Subject:  I Remember Sarah - Chapter 10 |
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Date Posted: Tuesday, August 23, 12:25:29am
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Loveroy
's message, "I Remember Sarah - Chapter 7 forward (NT)" on Sunday, August 21, 01:21:17am
Nikita looked to her left and saw the pretty Asian woman hunching over in the corner of the living room, waiting for the conversation between the blonde and Michael to continue. The lustrous braid, ribbons and all, lay on her lap and contrasted sharply in its unsullied state with the rest of her clothing. But even in her state of disrepair, the woman smelled wonderfully, the orange blossoms scent permeated the room and her deportment was elegance personified.
Michael cast his green eyes towards the same area as the blonde, and of course could not see the same scene as Nikita was experiencing, but could feel the anguish reflected in her face. Nikita’s face was a poem about sorrow, torment and a strange tenderness, showing the hurt brunette that she needn’t worry because someone did care. Nikita was still relatively new to this overwhelming gift and realized she was too emotionally vested, especially when she dealt with Sarah, to do as much as she was sure she could accomplish.
Michael spoke to the unusually quiet Nikita, “She is here isn’t she? I can smell her scent.” He paused and then continued, “Please Nikita, ask her where she is please.”
At Michael’s uncharacteristic anxiety, Simone smiled and cocked her head, raising her brows in an amused expression, and Nikita smiled back while she spoke to Michael, “It doesn’t really work that way Michael. She is here, yes, and she can hear you, so I guess if she wanted to say something to either of us she would be doing just that.”
Michael walked towards the corner Nikita had been starring at and spoke to the empty space, “Please Simone tell me where you are; if I had known you were alive, I would have never given up looking for you. I love you Simone.”
“Michael,” Nikita said, “She is not there any longer, she is standing by the curtains - are you going to let me take care of this?”
Michael turned frustratingly towards Nikita and softly voiced, “All right, we’ll do it your way, just please tell me what you are seeing.”
Nikita a bit pissed at the man’s condescending tone, and obviously not realizing the pain Michael was feeling said, “If this was going to be done my way, I can guarantee that I would not be seeing people that are not really there. I feel like a side-show freak.”
Michael voicing a thought mumbled, “Focus.”
She sighed and continued, “Michael she is standing by the curtains, covering her ears to deflect the sound of the planes and the music - sounds that of course you don’t hear either, okay?” Nikita paused and watched the woman look at Michael and then fade away, “Now she is gone.”
Michael sat on the couch holding his handsome face in his hands while his elbows rested on his knees and whispered, “How like Simone. Just like that, she is gone…”
Nikita felt sorry for the man and moved to his side, “These are just brief windows that I get to see Michael, and she did turn to look at you before leaving. I could see her love for you reflected in her beautiful eyes.” Sighing again she continued, “I am sorry, I wish I knew what this whole puzzle meant.”
Michael sat up looking deep in thought and asked her, “Wait - what curtains?” Nikita looked at Michael confused, so he explained, “There are no curtains in this room, did you mean to say the shades?”
Nikita walked towards the windows and realized he was correct, there were no curtains covering the vast bay of windows, they were covered instead by colorful roman-shades. The side of the room, where Simone had stood moments before and where she had disappeared from, now looked completely different than when Michael’s common law wife had been there. The windows, which before appeared covered by elegant graceful drapes so winter-like in appearance, now looked rigid and warm with their actual ornate summery covering.
While holding the solid silk chord Nikita said, “In the apparition they were transparent curtains that almost looked like crystal, the way they shimmered…”
Michael asked, “Say that again?” He was once more by her side.
Nikita repeated, “In the apparition there were curtains on these windows, Michael.”
Michael corrected, “No, you said they were sheer like glass.”
Nikita again, “Yes, so?”
Michael replied, “Simone’s last mission was against Glass Curtain, a terrorist group that recruited all kinds of young malcontents using the Internet. It was led by Errol Sparks a former symphony conductor, thus the music you heard. Sparks tried through his group to bring Bakunin’s theories to light.” Michael paused, and then asked, “What else, think Nikita, what other clue did Simone bring with her?”
“The braid, the ribbons, her dress…” Nikita said, scratching her head, “Her hair, she cut it before…”
“No, that was to let me know it was her… is she hurt?” Michael asked sadly, his eyes fixed on the space his wife left vacant.
“Yes, she was wearing a black sleeveless dress and her arms and hands are full of bruises, and unlike Sarah and the others, she has not uttered a word. When she sat in that corner,” Nikita pointed towards the space, “She first put up her hand as if trying to ward me off from getting close to her and then covered her ears. I think this time it was more because of the plane noises hurting her ears.”
By this time Michael was on the speakerphone with Seymour Birkoff, asking the young computer geek to research the resurgence of Glass Curtain. Because the request would send up red flags to Paul Wolfe, immediately making him guess who made the petition for Intel, the Level 5 Op advised Birkoff that the inquiry came from the top and it was to be kept strictly classified. Birkoff immediately reported that Operations was considering sending JB to infiltrate Spark’s group because there had been ‘chatter’ that GC was getting ready to hit a major U.S. airport.
When Michael hung up after asking Birkoff to keep him abreast of any activity being reported, Nikita suggested, “I could go in…”
Michael interrupted, “First and foremost, we are not part of the mission or of Section One, and ‘No’ you could not go in, you have baby Sarah to worry about… also you are not in active duty.”
Now it was Nikita’s turn to interrupt and ignore the man’s remarks, “I could probably be more convincing as a disenfranchised youth than say - you. And I am no stranger to Mikhail Bakunin’s anarchist philosophy, after all I have read ‘Tyranny of the State’, ten times; I doubt that J.B. has ever read it."
Nikita then grabbed Michael’s face and turned it towards her, “And, we may not be in Section, but we sure are part of the Organization. Call my Faddah, tell him that you heard ‘chatter’ about a hit and that you want to go in.”
Michael hesitated and for the first time since knowing Nikita, his green eyes sparkled with admiration for the woman, especially when she added, “If you don’t do it, I will…”
Michael spoke, “Thank You Nikita, now if we are going to do this, we cannot let anyone know you are on point.”
The blonde woman smiled at the handsome man and whispered, “Duh!”
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