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Date Posted: 00:58:47 05/31/11 Tue
Author: asiacheetah
Author Host/IP: ppp-71-128-195-9.dsl.sndg02.pacbell.net / 71.128.195.9
Subject: Chapter 33 - Michael
In reply to: asiacheetah 's message, "The Recruit (working title) - Michael pre-LFN story" on 03:47:50 04/25/11 Mon

Chapter 33 - Michael

Michael took a quick shower and left the room quietly. He followed the music to the living room, where he found Sophia�s mother dancing to the music. Before he could leave, she turned around and saw him by the doorway.

�Michael! Come dance with me! My husband never wants to dance and I so love to.�

�Thank you, but no.�

�Oh come on Michael, just for a little while, pretty please with cherry on top?�

�Just one dance.�

Sylvia danced into his arms, standing closer than necessary. They danced in silence for a while as Sylvia gradually eased closer until their legs brushed against each other with each step. Finally the song ended and he eased away from her.

�No wait! Have a drink with me.�

�I don�t want to drink on an empty stomach. You go ahead.�

Sylvia pouted coquettishly and replied flirtatiously: �You don�t want me to drink alone do you?�

He didn�t point out that she was already drinking by the time he joined her. He replied politely: �I better go wake Sophia from her nap.�

�Oh did you wear her out? Oh my! I wished I had met someone like you when I was younger. I would be wearing you out instead of the other way around.�

A greedy glint appeared in her eyes as she stepped closer: �I�m still young enough I can give it a go if you like.�

She trailed her fingers down his chest toward his crotch. He captured her hand before it reached his belt and
brought it up to his lips and kissed it. �I wouldn�t be a good boyfriend if I wasn�t faithful to your daughter.�

She simpered and batted her eyes coquettishly: �Well if it doesn�t work out between you two, you know where to find me.�

�I better go and check on Sophia.�

He left the room quickly and resumed his search for the target. He finally found him in the den reading a newspaper. �Good evening.�

Kreshev looked up from his paper and gave him an assessing look before returning the greeting. �Good evening to you as well. Care to join me for a Brandy.�

�Thank you.�

�Be a good lad and pour it yourself will you? It�s in the bar over there.�

�Do you need any more?�

�Sure, top me off.�

He got the two of them drinks before sitting down. �It�s beautiful here.�

�Yes, perks of the job.�

�Sophia tells me you are a diplomat.�

�Yes. I�ve been in Brussels for 3 years, definitely one of my better assignments.�

�Where else have you been located before?�

�Oh everywhere it seems, Asia and South America mostly. Sophia and my wife definitely prefer the sophistication of Europe more.�

�If you don�t mind me asking, what do you do as a diplomat?�

�I coordinate with multiple entities on some top secret matters.�

�That sounds interesting.�

�It�s quite dull really, just a bunch of people comparing who�s is bigger.�

They sipped their drinks in silence for a little while. Kreshev was studying him with an unsettling intensity.

�Sophia tells me you are studying French literature.�

�Yes.�

�Why are you studying that here instead of France?�

�I prefer the university here.�

�Hmm strange, I would have preferred France instead. There are such interesting people and culture there.�

�That�s perhaps true in most countries.�

�Perhaps, depending on whom you consider interesting. I�ve always preferred to indulge in certain circles when I have the chance.�

�What might that be?�

�Oh artists, poets, and writers mostly. They are so�stimulating in their passion and in their complete abandonment and lack of inhibition. Tell me Michael, are you a passionate man?�

There were no mistaking the predatory gleam in Kreshev�s eyes now and what he was interested in. �I like to think so about certain things or people.�

Kreshev held his glass up for a toast: �To passion.�

He held up his glass in a salute: �To passion.�

They both sipped their Brandy before Kreshev leaned closer and brushed his finger against Michael�s lips. He watched as Kreshev place the finger in his mouth and sucked it. �I was wondering if you would like to take a stroll in the garden after dinner.�

Jurgen�s voice crackled on from his Comm piece barking out an order: �Whatever it takes.�

There were no mistaking the order and what he would have to do to obtain closure on the mission.

�I would love to, but I already promised Sophia we would go for a walk afterwards.�

�Another time maybe.�

�Perhaps after Sophia is asleep. Is there a place where no one would disturb us?�

Kreshev smiled unpleasantly: �We can go to my office; no one would interrupt us then.�

He held up his glass in acknowledgment. It was hard keeping the liquor down due to the anxious knot in his stomach at how the day was turning out.

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