Subject:  I Remember Sarah - Chapter 22 |
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Date Posted: Friday, October 14, 11:00:06am
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Loveroy
's message, "I Rembmer Sarah - Chapter 22 and forward" on Friday, October 14, 10:37:19am
Michael calmly watched Elena answer the phone and speak in her native tongue to the person on the other side of the receiver. It wasn't as though the woman expected the call from Sallah Vacek, after all her father had not called her in eons. Conversely Elena thought Michael had been doing a great job keeping her safe from her father and his machinations and now this.
Michael however, knew that sooner or later daddy dearest would contact his daughter and make damn sure that only those deserving of her dowry surrounded her. After all, Vacek had planted Helmut the neighbor close by, to keep an eye on Elena not because he cared about his daughter and grandson, but because he didn't want his detestable legacy to fall into undeserving hands. Sallah Vacek was despicable in every facet of his life - personal, business and otherwise; when her mother died Elena became an orphan in the true sense of the word.
Just like Michael had opined to Jones, the absentee father's lieutenant reported about Elena's state of mind and Nikita's obvious depraved agenda to destroy the marriage by pretending to be Michael's sister. Vacek reacted to the news and immediately called his daughter offering support in an attempt to gain access to the woman's husband and if necessary erase him from Elena's life. So now Elena innocently waited for her father's visit after sending Adam at Michael's suggestion, to spend the night at his cousin Seymour's house.
All of Michael's actions and side-missions had Mr. Jones' approval and furthermore Nikita's father was the Level 5 operative's right hand man in this deep blood cover protecting his flank as if by divine intervention. It was Jones' intention, by bringing Nikita into Michael's marital home, to draw out Vacek in an attempt to make the terrorist come to his daughter's rescue. It was time for Michael and Nikita to find their own 'home'.
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The end came quickly to all concerned. Elena after shooting Michael died in a volley of bullets from Michael's team. She now lay lifeless in a pool of blood after defending her father from the Organization's attack by gunning down her own husband. The same father who abandoned her during most of her life now lay dead on the white carpet after meeting his end as Michael had strategiesed. And Michael...
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Chuck and Sarah watched her brother move towards them and Sarah said, "Go back Michael."
Chuck now stood by the entrance to the tunnel waving his friend away and telling him, "You don't belong here, go back."
Michael continued forward, moving slowly through the brightly-lit tunnel not listening to those who warned him off. He looked at peace, no fear or worry in his handsome face, just a glow and a sense of contentment he had not felt since holding Nikita in his arms days earlier. He knew he would miss her and regretted not having told her in detail how he felt about her, and most of all he lamented that their last face-to-face conversation had been so confrontational. He continued advancing towards the gate and thought best to concentrate on the destination and forget about the journey.
The beautiful brunette approached him and slowed down his progress asking, "Where do you think you are going Michael?"
Michael stopped and tried in vain to touch her asking, "Simone, is that really you?"
"You are too early Michael. Wait here if you want to come in, I need to talk to someone in charge before you can be allowed to enter."
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Nikita arrived at her home and called out to Walter and Belinda, but got no answer. She saw a sliver of light beneath the library door and went in surprising the elderly couple who huddled around the phone discussing in a murmur something that was making them grieve. Belinda's hands covered her face as she sobbed uncontrollably; Walter tried to comfort her but was crying himself. Little Sarah slept close by in her pram oblivious to the sadness and the pain.
The spectacle Nikita faced scared and confused her and she looked around for any of her spiritual guides to assure her and communicate with her, but they were not present for the first time in a long time. The older couple hung up the phone and looked at Nikita who stood hooded in a sense of alarm close to her sleeping daughter. Walter stretched his arms to the blonde woman in an invitation to find refuge in his caring embrace. She asked about her father and Adrian, but her premonition overwhelmed her and she folded to the floor like a house of cards at her sudden insight.
"No, not Michael, we haven't had enough time. Noooooooo, Sarah, please, SARAH."
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"Listen to her wail Michael, go home," Sarah yelled at her brother from the gate, "Fight, go back, turn down this premature egression from life and refuse to join us - face your demons brother, beg."
Michael thought it was too late for that now, he was undeserving of asking for favors for he had merited the life he was given to lead and now deserved the fate he was facing. He wondered why he was not frightened by the prospect of spending eternity burning in the hell he earned by building what he thought was a hell on Earth. He further wondered how this Deity he had forsaken most of his life with his actions, would react to Michael's arrival at the Pearly Gates and how fast He would ship the newcomer to the Section in the sky.
Michael moved from leg to leg basking in the brightness of the tunnel and totally immersed in his musings. He sensed rather than felt Simone approaching him again accompanied by a well-dressed man with perfection written all over him and who smiled at a curious Michael. Surprisingly the man addressed Michael in French and he sounded just like he remembered Nikita's father sounding. Simone's companion also looked remarkably like Mr Jones and this gave Michael an additional sense of tranquillity.
"Michael, I must tell you we opted to give me this mien because we thought you would be more comfortable with this form, after all we have not been friends for quite some time."
"And for that I am sorry," Michael answered in total owe of His presence, truly repenting for the only sin that really counted.
"But you see, I have always been aware that you knew I was there for you."
"Guarding my flank - I know," Michael reverently said.
"Now let's talk about this visit, shall we?"
Michael dared to say, "Is it just a visit, or should I get an asbestos suit at the nearest Walmart?"
A thunderous clap of laughter filled the heavens, "I have often wondered why so few appreciated your dry sense of humor; I must confess this was the reason I sent you the Irreverent Nikita. You do know you are one of my favorites…"
Michael smiled and again dared to comment, "I bet you say that to all the..."
Laughter interrupted the remark, "Now... let's see, where were we?"
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