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Date Posted: 14:45:32 03/24/01 Sat
Mirage - 14
Madeline deleted the phone connection and stared at her bonsai trees. So small, so easy to manipulate...
Today, she'd get her revenge she'd waited so long for. In destroying Elena she could show Michael and Nikita that they were still in Section and that it was still deadly to mess with her plans.
Elena stood before Madeline's office, collecting herself. In her time in Section, the hours she'd spent with Madeline had been the scariest. The older woman wasn't unfriendly or rude. But she had an aura around her that made Elena want to run in the opposite direction almost every time she saw her. But the second in command had called her immediately to her office after she and Alex had returned, which increased her nervousness.
Hesitantly she punched in her code and entered the office.
"Sit down, Elena." Madeline smiled as she stepped in, as always. She sat down somewhat anxiously, straightened her skirt and twisted her fingers. It was a bad habit she'd tried to get rid of because it showed her emotions too clearly- without success. Was it imagination or seemed Madeline's eyes colder that the other days?
Madeline chose her next words carefully.
"Over the last few months you've developed well. We are very pleased with your progress. However, we think it's time for you to know the truth."
The truth? About what? Elena's anticipation grew. Had this to do with Nikita? Or the men who had killed Adam?"
"Your recruitment was no coincidence. You were registered in our databases long before your imprisonment. Elena, what do you know about your father?"
That caught her off guard. Her father?
"He left my mother and me when I was a child" she whispered hoarsely, "He... he died five years ago."
"How?" Madeline inquired. She already knew the answer, but she wanted to see Elena telling about it herself.
She swallowed. Hard. It still hurt, after all these years. "He was shot. When he- when he visited me in the hospital. It was an accident. He worked undercover for the government and a hostile organisation found out his true identity and killed him."
Section had excelled itself with this mission and the aftermath of it. Even Vacek's own daughter believed the story Section had set up for her. Hilarious. Vacek, an undercover agent for the government.
It explained everything: his absence, no traces of him anywhere, his hesitation to meet his only child. Perfect. It was almost a pity Madeline had to destroy this picture perfect for Elena. Almost.
She waited a moment, then smiled a fake compassionate smile.
"Yes, that was told you. It's wrong. Salla Vacek, your father, was a terrorist. He was one of the most dangerous men in the world. Section One tried to find him or links to him for years."
To say she was shocked was an understatement. Elena breathed out sharply, a ragged, agonized breath. She tried to look at Madeline but the room had begun to blur and Madeline's words kept spinning in her head.
Father... terrorist... dangerous... terrorist... terrorist... terrorist...
That was expected. Shock, labored breathing, confusion, paleness... the analyst in Madeline noticed Elena's reaction automatically and dispassionately. A tiny part of her, a part which she believed dead, screamed that this wasn't right, that this was cruel... However, just a tiny part Madeline had learned to ignore a long time ago. But she gave the other woman some time before the next blow, a blow which would shatter herself and her world into thousand pieces, irrevocably.
Long minutes passed, minutes that stretched into eternity... Finally Elena managed to say:" How? How did you find him?"
"We had pressure on him by your illness. As you know, he came and was cancelled immediately."
Eyes full of unshed tears that would flow later she lifted her gaze slowly. "No... no, you had no- how did you know I was ill? It was so sudden. You had no time... unless Nikita- had Nikita something to do with this? Was she sent to watch me?"
"No." Madeline saw Elena's pale, anguished face and had to suppress a smile. "No, Nikita was an accident. To be honest, she almost destroyed the cover which was set up much earlier. No, the operative to watch you was another person."
Madeline's serene face.
The almost inaudible hum of her notebook.
Her perfect manicured fingernails, clasped together.
The gray wall behind her.
A soft whisper. "Who?"
"Your husband. Michael Samuelle."
And the world broke apart.
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