| Subject: À la Vie! - Chapter 55 |
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Date Posted: Wednesday, November 17, 09:15:09pm
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Diane
's message, "À la Vie! - Chapter 41+" on Friday, November 05, 11:09:31pm
Madeline was shocked by what had happened at the restaurant, and insisted that Nikita move to a high-security building immediately. Nikita assured her it had been taken care of. Madeline also spoke to Paul Wolfe about Michael’s feelings regarding Salla Vacek and his need for revenge. She wanted Ambassador Vacek psychologically tested or removed from his position. Paul promised he would look into it for her.
Paul Wolfe was a busy man. As the American Ambassador to France, it was his job to represent the United States in a positive light overseas. He was to resolve conflicts and pave the way to harmonic cohabitation with other nationalities within the country.
Today, however, he wore a different hat. From the Perch he looked down past the briefing area to Comm. One of the profilers was running a sim on Salla Vacek and the best way to take him out of play. Once the highest POS was achieved, he would select the team leader, head the briefing, and debrief the mission. Today, he was known as Operations.
Section One had received an unofficial request for help from Interpol. One of their agents, whom Section had used in a Valentine mission, required assistance in neutralizing Salla Vacek, the East Indian ambassador to France. Operations knew Vacek’s comings and goings intimately and, though he had no personal gripe with the man, agreed that he was insane. He granted this favor to the Interpol agent, Volker, who believed he had once been married to one of their operatives, a woman he knew only as Anna Guerner.
* * *
Jurgen was entertaining, as usual. Being the Swiss ambassador to France did have its perks. Women really went for the diplomat thing. The mansion that came with the job didn’t hurt. No, most of the time Jurgen loved his job. All he really had to do was remain neutral. This had been part of the Swiss ambassador’s job for the last 75+ years.
Jurgen was just about to invite his lovely guest upstairs to see his etchings when his phone rang.
“Etienne,” the voice said. “Come in.”
Being an ambassador rocked. Being a Level 5 Operative for Section One, the most covert anti-terrorist group on the planet, sucked.
* * *
News of Salla Vacek’s untimely demise was all over the papers. It appeared that he had been watching television in his den when he suddenly had a heart attack and died. He’d had no history of heart problems, but sometimes these things just happen.
Michael felt obligated to go to see Estrella, but Nikita persuaded him to call her instead. Michael agreed that a phone call was the right decision. Emotions were still too raw. Estrella had lost her grandson, her daughter and now her husband, all in just over a year. Michael and Nikita agreed that Adam should be allowed to visit Estrella as often as possible as soon as he came home.
However, Estrella needed family now, and as soon as Salla’s will was probated, she moved back to India to be with relatives. Salla had left a sizeable trust fund for Adam, one which Michael vowed he would never touch. The money had to be dirty, and he would not have Adam soiled in that way. When Adam was old enough to understand the reason why, Michael would suggest he donate the monies and interest to a charity of his choosing.
* * *
“Are you sure you don’t want to invite your mother to the wedding?” Michael asked again.
“I don’t know how you can even ask me that, after what she did. She sold us out to an assassin, Michael! She chose blood money over her own daughter!”
“The only reason I keep bringing it up is because we’re on the cover of every tabloid known to man. Your mother is bound to see it, and she may try to crash the ceremony. It would be better if she were an invited guest rather than a party crasher,” explained Michael.
“Buy her off,” Nikita said coldly. “It worked before.”
Conceding defeat, Michael picked up the phone to call O’Brien. He knew that Roberta had moved to Miami—it shouldn’t be hard to track her down.
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