| Subject: Whispered Identities - Chapter 241 |
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Date Posted: Sunday, January 01, 06:49:38pm
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Lynuslinus
's message, "Whispered Identities - Chapter 237 and forward" on Sunday, October 23, 08:00:17pm
Michael’s cell phone rang and as he reached across the main computer terminal to retrieve it, he glanced at Adrian. She was engrossed in the file she was working on.
“Yes Nikita,” he whispered.
“Hope I’m not interrupting you....thought we might go for a run before lunch...you are going to eat lunch aren’t you Michael?” she smirked.
“Ahhhh, possibly,” he turned his back to Adrian, covering the phone with his hand. “I would have thought you had enough exercise last night....but apparently not,” he whispered.
“Well the fact of the matter is monsieur, I’m a little bored. I need to run off some tension or if you have some work for me to do....well, I could come down and help you and Adrian....your choice.”
Michael waited a few seconds before replying. “My preference would be to come to the suite and help with your tension problem but Adrian and I are working on failsafes for the mission to the chateau. We’re having some difficulty coming up with a plan for ingress....the disguise profile.”
“Hummmm....well, why don’t I go for my run and let my imagination go...who knows, I might come up with an idea.”
“Fine....call me when you return and we can eat a late lunch in the suite.”
“Okay, and if I still need to dispel some tension....perhaps you can help me with that,” she taunted.
Michael twisted in his chair, feeling a growing tightness in his groin. “Ahhhh, yes....perhaps.
Nikita closed her phone and smiled. She ran her tongue over her upper lip as an image of Michael standing naked, fully aroused, drifted before her eyes.
Awwwww.....best go for that run! My gawd why am I so damn obsessed with sex....I’ve never been like this before in my life. The man is possessing me totally.
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On the Normandy coast in France, hidden away in secret chambers at the Chateau Mont St. Michel, Declan Quinn and Raphael Esperanzo sat opposite each on leather armchairs in the 13th century gothic abbey. They remained silent as three other men in the room, George B. Delaney from the CIA, Jean Balcour of the French secret service and Lin Win Won from the Chinese Ministry of State Security paced the large room.
The silence was broken when Delaney pounded his fist on an ancient wooden table containing water and unopened bottles of wine.
“Damn it Esperanzo! Just who in their right mind would attempt to take out members of the Society! It must be some middle eastern terrorist group seeking to raise their profile in the world!”
Raphael Esperanzo remained silent as Declan Quinn rose and wandered to the table; he began to uncork a bottle of French wine.
“Our intelligence reports say no....this is the work of a small group who have a personal vendetta against us. The Israelis are very upset losing one of their top Mossad agents and are working hard to track down the group.”
“Hell no! We don’t want the Israelis snooping into this....or any other agency....surely you can see that! We need to use our own Society members to work on this...too many outsiders poking around will only serve to expose our own agenda,” shouted Delaney.
Raphael Esperanzo lifted his head and nodded. “He’s correct....we must work secretly and dissuade any involvement from all the agencies. I have forwarded all intel regarding the attack in Nice to ‘M’.....he is most upset also.”
Declan Quinn poured wine into crystal goblets and handed each man one. “Not to be disrespectful of ‘M’ but he sits back in his secret world and never gets his hands dirty. I think it’s time for him to come out of hiding and work directly with us....let him get some blood on his hands!”
Esperanzo sipped his wine and placed his glass on a small wooden side table. “‘M’ will never expose his identity....I have frequently requested meetings with him and was always declined. He will remain in the deepest of shadows.”
Lin Win Won shook his head after draining the wine from his glass. “This ridiculous! Mr. M must come forward and assist us now....our remaining Society members cannot combat this group....they have inside information ....no reason for our Russian and Israeli members to die....we will be next! What we expected to do....hide in this abbey the rest of our lives!”
Declan Quinn smiled. “Yes, that would be rather inconvenient....and somewhat defeats the purpose of our organization. Well, Raphael, what do you think....will the old man present himself? After all, he is the head of the Medusa Society....surely it’s time for him to step forward.”
Esperanzo wrung his hand through his hair while shaking his head. “No....we can only consult with him....we are on our own. I am waiting for our sources to advise on any evidence left at the scene.....these people must have left some sign of who they are....all we need is one item and then we will descend upon them, destroy their organization and crush every person.”
The sound of a buzzing mobile phone, pierced the cavernous room; Esperanzo flipped open the phone. “Yes.....I see, send me the scanned photos immediately. Have you checked for every possible detail from the house? Fine, send the photos to my notebook now.”
He looked up at the expectant faces in the room. “Well gentlemen, it seems this hit squad was staying at a small hotel across the street from the house....and left some evidence behind.”
“Evidence?”, questioned Delaney. “.....what kind of evidence....will we be able to determine who they are?”
“We’ll see....my agent is sending photos of the hotel room....” He glanced at his notebook computer on a small desk; the machine began making a pulsing sound as the incoming message began.
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