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Date Posted: 06:37:01 11/25/06 Sat
Author: taurus2124
Author Host/IP: wnpp-p-144-134-167-83.prem.tmns.net.au / 144.134.167.83
Subject: Chapter 86
In reply to: taurus2124 's message, "The Rising Dragons ... continued ..." on 06:45:06 11/18/06 Sat

Chapter 86


Seated in the spacious limousine provided for their journey, Michael and Nikita made their way to the private airport to board Madame Cheung’s Lear jet which had been placed at their disposal for the trip to Bangkok. It was not long before the sleek vehicle soon neared its destination and the waiting aircraft on the tarmac. The limousine pulled up beside a state of the art Lear jet that was being readied for their take off. Alighting from the limo Michael held the door open for Nikita to step out and they approached the aircraft where the plane’s hatch lay open. Standing at the foot of the plane’s steps Michael cast a look around the surrounding area before boarding the jet. He followed Nikita up the steps where they were warmly welcomed on entering the cabin.

“Good evening Monsieur LeDeaux, mademoiselle. Welcome aboard.”

“Thank you.”

“Please take your seats, we will be leaving momentarily.”

Moving into the luxuriously appointed cabin, Michael and Nikita took seats opposite each other then settled in for the flight to Bangkok and their meeting with Madame Cheung. No sooner had they taken their seats than the pilot alerted them to their imminent departure.

“We’re preparing for take off!”

As the jet slowly taxied out of its holding zone, the hostess ran through the safety procedures for the jet’s two VIP passengers. The Lear jet made a right turn then a left before gliding along the main runway in preparation for its takeoff procedure. It hovered on the runway for its turn for departure but waited for another aeroplane to land before clear skies indicated it was safe to begin its takeoff.

“Would all cabin crew please take your seats?”

The hum of the engines roaring to life echoed through the cabin as Michael and Nikita both fastened their seatbelts. The jet began its takeoff as it gathered more and more speed along the tarmac. Inside the cabin, the two passengers and staff were thrown back into their seats as lift-off occurred and the Lear jet gained more height in the air. Veering to the left in a gentle sweep of the airport gave those on board a clear picture of the ground below. The buildings and surrounds soon diminished in size as the Lear jet gained more and more altitude until finally levelling off and disappearing into the clouds.

Michael and Nikita were finally winging their way to Bangkok on Madame Cheung’s private aircraft to rendezvous with the doyen of the Rising Dragons. Her fate was now in their hands.

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Nikita cast a glance Michael’s way as the hostess made an appearance with refreshments once the Lear jet had settled into its correct flight pattern.

“Excuse me Monsieur what would you care to drink?”

“Red wine will be fine.”

“Certainly ... And you mademoiselle?”

“The same thank you.”

“I will be serving your evening meal in the dining room to the rear of the jet shortly Monsieur LeDeaux, so perhaps you would care to have your drinks there as well.”

“Thank you, but I have some pressing business that I need to conclude before dining.”

“As you wish sir. Shall I return in a half an hour?”

“Yes.”

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As the Lear jet levelled off, with its nose aimed for Bangkok, Michael placed his personal computer on the table between them and began working at his laptop. He typed in an access code that gave him an open line with Birkoff and which would alert him to the route the jet was travelling.

“What are you doing?” Nikita asked looking over at him.

“Contacting Birkoff.”

“Why?”

“I'm running Intel for the jet’s flight path.”

“Why can’t he just download it?”

“Birkoff needs to confirm the transmission, then he’ll re-route it back to me.”

“Ahhh.” Nikita's face had a far-away expression, thinking about what may be happening back at Section. “It must be pretty crazy back there. You know what Birkoff’s like.”

His non verbal reply indicated that Michael had his mind on other things so she settled in to read a magazine while he contacted Section One. Nevertheless, Michael glanced up at Nikita and watched as she read her magazine.

Sensing his scrutiny, she looked up just as he looked away. For a moment she too watched him work. The faint greenish glow of his computer screen cast a muted light over him revealing the concentration etched on his face as Michael continued his task. He didn't look up from his screen even though he knew Nikita was studying him. She took note of the matter-of-fact determined manner of his disposition. Michael was Section through and through and when it came to dotting his i’s and crossing his t’s, he left nothing to chance. She watched as he poured over the computer screen. Nikita had covertly studied him many times on their return from or going to a mission. Michael usually pulled up some profiles he’d been working on or wrote his report while in transit. He hardly ever slept if at all. He was always doing something that concerned the mission. That is why his team members survived ... because he was diligent just as he was now. A sombre expression crossed her face thinking of the times he had rescued her.

But more importantly ... she watched his eyes. They darted across the screen as his fingers quickly typed on the keyboard, so absorbed on his task; it was as if he had blocked everything else out of his mind.

But had he really?

At that moment Michael stopped what he was doing, glanced up and studied Nikita's expression before capturing her gaze with his penetrating glance. Their eyes locked and she could only swoon at the depth of feeling his look imparted. Caressing her face his gaze lingered on her mouth before returning to her luminous eyes. An exhilarating blush rose to her cheeks as Nikita held his look with one of her own. He appeared to be about to tell her something but didn’t need to utter a word. A silent communication where no words were necessary passed between them. With his one piercing look Michael had managed to say everything she had wanted to hear and more.

However, as Nikita’s eyes absorbed his look, Michael’s comm. unit began to beep.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Back at Section One Birkoff sat at his computer station snacking on Oreos. He was fidgety as usual whenever he was waiting for something that was too slow coming through and was full of pent up energy as he waited for Michael’s communiqué that would enable him to track the jet’s flight plan. He was getting a little angsty when nothing appeared on his computer screen and alerted Michael in case there was a problem.

“Michael?”

Michael however, ignored his question until Birkoff’s worried voice again intruded into their moment once more.

“Michael, are you there?”

“Yes, Birkoff?”

“Michael ... I’m not receiving ...Type PS dash E.”

“OK.”

Birkoff pushed his glasses back up his nose as he watched his monitor. “Still nothing Michael ... All right type this in too ... Kill, space, minus nine, space, 313 ... Okay? You got that? ... That should do it.”

“Anything yet?”

“Not yet ... but it has to filter through.”

After a short time a red dot showed up on his computer screen. A relieved Birkoff replied, “Michael ... we have the coordinates.”

He sat back in his chair and watched the computer do its work. His main frame computer had picked up the jet’s fight trail like a homing beacon. Once the coordinates appeared on his monitor, Birkoff was now able to track its sonic waves as the jet winged its way across the sky on its flight towards Bangkok with Michael and Nikita on the next phase of their mission to capture Madame Cheung.


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Play on text from ... Simone and Inside Out

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