|Subject: Whispered Identities - Chapter 238
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Date Posted: Sunday, November 06, 09:17:01pm
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Michael stood next to Nikita, peering through night vision binoculars from their hotel room. Lowering the eyepiece, he sighed.
“You are certain they have not left from that upstairs room Nikita.”
“Michael, I’ve told you...all three arrived two hours ago and nobody has left the house. We should be commencing egress if you want to execute the profile you’ve outlined.”
“Yes....I’ll contact Reilly to leave the hanger and meet us within fifteen minutes.” Michael pressed the encrypted cell phone and gave the command as Nikita stood watching him closely. She wandered over to him and touched his arm.
“What’s wrong? Why are you suddenly worried about this....is it because one of the targets is Vitto Pascalli, Verono’s husband....if so, I realize you worked with her at Interpol, but if her husband is involved with the Society....well.....”
“I’m not worried, just making certain everything is in play....come, we need to set up the ozeman processor now to de-activate their security system.”
Nikita studied Michael closely: there was definitely something bothering him; Michael always took control, never hesitating. She took a deep breath and began assembling the processor with Michael.
~ ~ ~
Twenty minutes later, Michael and Nikita stood in the shadows of an adjoining building to the target house on Rue Bonaparte. Michael whispered into his comm unit.
“Blue team, confirm ingress point on the roof.”
“Blue team in position,” replied Reilly. “Awaiting command to blow the skylights and gain entry.”
“We are ready to approach front entrance....next communication once we obtain entry.” Michael clicked off his comm unit and nodded at Nikita. They darted out onto the cobblestone street and took up position on both sides of the main entrance to the house. Michael nodded again and Nikita inserted a computer card into the door lock. They would know within seconds if the ozeman processor had de-activated the security system. The lock clicked open and Nikita pushed the door open slowly. Michael slipped into the hallway followed by Nikita; they stopped suddenly and looked around. There were no stairs leading to the other two floors.
“What? Where is the staircase we saw on the floor plans,” whispered Nikita.
Michael motioned to follow him down the hallway; his eyes flashing as he sought out any possible means to access the upper floors. At the end of the hall there was a metal door with a keypad on the wall. Michael pointed to the pad and gave Nikita a visual command to keep watch as he pulled a tiny Blackberry from his jacket. Pulling the cover from the keypad, he plugged a firewire intoa four pin outlet within the pad. He quickly tapped a short command onto the Blackberry; the metal door swung open, exposing a small elevator. Pulling the firewire from the keypad, Nikita and Michael slipped into the elevator. The door closed behind them and Michael pushed the button for the third floor. Nikita scanned the ceiling and walls for any signs of video or audio devices: there were none. She leaned into Michael and whispered.
“Lazy devils....not wanting to walk up stairs....imagine an elevator for a three story house,” she grinned.
Michael said nothing; they had reached the third floor and the door was opening. They slid into a narrow hallway; a light glowed from beneath the door of the room at the end of the hall. Michael turned his head to whisper into his comm unit. “Blue team go...get to final mark.”
Within seconds two loud blasts echoed throughout the house with the sound of breaking glass. Michael and Nikita stood on both sides of the target door and Michael kicked in the door. They dove into the room, taking cover behind a large desk and sofa. The men inside the room were screaming and running for cover. Michael stood, pointing his weapon at the men cowering behind the overturned furniture.
“Pascalli, Utzechko....and you there....the Mossad agent....on your feet!” Michael nodded at Reilly. “Check for weapons.”
“Who the fuck are you!” shouted the Mossad agent. “And what the hell are you doing crashing in here....do you have any idea who you are dealing with!”
“Yes....members of the Medussa Society....the so-call secret society....but your identities are not secret any longer and your agenda will no longer be acted upon.”
Vitto Pascalli slowly crawled from beneath an overturned chair and peered at Michael. “I know you! You’re.....you are an Interpol agent....or were one.....ahhhhh....Samuelle....you were at my villa in Milan! Why are you doing this....we know nothing of any society!”
