| Subject: Whispered Identities - Chapter 235 |
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Date Posted: Saturday, October 15, 11:31:11pm
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Lynuslinus
's message, "Whispered Identities - Chapters 221 & forward" on Sunday, July 10, 08:59:36pm
The Mercedes’ headlights pierced into the rainy night. Nikita looked over at Michael; his eyes were riveted to the road.
“Want me to drive Michael,” she sighed.
“No, I am fine for now. Once we reach Sevilla, you can take over...we need to drive through the night and bypass Madrid. When we get to Zaragoza, we can stop and rest....I know a safe house we can use.”
“One you used when you were with Interpol?”, she questioned.
“Yes.”
“Ahhhh...not to put a damper on things, but are you certain your contact is still in play...I mean...”
“He should be, he sells drugs and had protection from Interpol....he fell out of favor a few years ago.”
Nikita smiled to herself and turned to look out the side window. I’m glad you are so confident Michael.
“Contact the van and advise the men what we are doing....have them check in every half hour.”
“Okay.” Nikita flipped on the comm unit to the van and advised the operatives of the plan all the while thinking..... Hummmm....I think you are playing this by ear Mr. Samuelle....as we go...and that is a recipe for disaster.
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Nikita had drifted off to sleep, fighting dreams of chaos and violence. Suddenly she sat upright, her eyes shooting open as she struggled to reach for her revolver. A hand silenced her and lips brushed her cheek.
“Wake up Nikita....we have passed Madrid and I would like to get some sleep before reaching Zaragoza.”
“What? Yes....fine...I was have rotten dreams.”
Michael smiled. “Yes I thought so...you called me some bad names.” He pulled her fingers to his lips and kissed her.
“Oh, sorry about that.....what did I call you....no never mind, better not tell me. I’m just a little jumpy about this whole mission.”
“We will be fine. Wake me five kilometers outside of Zaragoza....I’ll direct the way to the safe house.”
Michael quickly exited the driver’s seat and walked around the car, Nikita slid behind the wheel, shaking her head in an attempt to fully wake up. As she pulled back onto the highway, followed by the van, she glanced over at Michael: he had already drifted off to sleep.
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Nikita snuggled closer to Michael on the floor of the safe house; the other operatives huddled throughout the cavernous room. Pulling their sleeping bag up to her chin, she glanced at Michael: he was sleeping soundly.
It’s bloody freezing in the damn place, Michael...how can you be sleeping so well!
Nikita poked Michael in the ribs and he stirred. “What’s the problem?” he muttered.
“This damn house Michael...it’s freezing, the men can’t sleep...look for yourself.”
“They are fine...try to get some sleep,” he whispered, wrapping his arms around her body. “Is that better?”
Nikita smirked. “Ahhhh...yes....I suppose....” She could feel the heat from Michael’s body warming her extremities and causing a stir in her lower body. “Michael....”
“Hummmmm......”
“When we get to Nice...what...where are we staging our surveillance from....I mean I feel we’re sort of playing this mission by ear.”
“By ear? I don’t understand your meaning.”
“Well, are you making the profile up as we go....I mean ....I know we’re not operating like Section or Interpol but....I suppose I’m a little concerned.”
“Don’t be....we will take things one step at a time. I know we don’t have the backup and capacity of Section or Interpol, but we have superb personnel and enough equipment to execute the job....now try to get some sleep....we need to push all the way for Nice tomorrow.”
Nikita sighed and snuggled closer to Michael; she did not respond; she only fought to dispel the foreboding that was beginning to consume her thoughts.
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