Subject:  Oh oh. Mad Maddy's up to her meddling again. Hope M/N are ready for this! |
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Date Posted: 21:58:18 03/27/01 Tue
In reply to:
Asrai
's message, "Mirage - 14" on 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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