| Subject: Whispered Identities - Chapter 206 |
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Date Posted: Sunday, May 22, 05:47:30pm
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Lynuslinus
's message, "Whispered Identities - Chapter 204 & forward" on Sunday, May 15, 07:23:24pm
Michael sat before the bank of computer screens in Dalton’s villa. He stared blankly at the data scrolling before him, deep in thought.
“Ahhhh, Michel....I don’t know why you want to trust me....after what I’ve been involved with. A bullet to the head would have been more appropriate....but you’ve always been the kind of person who looks deeper into people....well....ahhh, not killing someone for one mistake...although I must admit I don’t deserve your trust....I.....”
“Hummmm....what? Sorry Rene, my mind was elsewhere.”
“You miss her, don’t you....you think of her all the time. It’s written all over you.”
“Who? No....I was just analyzing what this random Society file is attempting...very interesting. The Society is funding a terrorist group in Africa who are attempting to take over the unstable government in Angola. Once the group is in power, the Society will no doubt expect reciprocity....after nationalizing the banks, they’ll probably organize the governing boards....all financial decisions from that point on would be initiated by the Society.”
“You figured all that out from those intercepted computer codes?”
“The files are being transmitted from a hidden Society encrypted link via z-cube.”
Rene smiled. “You are amazing Michel....how you decipher intel like that. But what will you do with the information now....I mean, it’s not like you can send out a team and shut down their operation.”
“True....but I can disrupt the Society’s fund transfers....interrupt the terrorist group’s activities for awhile. I need to create a hash function employing chaos theory and multiple symbolic alphabets to scramble messages.”
Rene grinned. “I won’t ask if there is anything I can help you with....how about more coffee?”
Michael’s cellular phone buzzed. Rene looked at Michael who had begun typing a rapid string of codes onto his keyboard. The phone continued to buzz.
“Would you like me to answer that for you Michel?”
“Hummmmm....what...yes...the phone...please.”
Rene walked to the far computer terminal and picked up the cell phone. “Yes? Who....what! Yes, he’s here....just one minute.....! Michel....it’s....it’s Adrian Maxwell, the woman you thought had gone away with Nikita....or whatever happened to them....our back traces showed nothing....no sign of.....”
Michael jumped up from his chair and grabbed the phone from Rene. “Adrian....where are you...is Nikita with you?”
“Michael...good to hear your voice. We were being held on Madeira by the Society but are now back on the mainland in a village called Alfambra....we’re heading for the airport in Lisbon. Nikita wants to return to Center and her father....I think that is an unwise decision but she is determined to.....”
“Where is Nikita now?”
“Buying me some water in this tiny hotel....I thought I should advise you....I realize I am intruding in your lives but our escape from our captives was far too easy....there is something afoot....we should not return to Center.”
“I will intercept you enroute to Lisbon....you must be taking the coastal road. I will meet you outside Lisbon at Setubal....I’ll use the autostrata. Try to delay your driver.”
“Nikita will realize something is not right Michael...she is determined to fly to Paris tonight and....well....she does not want to return to Dalton’s villa....and to you....I’m sorry.”
“I agree you should not return to Center....and if you feel your escape was orchestrated....all the more reason to return here. I can check for anomalies on your persons.”
“What? What do you mean....do you think we have some devices implanted on our bodies....they did drug us both....I’m still....look Michael, I see Nikita heading back towards our car....I must go. Please attempt to intercept us....but remember....Nikita will not go easily....she will resist your intervention. I must go.”
Adrian quickly hung up the telephone and headed back towards the hotel entrance. Nikita was peering into the car and turned suddenly as Adrian approached.
“Here I am, my dear....had to use the facilities,” she smiled. “Did you get my water and aspirin? We should think about getting some food too....I’m a tad peckish.”
As Nikita and Adrian slid into the back seat of their car, the driver looked in his rear view mirror and shook his head. Good thing he was being paid twice the usual amount for this trip.
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