Michael looked at Nikita and motioned for her to leave. “Reilly....execute the profile!” He turned and started for the door; Nikita had remained standing, her eyes flashing; her heart pounding. Michael grabbed her arm and pushed her into the hallway. They entered the elevator and descended to the ground floor. Nikita hesitated at the main entrance and once again Michael clutched her arm, leading her into the street. Suddenly, the sound of three gunshots rang out from the top floor of the house. Nikita looked up and turned to follow Michael across the street and around to a rear entrance of their hotel.
They burst into their room and grabbed bags of computer equipment and the ozeman processor. Scanning the room before closing the door, Michael motioned to Nikita to start for the rear hotel entrance. Their Mercedes appeared suddenly, driven by one of Dalton’s men; he jumped out and assisted in shoving all the equipment and bags into the car’s truck. Michael slid behind the driver’s seat with Nikita in the front and Dalton’s man leaping into the back. The car screeched away over the wet cobblestone street and headed for the airport and hanger where the men had waited with the van. Michael jumped from the car and began pacing the hanger entrance, peering into the darkness. It had begun to rain; he glanced at his watch as Nikita wandered up to his side.
“They’ll be here Michael....I.....why did we leave before the society members were dealt with?”
Michael looked into Nikita’s eyes. “Because I know how you feel about killing in cold blood Nikita....and you will never have to do so.”
“Michael, I realize the whole idea is to eliminate members of the Society....to kill them. Please don’t be protecting my sensibilities.....I understand and am committed to your....our, mission.”
“You were waiting....waiting for something else to happen....I could see in your eyes.”
“If I was hesitating in there....it was not because I was expecting them to fall down on their knees asking for forgiveness...to repent their sins, so to speak....I know you had to have them killed. My hesitation was.....well, maybe I’m off mark a bit from executing missions....from being an agent....it won’t happen again.”
Michael’s eyes flashed over to where Dalton’s man sat on the hood of the Mercedes, fingering his gun. He leaned over to Nikita. “Thank you....we did well tonight....together.”
Nikita smiled. “We always do everything together.....very good.”
Just then the van could be heard approaching the hanger; Dalton’s man jumped down, clutching his gun and Michael pulled his revolver out. The lights on the van blinked acknowledgment and Michael’s comm unit flashed on.
“Blue team profile complete,” shouted Reilly.
The van drove into the hanger and the men jumped out. Michael walked up to Reilly.
“Any anomalies with completing the profile?” questioned Michael.
“None....went like clockwork....are we leaving now or waiting until morning?”
“We will leave now and drive to the safehouse in Zaragoza....I realize it’s a distance but have the men spell off driving.”
“Fine....you want someone to come and spell you off?”
“Yes, perhaps you will join us and leave one of your men in charge of the others in the van,” nodded Michael.
“Certainly.” Reilly motioned to one of his men and gave directions. The men loaded back into the van and pulled out of the hanger. He walked back to the Mercedes and peered into the car. Michael sat behind the driver’s seat with Nikita next to him. They had changed from their mission flak gear into down jackets. Michael motioned to the back seat. “There’s a change of clothes if you like....and some tea in the flask.”
“Thanks,” replied Reilly. “And I can definitely use the sleep now....it’s been a long few days without much kip.” He slid into the rear seat, pulled off his mission jacket and was soon nodding off to sleep. As the Mercedes entered the autostata, heading west towards Spain, Nikita glanced back at Reilly who was now snoring.
“He’s sleeping like a baby.....you’d never know that he’d killed three men an hour ago.”
“Yes....that’s what this business does to people if you’ve been in it long enough....you lose your sensibilities, “ sighed Michael.
“And you....what about you Michael?”
“As long as I have you Nikita....I shall always have one thing to keep me sane....you should try to rest now.”
“I’ll sleep when Reilly takes over.” She slid closer to Michael. “I’ll stay awake....with you.”
The Mercedes streaked through the night.
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