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Subject: Whispered Identities - Chapter 213


Author:
Lynuslinus
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Date Posted: Monday, June 13, 11:13:56pm
In reply to: Lynuslinus 's message, "Whispered Identities - Chapter 204 & forward" on Sunday, May 15, 07:23:24pm

Nikita’s eyes shot open; bright sunlight was streaming into the room across the bed. She glanced quickly around the room and suddenly became aware of her surroundings. She ripped the duvet from her body, and realized she was clad only in panties and a tank top. She padded to the sliding glass patio door.

Dalton’s villa....how....how did I get here?

Nikita looked down at her near naked body. “.....and where the hell are my clothes!”

Suddenly the bedroom door began to open; Nikita swung around and darted behind the door. As the person opening the door stepped into the room, Nikita jumped forward, planting a karate blow to the face and kickbox thrust aimed at the groin. The individual jumped aside and immediately took a defensive judo stance with his hands. Nikita’s eyes flared as she yelled.

“MICHAEL!!! Why have you brought me here!”

“Calm down Nikita....please return to the bed....you need to rest from your ordeal,” stated Michael.

“Ordeal! That’s an understatement.....what the hell have you done to me,” she shouted feeling for the surgery under her arm.

“The Society implanted a tracker bomb on you and Adrian....I had them removed. You need rest....please go back to bed.”

“Bed....yes....a place we both know well....did you undress me?”

“Of course.”

“Something I used to enjoy you doing....but not anymore. Where are my clothes....I wish to leave....return to Center.....”

“You are free to leave whenever you want....but I would suggest you rest a few more days.”

“Where are my clothes Michael!”

Pointing to a pile of neatly folded clothes on a nearby chair, Michael walked over, picked them up and held the bundle towards Nikita with an outstretched arm.

“Throw them on the bed....then get out!”

Michael strolled slowly to the bed and deposited her clothes, then stared intently at Nikita.

“Why are you so angry at me Nikita? What have I done to offend you?”

She walked to the bed and grabbed her cords, slipping each leg in, she zipped the front, then scooped up her sweater, pulling it over her head. She said nothing.

“Nikita....please, tell me what I have done.”

“You wouldn’t understand.....I have to return to Center....I....I can’t be here with you.”

“But why?”

“You smother me Michael....I have no life....I.....it’s difficult for me to explain and I know you will never understand. Please arrange transport for me to return to London.”

“The Society will hunt for you and attempt to kill you and your father....I have informed him of their recent attempt to use you and Adrian as human bombs.....he stated he wishes for you to remain here.....he has gone into hiding.”

“What! That’s ridiculous.....he would never want me to remain here.....with you!”

“We have an encrypted transmission arranged for this evening....you can speak to him yourself. When we last spoke, I informed him you wished to return to London....to Center, and I was planning to have Dalton’s jet fly you directly. Your father stated you should not return...not until the Society has been neutralized.”

“Neutralized? What the hell does that mean, Michael? There is no way you or my father can apprehend all the Society members.”

“Together we are implementing a plan....I....I hope you will assist us.”

Nikita laughed. “You have got to be kidding! And there is no way my father would suggest such a thing. He was disowning me when I took off after you....when we were together.”

“Please speak to him this evening....then if you still wish to return to London, I’ll have the jet fly you.”

Nikita shrugged. “Very well. Now I want to speak to Adrian....is she....is she okay?”

“Yes. I’ll take you to her room now.”

~ ~ ~

Early that evening, Michael, Nikita and Adrian sat around the diningroom table, eating a light supper. Adrian looked up from her plate, dabbed her mouth with a serviette and smiled.

“Well...isn’t this pleasant....I was ravenous.....I suppose being implanted with a time bomb does wonders for the appetite....are you feeling recovered Nikita?”

Glancing over her wine glass, Nikita nodded. “Yes....thank you.”

“I’m so glad we sorted out our little differences, my dear....about my contacting Michael to bring us back to the villa....I’m certain you will agree it was for the best.”

“If we had arrived at Center, the security detection would have identified the implanted trackers immediately.....and removed them.....but I don’t want to discuss it anymore, if you don’t mind.”

“Hummmmmm.....very well....so Michael, what time is Mr. Jones contacting you?”

Michael glanced at his watch. “Within the hour.....would you like to bring coffee to the computer systems room....the transmission is scheduled to be received there. I can go over the latest intel I have detected, Adrian. I am very pleased you have decided to work with me....I can use your expertise.”

Nikita shot a quick glance between Michael and Adrian. “What? You are going to work with Michael....but Adrian...sorry, it’s not my business.”

“On the contrary, my dear....I should have told you earlier....when we were sorting out our differences. You see, I will feel safer here at the villa and Michael has promised me a small garden plot to putter in....and to keep my mind active, we will delve into the slimy world of counter-terrorism....I’m looking forward to the cut and thrust of the game again, especially after the bastards tried to detonate my body.”

Neither Michael nor Nikita said anything. Adrian looked first at Michael and smiled, then to Nikita. “I realize you have a difficult decision to make about remaining here Nikita.....but I hope you will see the legitimacy in remaining with us to help. Michael and I need skilled tacticians to plan and execute a mission to destroy the Society.”

“I’m sure my father and the knowledge at Center will be suffice.”

“Yes, yes of course he will but I understand he is moving constantly now....which will make directing any missions difficult.”

Nikita shot a glare at Michael. “You said he had gone into hiding....why is he on the move?”

Adrian interjected. “He doesn’t trust the eyes and ears at Center....nor the intelligence community....in this game, Nikita....no one is without suspect. Michael has gained intel showing leaders high up in intelligence agencies are connected to the Society.”

“How did you determine that?”

Michael lowered his head and said nothing. Adrian grinned.

“This man has a way with computers, my dear....and used....what was it Michael?”

Michael looked up. “Research you correlated about Greek mythology and the Medusa, Nikita....the disc you left me. Your research led to a series of novastar ‘x’ field records....that led to IP addresses to many top personnel with worldwide intelligence agencies.”

“All I did was simple internet searches....anybody could have performed them,” shrugged Nikita.

“Your research led me to specifics....I would never have thought to start with the basics to.....”

Nikita interrupted Michael. “.......the basics us simpleminded individuals play with is what you mean Michael. Well, I’m happy you have found intel, but don’t try to placate me. Now, may we go to systems so I can talk to my father?”

Michael nodded and started to walk toward Nikita’s chair to assist her but she had already pushed the chair back and was heading for the door. Michael returned to Adrian and held her chair as she shook her head and patted Michael’s arm.

“Time.....it will take time Michael....she will come around....I feel certain.”

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Replies:
Subject Author Date
Soon, I hope!DianeMonday, June 13, 11:48:15pm
She's acting just a wee bitHannahTuesday, June 14, 07:01:41am
Shall we say Nikita is a bit stubborn??? (NT)signme1Tuesday, June 14, 11:59:12pm
  • Ahhhhhhh. -- Lynuslinus, Wednesday, June 15, 09:24:50am
When has Nikita not been stubborn...stephWednesday, June 15, 10:01:52am
  • Thanks -- Lynuslinus, Wednesday, June 15, 04:29:07pm
I agree with steph. ...(r)Lady EWednesday, June 15, 05:34:09pm


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