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Subject: Whispered Identities - Chapter 223

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Date Posted: Tuesday, July 19, 07:08:28pm
In reply to: Lynuslinus 's message, "Whispered Identities - Chapters 221 & forward" on Sunday, July 10, 08:59:36pm

Nikita sat at the dining table across from Adrian; she nibbled on a croissant and absentmindedly sipped her coffee.

“This is a bad setback, my dear,” sighed Adrian. “The doctor says Michael must rest and with nobody to lead the mission.....well....”

“No profiles have been prepared for any mission Adrian....and like I said before, we should not be undertaking missions....let my Father and Center do the dirty work.”

“I took the liberty of contacting Mr. Jones after you advised me of Michael’s setback....he simply cannot expose himself to possible overt attack on Center. He’s sitting in the middle of the whole corrupt intelligence community. Other than sending us field operatives, he must not show his hand. I’m afraid it’s up to us.”

“Even if Michael recovers in time for a mission profile to be set, he should not be going....the risk is too great for a reoccurrence of what happened last night.”

“Then we have a dilemma, Nikita.”

~ ~ ~

Michael rose slowly from the bed and staggered to a nearby chair where his pants and black sweater lay. He struggled into his clothes and reached for a bottle of water, drinking thirstily. He left the suite and made his way to computer systems. Leaning into the iris security display, he shoved open the heavy door. Justin Bernikoff sat before the array of monitors, tapping onto a keyboard. The booming sound of Eminem hip hop music reverberated throughout the room. Justin swung around in his chair as he felt Michael’s hand on his shoulder. He twisted to turn down the thundering music.

“Hey man! Sorry about the sounds.....the music system in here is....well, the sound is like unearthy!”

“You may listen to music while working....only if I’m not here or you are not working with others. Do you understand.”

“Yes! Totally....and I really appreciate the opportunity to work with you. Adrian gave me your discs to trace the digital footprinting. I’ve completed that....you have anything else for me to do?”

“Yes. I have other discs with human traffic intel. I want trace tracks of locations completed along with time frame reference. Do you understand what I’m talking about?”

“Ahhhhhh.....well, I trip on the jargon, man. If you show me a couple of run throughs, I’m sure I can do the job....I’m a fast learner.”

“Fine. Set up for a DOD surveillance....do you know how to perform that operation?”

“No probs....that’s easy.”

Michael walked over to a metal container on the wall and punched in a code. A tiny door sprung open. He reached in and retrieved a handful of discs, and returned to the main consol. Justin shifted his chair, making room for Michael to sit in front of the main system.

“You’ve accessed the DOD fine but here’s a quicker way.”

Michael’s fingers flew across the keyboard as he logged out and typed a series of numbers. Within seconds, the DOD satellite display flashed on all the monitors.

“Totally kewl, man! Wow....so now show me what you want done.”

Michael shoved in a disc and immediately one of his programs appeared. He keyed the intel into the DOD directory and soon a series of number locations in Europe, blinked on a satellite locator map.

“Do you understand what I’m doing?”

“Ahhhhhh......I see how you’re doing it....the steps, I mean.....why, I don’t understand but I suppose that’s none of my business, right?”

“Correct. I’ll leave you to complete all three discs. Make one final disc of your completed work, then page me. Do you understand?”

“Sure.....only I don’t know how to find you....ahhh, page you.”

Michael reached for a small telephone and handed it to Justin. “I’m M on the dial...just punch it in with pound.” Michael got up from his chair and started for the door, then paused. “Oh....thank you....Bernikoff, isn’t it?”

“Just call me Download, man....ahhhhh....Mr. Samuelle,” he grinned.

Michael turned and pulled open the door and disappeared.

~ ~ ~

Nikita strode down the hallway towards the computer systems room; she stopped in her tracks upon seeing Michael walking slowly towards her.

“Michael! What....what are you doing out of bed? You should be resting.”

“I felt better and needed to outline the work Mr. Bernikoff needs to undertake.....we cannot lose time Nikita.... Center’s field operatives will be arriving and we need to have a mission profile in place.”

Nikita reached out and took Michael’s hand and began leading him up the stairs to their suite.

“Did you even listen to what the doctor told you? You need to rest....come on back to the suite...now.”

Michael forced a smile. “Hummmm.....you are in command now?”

“Somebody needs to give you orders....for your own health.”

Nikita shoved the door open and motioned Michael into the room. “Please go and lie down again.....do you want anything to eat....maybe a little soup.”

“Stop babying me Nikita.....I will be fine.....last night was a minor setback....I feel......” Michael staggered, a wave of dizziness overwhelming him.

Nikita rushed over and grabbed his waist. “That’s it! Into bed...now!”

Nikita pulled off Michael’s shoes and socks as he lay on top of the duvet. She walked to his side and began to undo his pants, pulling down the zip. Michael closed his eyes as Nikita pulled the pants down his legs, tossing them on a nearby chair. She started to remove his sweater as he opened his eyes; they flashed with recognition. Nikita stepped back and folded his sweater, placing it next to his pants.

“What have you done with the arm sling....you should try to immobilize the shoulder Michael.”

He reached out his hand, his eyes staring directly into hers. “Please lie with me.”

Nikita edged onto the bed, kicking off her shoes. “You need to try and sleep Michael.”

Michael sighed heavily, wrapping his good arm around Nikita’s shoulder; he closed his eyes. They lay together for a few minutes, neither speaking. Nikita’s eyes were closed; she listened to his heartbeat. She began to stroke his naked chest and abdomen; Michael inhaled his breath He grasped her hand and traced it lower to the waistband of his black silk undershorts, and to his growing erection Nikita pulled her hand away and sat up, smiling.

“You need to rest Michael.”

“Sorry....that’s what you do to me....we men are so weak....no control over our bodies,” a smile crept across his face.

Nikita glanced down at the increasing bulge in his underwear. “So I see...but I’m sorry Mr. Samuelle....you need to rest and get well. Try to sleep and I’ll go make you some soup for when you wake up.” She swung her legs off the bed and pulled the duvet around Michael.

“You....you’re leaving me like this,” he looked crestfallen.

Nikita smiled to herself and turned back to face Michael.. “Yes....but it does appear you are getting better.”

Nikita closed the bedroom door and headed to the hallway and the kitchen. She fought to get the image of Michael’s arousal from her mind and to dissuade the growing throb in her groin.

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