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|Subject: Whispered Identities - Chapter 183
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Date Posted: Thursday, March 10, 08:15:24pm
In reply to:
's message, "Whispered Identities - Chapter 175 - 190 - Repost" on Thursday, March 10, 07:46:55pm
Nikita could hardly contain her excitement. What if she had actually located important intel on the Medusa Society.
I should call Michael immediately! He could return and begin work on the number sequences. No...wait...cool your jets Nik! A little more research first...I may have retained something from the art history classes, but I should do more research.
Nikita slid in front of a computer and booted up the internet to search for Greek mythology and the Rondanini Medusa. Pages of information appeared on the screen.
Think Nikita! I remember the sculpture of the face that turned to stone with serpents for hair....but what does that have to do with what I’m looking for.
“Damn! You’re reaching for something that doesn’t exist Nik! What the hell are you thinking...okay...the insignia on the corner of the pages is a graphic of the Rondanini medusa sculpture...yes.....but....”
Nikita began reading pages of text on the Greek mythological figure of medusa.
“Hummmm....yes, the Medusa was a terrible monster who laid waste to the country...well, that would definitely be a good symbol for this society. I wish Michael had told me more about them. Okay, the best thing to do is copy as much research background and let Michael wade through it...see if he can make a connection....and the numbers...my gawd, they could mean anything. I am so out of my depth here!”
Nikita spent another hour copying information from the internet on the various medusa organizations around the globe and a disc full of files on the medusa in mythology and Greek art history. She shut down the computers and collected her belongings, stuffing the discs and walkman in her backpack. Closing the computer system door behind her, she glanced around the hallway: it was deserted. She darted up to her room, pulled out all the discs she had made plus the ones Michael had left with her.
Hummm...now where to hide them....
She walked into the bathroom and grinning, slid the discs into a box of tampons. Nikita returned to the bedroom and pulled on some running tights, a fleece sweater and jogging shoes. Sliding a warm headband over her ears and forehead, she closed the door and made her way outside. One of Dalton’s security men nodded as she began to run slowly towards the main gate. As she dodged the puddles of icy water on the gravel road, her mind began to focus on what she had discovered. The late afternoon air was crisp but over the sea low clouds threatened with heavy rain clouds. Nikita increased her pace as she left the access road and began making her way along a narrow trail leading towards the sea. She leapt over rocks and roots, her breathing increasing. Soon she reached a narrow strip of sand and gravel beach; she paused and performed a series of deep knee bends; then stood staring out to the sea.
The numbers must be a code...only recognizable by members of the Society...and the insignia of the medusa head is their mark confirming the authenticity of communiques. Maybe in the history of Greek art...and the use of the medusa...there is meaning for what the Society is attempting to accomplish.
Nikita began jogging slowly along the beach, her head filled with questions and thoughts of the events that had happened over the last couple of months. How Michael had finally admitted to working for Interpol...possibly as a double agent....how she had feared he might kill her. She smiled....recalling their lovemaking. But he wasn’t working for Interpol...he was on a secret mission. Nikita stopped in her tracks. The memory of their time in Rome, posing as brother and sister to access the De Albruzzi villa...the time she caught Michael typing the mission code name of White Rain on her computer. That name must have been his secret mission...not with Interpol like he said. The doubts and fears she felt those early days with Michael washed over her. Nikita shook her head trying to dispel the growing cloud of doubt.
Why should Michael still be lying to me? We’ve been through so much together...where is this paranoia coming from? Stop it Nik!
Nikita turned around and began retracing her tracks back to Dalton’s villa. She would call Michael as soon as she reached her room...tell him about what she found and ask that he return immediately....and she should tell him about Adrian being alive...but...she’d save that for when he was by her side.
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