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Date Posted: 01:03:18 05/31/11 Tue
Author: asiacheetah
Author Host/IP: ppp-71-128-195-9.dsl.sndg02.pacbell.net / 71.128.195.9
Subject: Chapter 34 - 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 34 – Michael – Rated M for mature

Dinner was a long and uncomfortable ordeal. Sylvia made come hither stares across the table all night as she attempted to play footsie with him. Kreshev looked on with smug amusement as he gave him conspiratory knowing looks. Sophia was blissfully oblivious of the various undertones as she chatted happily about school and her life in college.

Finally, dinner was over and they moved to the living room to open Sylvia’s presents. Sylvia made a big show of opening the present and hugging and kissing each of them in thanks. She purposely ‘missed’ his cheeks and ended up kissing him in the lips. An accident made more suspect by the tongue she surreptitiously shoved in his mouth.

They finally excused themselves and left Sylvia to drink alone in the living room and Kreshev retreated to his office. Once they returned to the room, he poured a glass of wine for Sophia and slipped a sleeping pill in it. He led her to the bed and covered her with a blanket. He watched as she fell asleep, knowing this was the last time he will ever see her. He will not miss her, but he regret knowing that she will never be the same trusting girl he first met.

He got ready as he waited for the house to quiet down and for the staff and Sylvia to go to bed. He notified Dusty to let him know he was starting the mission sequence and made his way to the target’s office. He knocked softly at the door and waited for it to open, taking a fortifying breath in preparation.

Kreshev opened the door wide, grinning lasciviously while he let Michael in. He took an inventory of the office noticing the blinds were closed and the lights dimmed. The computer was on the opposite side of the room near the fireplace. A fire was roaring, casting shadows as the flames leaped, making the room look like the seventh circle of hell.

Kreshev moved behind him and ran a hand across his shoulder and up into his hair. He tilted his head to the side as Kreshev kissed his throat. Kreshev’s breath blew hot against his ear as he murmured: “Do you know what I thought as soon as I saw you?”

“What?”

“Mine. I will do anything to make you mine. I was prepared to offer you anything, including a lot of money just so I can touch you.”

Kreshev ran his hand down Michael’s back before gripping his buttock hard. Michael stepped forward, away from the grasp and turned around to face the target.

“I don’t need any of that.”

“Yes, you’re quite extraordinary.”

Kreshev stepped closer to caress Michael’s face. He took a deep breath before closing the distance between them and kissed the target. Kreshev moaned against his lips as he drew him tight in his embrace. Kreshev ran his tongue lightly around the seam of his mouth seeking entry. When he wouldn’t open his mouth, Kreshev buried his fingers into his hair and tugged demandingly.

They moved toward the couch and collapsed onto it, with Kreshev brutally kissing him. He made no move to stopped Kreshev as he ran his hand down his chest to cup a possessive hand over his crotch. He didn’t stop Kreshev as he unbuttoned his pants and buried his hand inside. He winced involuntarily as Kreshev gripped him too tightly.

Kreshev started trailing a kiss down his neck. He buried his hand in the target’s hair and brought his head up to meet his kiss. Gradually, Kreshev’s grip lessoned and he started leaning forward losing consciousness. He shoved Kreshev back and extricated himself from his embrace. He peeled the chemical applied to his lips and applied alcohol to remove all trace of it.

“Dusty I’m in.”

Dusty: “Good. Move the target to the computer and apply the palm print.”

He hauled Kreshev to the chair and secured his arms and legs. He placed the target’s hand to the scanner and waited for the computer to boot up. While he waited, he removed the security device from the target.

“Okay Dusty, it’s on.”

Dusty: “Okay, type in the following: Kill, space, minus-nine, space, 313.”

“It’s asking for a security code.”

Jurgen: “Wake him up.”

Michael withdrew a hypodermic needle and injected the target. The shot of adrenaline was fast acting and Kreshev woke within seconds, moaning in pain. As Kreshev continued waking up, he unbuttoned the target’s pants and shoved it down to his ankle.

“What are you doing?”

He ignored the question as he placed tourniquets around the target’s balls and penis. He straightened and looked coldly as he drew a knife from his pocket. “You will cooperate or I will be removing pieces of you one at a time.”

Kreshev turned pale in horror as he sputtered: “Who are you?”

“You don’t need to know that. All you need to know is that I’m prepared to torture and kill you if you don’t cooperate. Do you understand?”

Kreshev started crying, all his previous arrogance gone as he nodded his head desperately.

“Good. I need the password to your computer.”

“It’s 1 backslash KUV dash 69.”

He typed in the code leading to the next prompt, which asked for voice identification. He looked at the target threateningly who instantly complied at gave the proper voice prompt. He installed the router to transmit the information to Section.

