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Date Posted: Friday, September 16, 04:59:46pm
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's message, "The Healing Touch II - Chapter 20 +" on Friday, September 16, 04:55:50pm
Chapter 19
Michael knew that he had heard a door open and close. It was near him. It was the first sound he had heard since being imprisoned. He just prayed they hadn’t taken Nikita.
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“The electrodes are merely a backup my dear. I have a lovely drug here that some of my Russian friends have developed that they say has excellent results with getting the truth from difficult people, even someone from Section one. It can have some nasty side effects I am told, we will have to wait and see.”
He injected her and walked away telling the guard, “I’ll be back in a few minutes with Michael. We’ll let him watch. For now the drug needs to permeate her system.”
*****
Marcali had his men drag Michael into the room and as much as Michael tried to be stoic he felt his heart lurch at the sight of Nikita strapped to the table in the middle of the room. She had blood on her face and Michael realized that Marcali had already spent time with her. She was silent and Michael hoped she was unconscious, at least then she wouldn’t be feeling any pain.
But Marcali walked in and slapped her on the face quickly rousing her from any stupor that she may have been in. Once Michael was safely secured to the wall he then stepped just out of any reach of the operative to tell him, “Michael. I trusted you. I don’t like to have my trust misplaced.” Michael stared blankly at the man. “I realize that attempting to get anything out of you Michael would be a waste of time and energy on my part. So, instead I will talk with your beautiful protégé about Section and see what she has to say.”
Marcali flipped the table so that Nikita was vertical once again, her head hung down and she moaned with the movement. “Oh, my dear, feeling the effects of the drug I gave you?”
A weak voice replied, “Yes.”
“Very good, now you and I are going to talk. I’m going to ask questions and you are going to answer them.”
Nikita lifted her head and Michael had to hold himself in check with all the focus that he had. She was ghastly pale, deep hollows around her eyes, she looked horrible and his heart ached for her and her pain. He saw the electrodes attached to her and he swore with all his soul that if Marcali used those on her he would tear the man to shreds with his bare hands. She saw Michael but it was almost like his presence didn’t register with her and she looked at Marcali, “You can go to hell.”
Michael inwardly rejoiced at her inner determination, it showed that she was still there, still with him.
“Yes, I suppose some day I will. But before then, let’s get to the questions. So, my dear Nikita, how long have you worked for Section.”
There was a long pause and then finally Michael heard her mumble, “Don’t work for Section.”
“But of course you do. That’s why you and your friends are here. You are friends with Michael right?”
“Yes.”
“And Mick?”
“Yes.”
“And you are here to convince me to merge my company with Wolfe Enterprises, that was your mission correct?”
“Yes.”
“So how long have you been at Section One?”
“Never there.”
Michael could see Marcali’s impatience growing. He needed to diffuse the man in some way, “She does not work for Section.”
Marcali looked at Michael, “Really? And why would I believe you? You’ve lied to me from the moment you arrived.” He turned back to Nikita, “Let’s try something a little different. Nikita, does Michael work for Section?”
“Yes.”
“He told you this?”
“Yes.”
“Are you in love with him?”
“Yes.”
“Is he in love with you?”
“Yes.”
“Interesting. So Michael no amount of torture would get you to talk about Section, I know that. But, what if I hurt her?”
Oh God no, Michael thought to himself. Please not that. I couldn’t stand that. Please don’t hurt her.
Marcali nodded at the man over by the door who took out a panel and pushed a button and suddenly Nikita was screaming out in pain as voltage poured through her body from the electrodes attached to her. Her back arched and her head was thrown back and the primal scream that was ripped from her was one that Michael would hear in his nightmares for years to come.
Finally it stopped and Nikita slumped against her restraints. She made not a sound but her stomach expelled what little precious fluid there was in her and it dribbled down the front of her as Michael watched.
“Not pretty was it Michael? Would you like me to do it again?”
Michael felt the most intense hatred for another human being that he could imagine, he wanted nothing more than to destroy the piece of shit standing in front of him, but he couldn’t. Not yet. But he knew that he would and with that piece of information firmly implanted in his mind he replied, “No.”
“I didn’t think so. So Michael you work for Section One. You are one of their top operatives aren’t you?”
“Yes.” He told him through gritted teeth.
“And you’re going to tell me what I want to know about Section One?”
“What do you want to know?”
“No, the game isn’t played that way Michael. You don’t answer my question with a question!” Marcali pulled a gun out from under his jacket and shot Michael in the upper thigh. Michael yelled at white, hot pain that shot through him even though he tried not to.
Nikita stirred from her unconsciousness at the sound of Michael’s scream, “Michael? Oh, God it hurts Michael.”
“Nikita? It’s all right.”
“Shut up! Both of you.” Marcali was loosing his patience and that made him even more dangerous.
Michael stayed silent, but Nikita could not. Whether it was the drugs that had been injected into her or the pain she was in she murmured and slurred, “Michael? Are you all right? I love you. Please Michael. Please be all right.”
Marcali slapped her viciously across the face and yelled, “Shut up!”
“Take her back to her cell. She’s of no use to me now.”
Two of the guards removed the restraints and then carrying Nikita by her shoulders and feet carried her out of the room even as she still mumbled in her stupor for Michael.
*****
“Ma’am I believe we have location on the missing team.”
“Where?”
“Abandoned factory, twelve miles from removal point.”
“Hostiles?”
“Yes ma’am. Heavily guarded.”
“You’ll have a snap profile in four minutes. Expect transmission. Maintain placement until then.”
“Yes Ma’m.”
Cecelia called down to Comm, “You got that?”
“Yes. We’re working it.”
“You have three minutes.”
“Yes ma’am.”
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