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Subject: Whispered Identities - Chapter 250

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Date Posted: Sunday, April 30, 06:23:54pm
In reply to: Lynuslinus 's message, "Whispered Identities - Chapter 237 and forward" on Sunday, October 23, 08:00:17pm

Hidden in a cavern in the basement of the abbey, two men stood over Nikita who was bound to a chair, her arms and feet tied. Her mouth was still bleeding where she had been smashed in the jaw and one eye was half closed and bruised when she had attempted to fight off her captors as they had thrown her onto the floor of the cavern.

“Hey blondie! Where’s your boyfriend now....our bosses think he’s coming here to rescue you!”

The other man shook his head. “They honestly think this Samuelle will work for the Society! They’ve got to be kidding....how the hell’s he getting to the abbey with the high tide anyway.”

“This is a waste of time.....like Quinn said, we don’t really need her.....we could be on the boat outta here....drinking wine and.....” He leaned into Nikita’s face and yelled.


The other man squirmed and began pacing back and forth. “I don’t know....apparently she’s the old man’s daughter......there could be repercussions.”

“He doesn’t seem concerned.....we were told to hold her, extract any information about Samuelle....nothing is forthcoming.” The man fingered the trigger of his revolver. “Samuelle’s never going to be enticed to rescue her if he has to agree to work for the Society.”

The man leaned over, peering into Nikita’s swollen eyes. “I hate your old man and anything connected to him....I was once an operative who worked for him....he destroyed me...sent me out like a dog!”

Nikita desperately fought back tears, determined to not allow the men to see any weakness. The man straightened up and began laughing. “NOPE....WE DON’T NEED YOU!” He swung his cold, black revolver up in one quick movement and pressed it to Nikita’s temple: he pulled the trigger. “Dead is preferable.....less hassle!”

~ ~ ~

Adrian pounded on the door to Michael’s room; he swung his legs off the bed and padded to the door, opening it a crack. Adrian rushed into the room.

“Michael I’ve just received an encrypted message from Mr. Jones....Nikita’s father!”

“I know who Mr. Jones is Adrian....what does the man want.”

“He has received notice that Nikita won’t be killed....if you....if you agree to the Society’s demands.”

“What demands?”

“That....that you work with them.....ahhhh, for them. I know this sounds ridiculous but....”

“Why would they want me to work.....how do we know she’s still alive....Jones doesn’t care what happens to Nikita.....the Society doesn’t want me or Nikita.....they have killed her....I know.”

“How do you know Michael?”

“I have one mission left before I join Nikita, Adrian....that is to kill Jones....we both know he is ‘M’ the leader of the Society.....I kill him and our mission will end.”


“You and Reilly do what you want with the villa in Portugal....I will drive to Paris and fly to London.....I will go to Jones.....and kill him....then I will join Nikita.”

“But how can you join Nikita....you don’t know where she is Michael!”

“We will be together in the places she loved....our cabin in the snow.....our beaches.....my being with her is my last mission.....now please excuse me.....leave please.”

“Please Michael....don’t do this....no!”

Michael grabbed Adrian’s arm and shoved her out the door. He dressed quickly and walked out to the Citroen. The car raced towards Paris and the British Airways flight that would take him to his final destination in London and a meeting with Mr. Jones. Michael’s destiny would be to join Nikita: he stroked the cold, silver revolver on the seat next to him.


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End?!?!morkovkaMonday, May 01, 05:04:47am
Wow!!ekimMonday, May 01, 05:14:09am
chapter 250skMonday, May 01, 04:46:07pm
Wow indeed!NellTuesday, May 02, 07:00:09pm
It took me a while to catch up with the chapters, but I'm glad I did (r)JayBeeTuesday, May 02, 07:19:55pm
The endLynuslinusTuesday, May 02, 07:50:22pm
Great job! (r)GenevieveThursday, May 04, 07:02:51am
Lynus, fabulous story, and I liked the ending of it, butsignme1Friday, May 05, 12:09:50am
The endlesharaSunday, May 07, 02:39:10am
  • Leshara! -- Lynuslinus, Sunday, May 07, 12:14:43pm
Sorry to be late to the "ending" party! .... (r)Lady EWednesday, May 10, 02:50:22pm

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