Dusty: “Okay, got it. Michael, destroy the computer files.”

He placed magnetic pads to the computer tower, which wiped out all the files. He leaned down and drew the knife toward the target’s groin.

“No! No! Please don’t!”

“Be quiet.”

Kreshev was sobbing with snot running down his nose as his eyes bulged in terror. He leaned down again and cut the tourniquets off before drawing his pants up. He stepped back and drew his gun and held it aimed to the target.

“You will do exactly as I say and I won’t kill you.”

“I have money, I can pay you. Please don’t hurt me!”

“I told you I don’t need any of that. Just do what I command and I won’t kill you. Do you understand?”

“Y..yes.”

“Good.”

He freed Kreshev from the chair and guided him out of the office. They made their way outside to the garage and got in Kreshev’s car.

“Drive.”

They drove slowly down the driveway and waved at the security guard stationed there. Once they were out of sight from the guards, he commanded Kreshev to pull over.

“Get out.”

“Wait, please don’t hurt me!”

He trained his gun to Kreshev again and repeated calmly: “Get out.”

“Okay, okay, take it easy.”

They stood by the road where Kreshev fidgeted at Michael’s continued silence.

“Who are you? What are you going to do? What are we doing here?”

“Be quiet.”

Kreshev swallowed hard and looked at him warily.
The Section van arrived 10 seconds later and the target was quickly secured and led into it. Michael climbed in and met Jurgen’s cold eyes, who gave a curt nod of approval. The ride back to Section was silent and uneventful.

*****

“Hey Michael, welcome back. How did the Phenobarbital application work out?”

“It’s not fast acting enough.”

“Oh? I’ll tweak it and make the dose stronger.”

“Thank you.”

*****

He finished the mission debriefing and made his way toward his quarters. He felt like taking a shower to wash the memories of the last 3 weeks away, but he knew no amount of water and soap would ever erase it from his memory.

Caroline stopped him on the way to inquire after him. “How are you doing Michael?”

“I’m fine.”

“I know these long term seduction scenarios are hard. It’s understandable if you developed an attachment to the target.”

“I didn’t.”

His answer surprised Caroline who stammered: “You didn’t form an attachment?”

“No.”

“But you seemed to really care about the girl’s well being.”

“That was the role I was tasked to make. You wrote the profile that way.”

“Yes, yes I did.”

They looked at each other awkwardly in silence.

“Is that is all?”

“Yes.”

Caroline looked troubled as he left her and continued his progress. Dusty flagged him down before he could get much further and informed him that Jurgen was looking for him in systems. He made his way and found his trainer looking at mission sims.

“You wanted to see me?”

Jurgen leaned back in his chair and steeple his fingers and coolly regarded his student. “The mission went as planned and ahead of schedule. You are to be commended.”

“Thank you.”

“Tell me Michael, what would you have done if I had told you to sleep with the target?”

“If it was within mission parameter, I would have done what was necessary.”

“It’s a good thing then that we had you seduce the daughter instead of the father. Had we known about Kreshev’s side interests, we would have gone about it differently. Instead of f**king a naïve teenager, Kreshev would have f**ked you instead.”

He quietly regarded his trainer without rising to the bait.
Jurgen gave him a disgusted look before dismissing him: “Elsbeth wants to see you in the white room.”

He nodded in acknowledgement and left quickly.

*****

He entered the room where Kreshev was secured to the chair with his head hanging in defeat. Elsbeth turned toward him and stated calmly: “The debriefing is over. We have no further use of him.”

She left without another word and left him alone with the target. At the sound of the door closing, Kreshev raised his head to look at Michael. With the last of what spirit he had left, he spat out: “You seduced my daughter to gain access to me. How can you do that to an innocent girl?”

“Don’t pretend that you had your family in mind when you sold sensitive intel to terrorists, which led to the death of countless of innocent people.”

Kreshev stared back at him defiantly and unrepentant. He continued: “Don’t pretend that you were thinking of your daughter tonight in your office.”

The indignant air dissipated and Kreshev slumped in defeat. “What’s going to happen to them?”

“Nothing. They believe that we died in a vehicle accident.”

Kreshev’s head snapped up in disbelief before asking: “Really? You will do that?”

“We didn’t do it for you. Besides, they will be better off without you.”

Kreshev nodded his head with resignation. “What’s going to happen to me now?”

He didn’t respond as he drew a gun and shot Kreshev twice in the head. He had wondered if he would feel relief at having removed a scum like Kreshev from the world. He didn’t feel anything though, not triumph or disgust or despair. He felt nothing inside as he realized that the world thought he was dead and it was true in more ways than that.

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• asiacheetah..... -- Hannah, 00:07:30 06/13/11 Mon
  • Thank you Hanna! -- asiacheetah, 01:16:17 06/14/11 Tue