the facts now, the earlier, the better. She has time to deal with it now; she'll be over it by the time she'll be on full operative status and will be able to work with you."

That was a lie; Elena would never be able to work with Michael on a strictly professional level; she was too emotional and too attached to him. But he couldn't object that- if he did, it would be grounds for Elena's cancellation; that had been her intention.

Michael was livid and close to exploding. Still, he managed to keep and unemotional and even voice. "It wasn't your decision to make, Madeleine, but mine and Nikita's, who's her trainer. I warned you once Madeline, not to play games. Don't cross my affairs again; should you mess with this again, I'll notify Oversight and have you replaced.
Both knew that replaced meant cancellation, but that wasn't Madeline's concern.

"What's there to notify about, Michael? As far as I know, Oversight doesn't even know about Elena's recruitment. They'd be very surprised about that, don't you think?"

Suddenly Michael's face was only inches away from hers as he whispered: "Behave, Madeline, or I'll cancel you myself." With that, he rotated and left the room.

A cruel smile played around Madeline's lips. Her plan worked.

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