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Date Posted: 21:53:01 05/27/11 Fri
Author: asiacheetah
Author Host/IP: ppp-71-128-195-9.dsl.sndg02.pacbell.net / 71.128.195.9
Subject: Chapter 32 - Michael - Rated M for mature
In reply to: asiacheetah 's message, "The Recruit (working title) - Michael pre-LFN story" on 03:47:50 04/25/11 Mon

Chapter 32 – Michael – Rated M for mature

They were on their way to Sophia’s parents’ home in Woluwe Saint Pierre, a suburb of Brussels. Michael glanced over to Sophia who was singing on the top of her lungs to Wilson Phillips’ Hold On.

I know this pain
Why do lock yourself up in these chains?
No one can change your life except for you
Don't ever let anyone step all over you
Just open your heart and your mind
Is it really fair to feel this way inside?

Sophia glanced over at him grinning: “Sing it with me, Michael!”

He shook his head at Sophia who was bopping her head to the beat.

Some day somebody's gonna make you want to
Turn around and say goodbye
Until then baby are you going to let them
Hold you down and make you cry
Don't you know?
Don't you know things can change
Things'll go your way
If you hold on for one more day
Can you hold on for one more day
Things'll go your way
Hold on for one more day

Sophia started drumming the steering wheel while bouncing in her seat. He shot a look of admonition for her to pay attention to the road. She just grinned impishly back at him.

You could sustain
Or are you comfortable with the pain?
You've got no one to blame for your unhappiness
You got yourself into your own mess
Lettin' your worries pass you by
Don't you think it's worth your time
To change your mind?

Sophia continued singing as he went over the mission sequence in his mind. If all goes according to plan, they will acquire the material and target before the weekend is over. This farce of pretending to be Sophia’s caring boyfriend will end. It remains to be seen whether this knot of guilt lodged deep in his gut will also go away.

He looked down as Sophia took hold of his hand and brought it up to her lips and kissed him. He glanced over to Sophia who was smiling, her eyes shining with love and adoration. The knot of guilt twisted even deeper, knowing that despite how many times Section might tell him the end justifies the means, it doesn’t make it any easier to destroy an innocent. He suppressed the thought and focused back at the mission at hand.

“Thank you for coming with me, Michael.”

“You’re welcome. Is there anything I should know before we arrive?”

“Not really. My parents are your typical dysfunctional nut cases. Mom likes her martini and dad is a workaholic. He’ll probably be in his office most of the weekend.”

“He must have a demanding job.”

“I guess so. He doesn’t talk about it often.”

“You don’t know what he does?”

“No. His office is like a vault. None of us are allowed to go in there.”

“You’ve never tried to sneak in?”

“No, it’s secured so that only dad can go in.”

“Sounds mysterious.”

“Don’t worry; I’ll keep you plenty busy.” Sophia wiggled her eyebrows at him with exaggerated lasciviousness.

“Wouldn’t your parents mind if we share a room?”

“I’m a grown woman and I want what I want.”

He smiled at her and teased: “I think I’ve created a monster.”

She grinned broadly at him: “It’s your fault that you are totally addicting.”

He dead panned: “I’ll do my best to curb that craving.”

“Will I be able to walk after you’re done administrating the cure?”

“No promises.”

She laughed in response: “Oh Michael, I love you so much!”

He ignored the feeling of guilt and lied: “I love you too.”

They drove in companionable silence until they reached her parents home. He noted the security guards and surveillance cameras at the gate. The house was set back 100 feet from the gate and fencing on all directions. The areas surrounding the house were cleared of all visual obstructions, making a covert attack difficult.

The front door opened as they pulled to a stop in front of the house. A middle age woman stepped out waving at them. The woman must have been quite pretty when she was younger. However, the woman was desperately trying to hang on to her youth by wearing clothes that are too tight and more suited for someone her daughter’s age. Sophia parked the car and got out to greet her mother who hugged her eagerly.

Sylvia: “My baby’s come home!”

Sophia: “Happy birthday mom. Where’s dad?”

Sylvia: “He’s in his office where else? Now introduce me to this fine young man.”

Sophia: “Mom, this is my boyfriend Michael. Michael, this is my mom Sylvia.”

“It’s nice to meet you.” Michael extended his hand toward the mother who pulled him closer and hugged him while offering her cheeks for kisses. He obliged and kissed her cheeks then stepped back.

Sylvia: “Oh my! Sophia where did you find this beautiful Adonis?”

Sophia: “Michael goes to the university.”

Sylvia: “Ah to be young again. Come in! Come in!”

They walked into the foyer where they were met with Sophia’s father. The target was a man in his late 50s with sharply pronounced features and calculating eyes. The man studied him with cool appraisal before pasting a fake cold smile on his face.

Emilio: “Sophia welcome home. Come give your daddy a hug.”

Sophia dutifully hugged her father before returning to Michael’s side. “Daddy, this is Michael, my boyfriend. Michael this is my dad Emilio.”

He extended his hand to the target who grasped it in an overly hard grip.

Emilio: “Good, a firm grip, a sign of a strong man.”

Sophia: “Daddy, if dinner isn’t ready for a while, I want to show Michael around the house.”

Emilio: “Go ahead. Dinner will be in an hour.”

Sylvia: “Don’t wear him out too much before dinner.”

Sophia: “Mom!”

Sophia led him away and showed him around the first floor. Michael noted the location of the target’s office with its digital pad and voice panel. He also noticed laser scanners around the door, which can only be deactivated when the security is disengaged. While they were in the den adjacent to the father’s office, he planted a digital scanner on the shared wall in an unobtrusive corner.

They went upstairs to Sophia’s room, which was still decorated for an adolescent girl, reminding him of how young she was. She drew him into the room and locked the door behind them before throwing herself into his arms for a thorough kiss.

“I hope my parents didn’t bother you. They can be very embarrassing.”

“They’re fine.”

“I think you already won over them.”

“Oh?”

“Well daddy didn’t object when I took you upstairs and mom looks like she was busy eyeing your butt. Not that I can blame her, it IS a beautiful as*s.”

She slipped her hand into his back pockets and squeezed his buttocks. She leaned closer and rubbed herself against him. “We have an hour before we have to go downstairs.”

He calculated the best scenario to proceed before responding: “Then we’ll make the most of it.”

He drew her closer and kissed her deeply. She moaned against his lips as he backed her toward the bed before they both dropped on top of it. Using all the knowledge he’s gained over the past 3 weeks, he quickly brought her to fulfillment until she passed out senseless.

He extricated himself and covered her with the sheets before quickly getting dressed. He grabbed his overnight bag and went inside the bathroom before turning on the faucet to muffle any noise. He took out the Comm device from bag and hooked it behind his ear.

“Dusty, I’m in.”

Dusty: “Okay, we’re scanning.”

Jurgen: “How does it look?”

“The office is secured by a palm print and voice activated ID. There’s also laser sensors around the door that most likely wired to the security system.”

Dusty: “Confirmed. The system is secured so that only Kreshev’s voice ID and handprint in his temperature range will work.”

Jurgen: “Is there a way to bypass the system?”

Dusty: “Negative.”

Michael: “What if I can get his palm print and voice captured on tape?”

Dusty: “That might be possible, but we’ll need time.”

Jurgen: “We don’t have time. Michael, you’re going to have to use Kreshev to gain entry.”

Michael: “That might be difficult since he doesn’t let anyone into the office.”

Jurgen: “I don’t want to hear any excuses. Get it done.”

Michael: “Affirmative.”

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