| Subject: Whispered Identities - Chapter 177 |
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Date Posted: Thursday, March 10, 08:00:32pm
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Lynuslinus
's message, "Whispered Identities - Chapter 175 - 190 - Repost" on Thursday, March 10, 07:46:55pm
Rene Laval approached the security panel that allowed access into the main computer systems room. He glanced nervously over his shoulder and began punching in his security code number. He was just about to begin the iris scan, when one of Dalton’s men came running up to him.
“Is monsieur Samuelle in computer systems!”, he shouted, out of breath.
“Ahhhhh....I believe so...why?”
The man pushed by Laval and began entering his own access code. “I need to speak to him immediately!”
“What? What’s happened,” stammered Laval, his hand sliding into his jacket to reach for his gun.
“It’s not your concern...now take off!” The man shoved Laval aside as the heavy door clicked open.
Michael rose quickly from where he had been kneeling before Nikita; she pulled her hands away and looked up in alarm.
“Sorry to disturb you monsieur Samuelle!” the man shouted, entering the room. Rene Laval had slipped into the room behind Dalton’s man.
“What is the problem?” questioned Michael.
“I...ah....we just received a message that.....Mr. Dalton’s helicopter crashed! The pilot and Mr. Dalton were killed on impact....his assistant...ahhh....Alberto is still alive....but in critical condition....he’s been taken to hospital in Lisbon.”
Michael glanced at Nikita and over at Rene Laval. “Dalton is dead? Was the helicopter under attack?”
“Possibly....we are uncertain at this time.....but....well, Mr. Dalton left you in charge of the plant....the business....ahhh, so....we want to know what direction you want to take.”
“Dalton left me to run his operation for a few days only....to oversee the operation...not to take over running the business. Surely, he has a contingency plan in place....if something should happen to him.”
“Well....ahhh, not that I am aware of....perhaps Alberto knows of such a plan....but he is in a coma in the hospital.”
Michael wandered over to the main computer console and sat staring at the flickering wall of monitors. He said nothing but slowly turned in the swivel chair upon feeling Nikita’s hand on his shoulder. She stood looking into his eyes, questioningly; he returned her look, then rose.
“I will supervise the operation until the contingency plan is located. I cannot believe Richard Dalton would not put something in place in the event of his death. Contact the hospital in Lisbon for an update on Alberto Dacosta....he I believe is Dalton’s main assistant....he must know of such a plan.”
“Yes...certainly sir....do you wish to travel to Lisbon and question Alberto if he has regained consciousness?”
“Yes....I will drive to the airstrip in Faro....arrange for a plane.....I’ll travel to Lisbon and wait for him to recover.”
“Yes sir....I will attend to the details immediately.” The man pushed by Laval and raced from the room.
Rene Laval stood watching Michael and Nikita; his hand resting on the revolver under his jacket; his breathing laboured. Nikita walked slowly to the far side of the computer room, her arms crossed tightly over her breasts. Michael strolled to her side, ignoring Laval; he took her shoulders in his hands and whispered in her ear.
“We will be alright Nikita....this was no doubt a singularity....aimed at Dalton by his enemies...of which I am certain, there are many.”
Nikita looked deeply into Michael’s eyes. “That’s not what I’m concerned about Michael....what I am afraid of is....what does his death mean to our lives....our plans.”
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