| Subject: Whispered Identities - Chapter 249 |
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Date Posted: Saturday, April 29, 06:10:12pm
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Lynuslinus
's message, "Whispered Identities - Chapter 237 and forward" on Sunday, October 23, 08:00:17pm
On the island of Corsica, seated in a villa atop a hillside, Raphael Esperanzo, Declan Quinn and the CIA head Delaney sat sipping brandy and smoking cigars. Quinn sighed and smiled.
“Well gentlemen, the final stages of eliminating our most recent detractors is underway. The man Samuelle will move heaven and earth to get his woman back and once he enters the abbey again....and the high tide that is due this evening....we have him....we might even persuade him to join our ranks....anything to prevent his woman from being killed.”
“Frankly, I don’t see why we didn’t dispose of him when the men grabbed the woman....eliminate them both...pop, pop....done with,” stated Delaney.
“No....I see the wisdom in the recruitment of Samuelle to our cause....he was one of Interpol’s top operatives,” sighed Esperanzo.
Quinn topped up his brandy glass. “What do you want to tell the old man? I mean if he thinks his daughter is still alive, he’s likely to get personally involved....and we don’t want that.”
Esperanzo grimaced. “As I’ve stated before gentlemen....we must not forget who is in charge of the Society....it will be at our peril. However, I agree....if ‘M’ thinks his daughter is alive, he will take charge....therefore I’ll prepare a coded message that she was unfortunately killed trying to fight off our men.”
Delaney stubbed out his cigar. “You think the old man will believe that....it’s dangerous telling him she’s dead while at the same time attempting to entice Samuelle to come after her....in the ridiculous hope that he will become our collateral.”
Quinn nodded. “I agree....we should dispose of her....Samuelle will be chasing after a dead woman....” He paused. “........well.....are we in agreement?”
Through a haze of cigar smoke, the other two men nodded in agreement.
~ ~ ~
Adrian and Reilly sat in the front seat of the rented Citroen; Michael sat despondently in the back. The car raced along the motorway to Rennes. Adrian had convinced Michael of the need to leave immediately and regroup away from Mont St .Michel. As Reilly drove into the town, he turned to Adrian.
“I booked rooms in a small hotel...it’s only a few minutes away.”
Adrian nodded and turned to look at Michael; he stared ahead, saying nothing.
Once they were in their rooms, Adrian tapped on Michael’s door. He whispered: “Come in.”
Adrian entered the room. “Ahhhh....security a little lacking Michael....I could have been anyone.”
“Yes,” he replied lying on the bed staring up at the ceiling.
She closed the door and pulled up a chair. “We will find her Michael....they have no reason to kill her....they gain nothing.”
“Her blood was all over the floor....I heard a gunshot...she yelled, ‘I’ve been hit’. But I will find them Adrian....and kill all of them....including her father.”
“How can you be certain he is involved....we can only speculate.”
“He sent her text messages....he was warning her of the consequences....only she didn’t know what the true meaning was. I told her to ignore them....that he was trying to keep us apart....now we are.”
“You should try to get some sleep Michael...then in the morning we can think with clear heads....plan our next strategy.”
“Yes.”
“Okay, I’ll leave you now....see you in the morning...good night Michael.”
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Michael had been walking the wet city streets for hours, his total being overwhelmed with the loss of Nikita.
Why had he allowed her to pursue the Society....it was his destination alone....not hers. Why was he still alive? There was no world for him now without Nikita: his mission now, would be to join her......
The icy fingers of fog and inky blackness swallowed Michael as he vanished into the night.
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