| Subject: Whispered Identities - Chapter 236 |
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Date Posted: Monday, October 17, 07:43:01pm
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Lynuslinus
's message, "Whispered Identities - Chapters 221 & forward" on Sunday, July 10, 08:59:36pm
Nikita closed the door to the hotel room and glanced around. Michael was peering through the window into the street below.
“Hummmm....we have come down to earth in hotels Michael,” she sat on the edge of the bed, testing the springs.
“We have a perfect view of our target from here. Set up the computer link with the other operatives, please...I’ll contact Adrian and let her know we’ve arrived.”
“The men are not please with having to sleep in the van, tucked behind an unused hanger at the airport,” she grimaced.
“They will be fine. Reilly will be arriving in the morning with the equipment from Center and they can set up the van and await our instructions.”
“Michael....I....well, shouldn’t you keep them in the know about our plans....the profile.”
“They need only know what is required from them.”
“But they’re not all trained agents....aside from Reilly and his two men, the others are just hired thugs who used to work for Dalton.”
“Precisely why they need not know of our mission plans....now, please set up the computer link...and stop worrying...they have all the food and supplies they need in the van.”
“Okay, but the name for this hotel doesn’t match the reality.” she grinned.
“What?”
“The Comfort Hotel de Nice....well, comfort is stretching it.”
Michael glanced around the shabby room. “Yes, you are correct but the location is perfect...across the street from our target, fifty meters from the port and 500 meters from the Promenade des Anglais....the desired location for identifying and eliminating Society members.”
“Who is suppose to be staying at the house on Rue Bonaparte?”
“Ahhhhh....well, Vitto Pascalli...that’s the intel Bernikoff deciphered....together with the Israeil Mossad agent and the Vladimir Utzechko, the Russian FSB agent.”
“Are we absolutely certain they have turned, Michael...I mean working with the Society and not their agencies?”
“The proof has shown up in repeated encrypted uplinks and approach parameters....I’ve been working on this for months Nikita....the intel is solid.”
Nikita sighed. “But....Vitto Pascalli....the husband of your contact in Milan....Verona Pascalli. She is such a lovely woman...and her daughter. Michael....it’s her husband....”
“Pascalli was confirmed at the Corsica meeting...he is a go-between. His greed for cash drives his needs....he does not care about his family.”
“How do you now that! At least give the man a chance to explain his involvement with the Society....do that for your friend Verona....please Michael.”
“The proof of his involvement has been confirmed...if you want, I’ll have Bernikoff run tapes for you....video of his business ventures in prostitution and drug money laundering.”
“But that does not confirm he is a member of the Society.”
“We don’t have time for this now Nikita....believe me, I have been working on this for months....there is more than enough documentation of his involvement.”
Nikita shook her head and flopped back onto the bed. “I hate this Michael....I hate this whole mess.”
Michael walked to the bed and sat beside her. “Please don’t let your humanity cloud the facts....the man is guilty.” He reached for her hand and kissed her fingers. “I’ll slip out and get us some food...it’s best if we remain in the room tonight....and I’m....sorry....I dislike what we are about to undertake....but the Society must not be allowed to execute their own mandate and circumvent all intelligence agencies around the world.”
Nikita sat up and stared into Michael’s eyes. “Promise me something?”
“Anything.”
“When this is all over....we can have a normal life....with a house somewhere....a quiet life.”
“I promise....complete with picket fence, mini-van and a dog,” he smiled.
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