| Subject: Whispered Identities - Chapter 191 |
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Date Posted: Monday, March 07, 08:00:00pm
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's message, "Whispered Identities - Chapter 191 & forward" on Monday, March 07, 07:58:57pm
Rene Laval’s hand was sweating at he gripped the handle of the revolver under his jacket.
“Ahhhhh....well, I ran into some nasty types from my old life....I owed them money....”
“Looks like they had a go at convincing you to pay up,” replied Michael.
“.....well, ......ahhhh, yes. So, Alberto still unconscious?”
“Yes. Decisions will have to be made about Dalton’s operation here. You should have a doctor look at your wounds Rene...the cuts require stitches.”
“NO! LOOK MICHEL....I....!!” Laval drew out the glock and pointed it at Michael. “I’m sorry Michel...I have to do this....they’ll kill me if I don’t eliminate you!!”
“What? Eliminate me...what are you talking about...put the gun away...you must be suffering shock from the beating...” Michael rose slowly from his chair and started walking towards Laval.
“STOP! DON’T COME ANY CLOSER MICHEL!!! I HAVE TO DO THIS!”
“Kill me Rene? Well, go ahead...pull the trigger...but there is no reason for this.”
“YES....YES THERE IS!!!”
“Who has got to you Rene? And why must you kill me?”
“MY LIFE IS WORTH NOTHING....IF I DON’T DO THIS MICHEL! YOU MUST DIE FOR ME TO LIVE!”
“Is it the Medusa Society Rene....have they hired you to kill me?”
“DOES IT MATTER!!” He stood before Michael, his shaking hand gripping the gun.
“It always matters who wants you dead. Is it money Rene...have they offered to pay you a great deal of money to kill me?”
“I OWE MONEY....BUT IT’S MY LIFE FOR YOURS....AND ...AND NIKITA’S!!!”
Michael edged towards Laval and reached out his hand. “Give me the gun Rene...this isn’t necessary...I can help you....we will work together.”
Laval jumped back, the gun shaking violently. “WHY CAN’T I DO THIS! DON’T COME ANY CLOSER MICHEL....!!!”
“Give me the gun Rene....we can work this out....you are safe from them here.”
At that moment the security door to the computer room opened; Nikita’s eyes widened as she stopped abruptly, trying to process what she was witnessing. Rene Laval’s head swung around to see who had entered the room. In that instant, Michael lunged forward, knocking the gun to the floor; Nikita dove down and scooped the gun up. Michael pushed Rene against the wall and held him by the throat.
“Friends do not kill their friends, Rene....we kill only our enemies....now, who are you working for?”
Laval sputtered and coughed. “I’m a dead man....just take that gun and kill me....please!”
“Who do you work for Rene?”
“I....I don’t know who they all are....believe me Michel....all I know is that slime from MI-6 met with me and offered me money so I could pay my debts! All I was hired to do was let them know how close you are at locating some society....the Medusa Society.....I don’t even know who they are!”
“What person from MI-6!” shouted Nikita.
“Quinn....Quinn.....something Quinn!”
“Declan Quinn?” responded Michael.
“Yes...yes, that’s the name...a slimeball...but then he changed the plan...said I had to kill you both...then in Paris....they beat the crap outta me....sent me back to finish the job.”
Michael pulled Laval over to a chair and thrust his body into the seat. “How did they track us here to Dalton’s villa in Portugal?”
“They....they traced an email addy....I think...I’m not sure.”
“An email IP address....but...but they would not be able to do a trace to the computer’s here,” stammered Nikita. “.....they have very sophisticated encryption protocol.”
“Well, they traced you here...that’s all I know.”
Michael looked at Nikita, puzzled. “But we have not emailed anyone.....we have not used our laptop since arriving in Portugal....there must be another way they traced us here. I have not gone online with our laptop because they traced us in Spain.”
Michael looked at Nikita, his brow furrowed. Nikita began to breath deeply; she remained silent.
“Hell if I know Michel...look...I don’t know what I’m doing anymore...you’d be doing me a favor by just sticking that gun to my head and pulling the trigger.”
Michael put his hand on Rene Laval’s shoulder. “The Society will not reach you here Rene...you can work with us to find them.”
“MICHEL! I JUST TRIED TO KILL YOU FOR GAWD SAKE!!!”
Michael pulled Rene Laval to his feet. “Come...let’s get your wounds attended to...get you some painkillers...some food, and you get some rest....then we’ll talk more about you working with us.”
“Why the hell would you trust me Michel? What kind of friend kills a colleague to save his own skin?”
“A person who has been threatened...with his life. Now come, let’s get you seen to....Nikita, please give me a hand.”
Nikita’s eyes flashed as she shook her head. “What? But Michael...he just try to kill you...how can you trust him?”
Michael nodded and a small smile appeared. “He’s an old friend Nikita...one I trust.”
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