|Subject: Whispered Identities - Chapter 226
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Date Posted: Thursday, July 28, 05:25:49pm
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's message, "Whispered Identities - Chapters 221 & forward" on Sunday, July 10, 08:59:36pm
Michael was completing the briefing to the operatives in the media room. A large oval table had been placed in the middle of the room together with chairs and a large monitor. He clicked through a series of photographs illustrating their target.
“Those operatives from Center will be familiar with the procedures we are undertaking, those men who have worked for Dalton, will provide secondary back-up owing to the fact you have not been in the field.”
One athletic looking man with a shaved head who had worked for Dalton frowned and spoke up. “Excuse me for interrupting but those of us who worked for Dalton probably have more outside experience dealing with popping off guys....why are we taking a back seat to the main action?”
Nikita interjected. “Because the agents from Center have been fully trained in all aspects of field work. Not to underestimate your capabilities.....Rossiter, isn’t it? But the Center agents will go in as first team with me leading them.”
“What! You....you’re leading this operation,” exclaimed Rossiter.
Michael spoke up. “I apologize for not announcing that....I was just coming to the matter of leadership. Nikita is the only one qualified to undertake the team leader position....she’s in charge of the mission.”
Rossiter looked over at the other men who had worked for Dalton and shook his head. Michael glared at him. “Is there a problem?”
“Ahhhhh....guess not but I figured you’d be leading this gig.”
One of the agents from Center interjected. “If I may speak on this Mr. Samuelle....”, he looked at Dalton’s men. “Nikita Jones has more training, skill and smarts than all of you put together. I worked with her at MI-6....trust me - she knows what she’s doing.”
Nikita smiled. “Thank you Reilly....good to see you again.” She looked at Michael. “Is there anything else we need to cover?”
Michael suppressed a smile. “No, we’re finished. All of you be ready to leave in one hour....if there are anymore items you require, see Rene Laval. Any questions?”
The men shook their heads and began to rise from their chairs. Once the men had exited the room, Michael walked over to Nikita who stood with her PDA panel, scrolling through the itinerary.
“I’m glad Mr. Jones sent agents you have worked with before,” commented Michael.
“Yes, Reilly’s a good man...., she smiled. “.....saved my butt once in Amsterdam...but that’s another story for another time. So I better get changed and throw some things into a bag. Shall we go up to the suite?”
“Yes....and perhaps I should take another pain tablet....I don’t know why I still have this persistent headache.”
Nikita reached over and brushed her hand across Michael’s forehead. “You were shot in the head Michael....it caused a concussion....you should be in bed resting, not mounting anti-terrorist missions.”
Michael took Nikita’s hand and kissed it. “Let’s go up to the suite.”
Michael closed the door to their suite as Nikita went into the bedroom and began stuffing items into a sports bag. She kicked off her shoes and began pulling off her cords and shirt. Walking to the closet, she pulled out a pair of leather pants, a stretch top and leather jacket. Michael had followed her into the bedroom and stood watching. She tossed the clothes on the bed and turned, smiling.
“We used to joke about wearing black leather on assignments....use to call them our mission clothes. Maybe I should take a warmer jacket....what do you think?”
Michael walked up to her and placed his hands on her waist. “I prefer what you’re wearing right now.”
Nikita grinned. “Oh, yes...perfect....I’ll lead the team wearing panties and a bra.”
Michael cupped her breasts in his hands; he could feel a growing tightness in his groin.
Nikita took his hands, her eyes flashing. “Don’t start something we can’t finish....just keep those thoughts for when I return.”
Michael released Nikita and stepped back. “Please be very careful....take no un-necessary chances.”
Nikita began pulling on her ‘mission’ clothes. “Yes sir....I’ll follow the profile to a tee....and you’ll be monitoring the whole operation. And....don’t worry about Dalton’s men not trusting me....I’ve dealt with insecure agents before....one’s that figure a woman isn’t capable of leading missions. Rossiter probably figures I’ve been appointed because you and I.....well, who knows what he thinks....no matter. They’ll be fine going as Beta team.”
“I’m certain you will deal with them if an issue arises, Nikita.”
“No doubt I will,” she grinned. “But....can we say out goodbyes here....I mean, it will look better if we’re not wrapped in a passionate embrace in front of the teams.”
“Yes....you’re right.” Michael glanced at his watch; a mischievous grin crept on his face. “There’s plenty of time before departure....I mean, we have time....to say a proper goodbye.”
“Mr. Samuelle....you know I don’t like quickies.....and if I recall, neither do you.”
Michael shrugged. “Well....I....I could learn to like them....and maybe I can change your mind about them also.”
Nikita sighed. “Let’s wait until I return...and when you feel better. We can have a quiet dinner here in the suite....just the sound of the sea, maybe a little jazz....then...spend a whole night and day in bed.” She smiled, her eyes flashing.
Michael reached out and pulled Nikita by her leather jacket, towards him. He butterfly kissed her eyes, cheeks, nose, forehead and finally lips. They stood nipping each other’s lips, teasing and tonguing until the torture turned into a passionate kiss and embrace. Michael’s hands crept under her jacket and stretch top and down the back of her leather pants; he drew her into his abdomen. Nikita felt his hardness pushing into her; their breathing increased as they could not get enough of each other. Suddenly, Nikita pushed Michael away.
“No....please...stop....we can’t do this now....please Michael. I need to concentrate on the mission....believe me...I want to jump into that bed with you but.....I just can’t do that now....please understand.”
Michael sighed. “My head understands why, but my body says something different....I want you Nikita.....but I do understand. My heart will wait for your return.”
“Well.....I hope your body waits too,” she smiled. “Let’s say goodbye now....it’s only a few days....please don’t come downstairs to watch us leave.....if I see you standing, watching us go, I may change my mind.”
She leaned over and gently kissed his cheek, turned to scoop up her bag and without looking back, left the suite.
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