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Subject: Whispered Identities - Chapter 245

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Date Posted: Sunday, March 19, 07:06:46pm
In reply to: Lynuslinus 's message, "Whispered Identities - Chapter 237 and forward" on Sunday, October 23, 08:00:17pm

Michael’s team had moved from the Hotel Patton in Avranches to a cottage located behind the Hotel Le Relais in Mont-St.Michel. The Abbey of St. Michel was visible in the distance from the windows located on the south side of the cottage. Reilly had located the cottage and obtained possession from a contact working at the Le Relais hotel; the contact was indebted to Reilly for covering up former indiscretions with the French government.

Reilly and Adrian were busy setting up comm as Michael and Nikita slipped into clothes they hoped would make them blend in with the hundreds of tourists visiting the abbey. Nikita looked down at her jeans and the bulky sweater she had just pulled over her head.

“I could make myself look pregnant....stuff something under the sweater....or do you think just pushing the pram is enough.”

Michael glanced over and shook his head. “No pregnancy....just the stroller with the false bottom to hide the detection equipment.”

“Okay....but’s let’s hope nosey bodies don’t want to coo at the baby,” she smiled.

Michael set the equipment to begin reading upon receiving a command from his pocket PDA. He pulled on a leather jacket and beret and looked over at Nikita. “You ready?”

“Yes,” she replied, pulling on her leather coat and black, floppy hat. “You think we look like parents Adrian?” she grinned.

Adrian looked up from the array of laptops. “Hummmm.....oh, of course, my dear....you look like the perfect couple.....proud parents of highly technical detection equipment.”

Michael opened the cottage door as Nikita pushed the pram outside; he turned and looked at Adrian and Reilly. “I’ll report in fifteen minute increments....if you locate any anomalies...we will abort....have Bernikoff continue scanning for any movement of the targets.”

Adrian nodded. “All the incoming intel confirms the Society principals are located somewhere in the abbey....the where is the question.....good luck Michael....good luck Nikita,” she smiled.

Reilly remained silent, simply nodded his support. Michael closed the door and slid on his dark glasses. Nikita stood outside squinting into the sun; she put on her sunglasses and nodded at Michael. “It’s a five kilometer walk to the abbey....wouldn’t it be more expedient to use some ground transport to get us there, Michael?”

Michael put his hand on Nikita’s shoulder. “The walk will be good.....I’ll help push the pram.”

“Pushing the stroller isn’t the problem....I just thought....oh, never mind....I guess I just want to start surveillance as soon as possible.....you know we never did talk about the text message my father sent me.....it must mean something Michael....I really feel like he’s trying to warn us.”

“Your father is playing mental games with you....the message means nothing.”

They walked in silence along the causeway leading to the abbey Mont St. Michel. The sun glistened on the sea on the far side of the abbey while a shimmering mist hung over the gothic buildings. After walking for two kilometers, Michael reached into the stroller and pulled out two bottles of water; he handed one to Nikita. She stopped and sipped the liquid then pulled out her mobile phone, punching up the saved text message.

“Michael....just let me read the message again....it does mean something.”

“Very well....go ahead.”

“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
It freezes up the blood of man; and they
Who meet its ghastly stare are turned to stone,
Like those who saw Medusa.”

Nikita looked up and sighed. “He’s giving us a warning....the Medusa is the Society....he’s warning us Michael.”

“Possibly....but he has warned you many times....he does not want us to be together. It is me he is warning you about....to leave me.”

“What! No....I mean, it’s true he disapproves of us being together but, he’s quoting some ancient text....I feel he knows something about the Society but is.....”

“It’s best if you try not to read more into his message than what it is.....you may not like what you find, Nikita.”

“What are you saying Michael? You know more about my father’s involvement than you’re letting on....why?”

“It’s best to leave it for now....we have a mission to perform....we must not lose focus.”

“Michael, tell me .....is my father involved with the Society.....in what capacity....surely he’s not one of them!”

“Not now Nikita....come let’s go...we only have a few hours to complete the detection tracking and return to formulate the final plan.” Michael began walking quickly up the approach to the abbey.

Nikita glared at Michael as he strode away; she pushed the stroller in his direction. “Here...it’s your turn to push this damn thing!”

With a half hour, they were walking amongst tourists into the tiny village at the foot of the abbey. Informational signs lined the walkway; Nikita reached for Michael’s arm and forced him to stop in front of the entry signs. “Let’s take a breather....we are tourists, remember.”

Michael nodded; they stood reading together in silence. The engraved sign read:

>>>>Approaching Le Mont ------ Formed 600 million years ago, and surrounded by a body of water with the world’s third fastest tide acceleration, the rock of Mont Saint Michel has been a place of worship and tragedy since before Christ.<<<<<
>>>>Prehistoric mythology references the Mont as a place of combat between two giants that fought over the destiny of the world. Centuries later it was believed that the Mont was host to the battle between the Archangel and the Devil, leading to the birth of the cult of St. Michael.
Benedictine monks, who built and inhabited its monastaries, declared the Mont the "City of God", destined for those chosen to survive the end of the world, on Judgement Day.<<<<<

Nikita shook her head and whispered. “So are we the Archangels and the Society the Devil? Let’s hope the Archangels win this round if indeed Judgement Day is our mission.”

Michael put his arm around Nikita’s shoulder and began walking while pushing the stroller towards the abbey entrance. “Come we have work to do....that high tide day is day after tomorrow....we must complete our task.”

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great new chapter i was waiting a little while for this (NT)elderTuesday, March 21, 10:04:55pm

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