| Subject: Whispered Identities - Chapter 243 |
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Date Posted: Thursday, January 19, 08:02:06pm
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Lynuslinus
's message, "Whispered Identities - Chapter 237 and forward" on Sunday, October 23, 08:00:17pm
Esperanzo, Quinn, and Delaney stood before the laptop wide screen studying the photos being transmitted from the small hotel on Rue Bonaparte, the hotel where Michael and Nikita had stayed. Quinn motioned to the Chinese state security minister to join them; he waved his hand no and stood staring out at the Gulf Saint Malo and the connecting causeway to the Chateau Mont St. Michel. Esperanzo spoke into his mobile phone to the agent transmitting the images from the hotel.
“What exactly have you found? All we see is a untidy hotel room.”
“Sir, the forensics agent has found hair samples on the bed.”
“....and? Can he perform a DNA search on site....he can connect to the Interpol database.”
“Yes sir but we need to return to the van and use the analysis equipment on board and send the data to Interpol. Do you want us to undertake this now?”
Declan Quinn grabbed the cellphone from Esperanzo. “Yes you damn fool! And do it fast...we will be standing by for the information!”
“Yes sir....leaving for the van now!”
The phone clicked off and the computer screen went blank. Delaney shook his head in disgust. “What the hell kind of agents do you have out there Raphael....they need to be told what to do with hair samples....for gawd sake!”
“The DNA analysis may not show anything but I will advise Interpol to forward the information to ‘M’ immediately.....he must be advised also.”
“Look, if Mr. ‘M’ is choosing to let us do all the dirty work, why waste time sending information to him....we are the ones requiring the information,” demanded Quinn.
Esperanzo glared at Quinn. “You forget who is really in charge Quinn....’M’ is the supreme leader of the Society....you cross him or not keep him informed....it will be at your....our peril!”
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Michael and Nikita had eaten an early dinner, joined by Adrian and Reilly. They were in the final planning stages for the mission departing in the morning. Adrian would be in charge of comm with Justin Bernikoff and Reilly would accompany Michael and Nikita as backup. The search for a pram had proven futile, so they would obtain one enroute to Mont St. Michel. Michael sat on the edge of the bed, carefully placing firearms in a utility bag; Nikita was busy shoving mission clothing into travel bags. She glanced at Michael and wandered over to the bed and sat beside him.
“What’s bothering you?”
“Nothing....just going over the profile in my mind.”
“You forget Michael....I can now read your mind....that comes with sleeping with a person for months,” she smiled.
He kept busying himself with adjusting the firearms in the bag; Nikita took his hand and brought it to her lips. “Michael....we can walk away from this...now.”
He reached up and brushed away a strand of blond hair from her face. “I want you to walk away from this mission....please return to your father....I’ll join you there after Reilly and I complete the task.”
“Oh I see....Reilly is going to dress like a woman and push a pram....perfect....yes, that should work nicely,” she smiled.
“We will find another way to infiltrate the chateau Nikita.”
“What’s the real reason you want me to abort my role on the mission and return to Center?”
“You said you could read my mind.....what.....”
“Stop avoiding my question Michael. Do you feel I’m not up to completing my part of the profile?”
“No of course not.”
“Well, then....why do you want me to step down?”
Michael took Nikita’s face in his hands and gently brushed a kiss on her lips; he pulled her to his body and whispered in her ear. “Because if anything were to happen to you....I would not live....I could not bear my life without you Nikita.”
Nikita’s eyes filled with tears as she whispered. “I love you Michael....if something were to happen to you....my life would end too.” She pulled back and stared deeply into his green eyes. “Sooooo.....I guess we’re both signed up to go on the mission....together. The sooner we complete the task, the faster we can get on with real life....remember you promised me a picket fence, mini-van and a dog....and then, we can start working on making all those children,” she grinned.
Michael fought back the rising moisture in his eyes; he clutched Nikita to his chest and whispered. “Maybe we should start practicing now.....have you finished your packing?”
“All I need to do.....I’ll just turn down the bed....you slip out of those clothes and I’ll nip to the bathroom to find something to wear that will tempt you.”
“Nothing...I prefer you with nothing on,”he whispered, his eyes flashing with desire.
“Well, just hold that thought...I’ll be right back,” she jumped up and darted into the bathroom.
Michael stripped off his clothes, dimmed the lights and lit candles next to the bed; he slid under the cool sheets. The bathroom door opened slowly and Nikita sauntered seductively towards the bed. She was dressed in a powder blue negligee; the candle light flickered shadows across her body. Michael reached out and clutched her hand as she slid under the sheets; he took Nikita in his arms, pressing her to his body; they kissed passionately. She could feel his growing arousal pressing urgently against her abdomen Nikita stretched her hand lower and grasped Michael’s manhood; she stroked him. Michael groaned loudly.
“No...please...no more.....I can’t control......”
“My turn to now.....remember what you said to me at the hotel in Nice.....now it’s your turn Michael.....come for me....keep coming....you are so beautiful when you let yourself go over the edge.”
He grasped her hand and pulled it away. “Men don’t look beautiful when they climax....only women do....now.....” He quickly grabbed Nikita and flipped her body over and pounced on top of her.
“Not another night of fighting to see who’s going to be on top....we do need to get some sleep Michael.”
“After I watch you.” He reached down and commenced toying with Nikita’s opening; she moaned and attempted to pull his hand away. “Michael.... you’re so damn competitive.”
“Well, just give in...let me love you,” he smirked.
Suddenly, Nikita’s mobile phone began buzzing from the bedside table. Michael looked over and glared. “Ignore it.”
Nikita twisted sideways and struggled for the phone. “But who would be calling this hour?”
“Hello.....Father! ....no I....wasn’t sleeping....I’m just surprised to hear from you. Is there anything wrong? Oh.....well, I’m glad to hear your voice too....are you well? Yes, I’m fine. No I realize this line is not secure....our plans are proceeding....yes. If you want to discuss.....oh, fine.....I’ll look for it...yes. Goodnight Father.”
Nikita closed the phone and looked at Michael. “He sounded strange....something’s wrong. He’s sending me an encrypted text message.” She flipped open the phone as it beeped. The same message scrolled across the screen.
Let it pass on
No good can come of it - it is not well
To meet it - it is an enchanted phantom,
A lifeless idol; with its numbing look,
If freezes up the blood of man; and they
Who meet its ghastly stare are turned to stone,
Like those who saw Medusa.
Nikita reached for Michael’s hand. “It was my father who sent the message....what does it mean Michael....is it some kind of warning?”
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