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|Subject: Whispered Identities - Chapter 188
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Date Posted: Thursday, March 10, 08:26:15pm
In reply to:
's message, "Whispered Identities - Chapter 175 - 190 - Repost" on Thursday, March 10, 07:46:55pm
Nikita emerged from their bedroom, clad in light sweat pants and top; she pulled the towel from her head and began drying her hair. Michael was seated at the laptop scanning the disc Nikita had made of the cybershot camera numbers taken from the systems screen. He was dressed in white cotton pants and tank top. Nikita walked up behind him, encircling his neck and shoulders and began nibbling his ear.
“You must be tired Michael...you didn’t really get much sleep.”
“Michael smiled, “That’s your fault....after I scan these numbers I may lie down and try to sleep more.”
“Sorry...but you were the one who joined me in the shower....you should have remained in bed...sleeping.”
“Yes...I’ll try to remember that next time....hummmm....this is excellent work you’ve done Nikita....I’ll write a decoding program and begin work on deciphering what the numbers mean....and you were correct...the Medusa insignia must be a signal for their society.”
Nikita walked over to a small refrigerator and removed two bottles of mineral water. She placed one next to Michael, opened hers and sipped slowly; she started to pace the length of the room.
“Ahhhhh....Michael. There’s something I’ve been meaning to tell you....don’t know why I didn’t...well I do I guess....with things happening so quickly around here....I.....”
“You remember Adrian Maxwell...from MI-6?”
“Adrian Maxwell....I reported to her at MI-6 when we were on the De Albruzzi mission....”
“Yes...she was killed in an auto accident in the Bahamas.”
“She didn’t die....she’s alive, living here in Portugal...in a cottage outside the village...Faro...near here.”
Michael stopped tapping the computer keys and swivelled around to face Nikita. “What? I don’t understand....she’s alive? Did you just meet her while I was in Paris?”
“Well....ahhh...no. I met her....well, sometime ago....not all that long ago...but, when I went into town shopping, I was having lunch in a café and....there she was. She’s been in hiding since the so-called accident. A friend is helping her hide...supplies her money and...MI-6 thinks she is dead.”
“Why didn’t you tell me this before?”
“I don’t know why! I just....well, you weren’t being totally honest with me about what you were working on...the undercover mission...the one called White Rain. And now I find out Adrian was working on that also...and for my father no less!”
“You should have told me Adrian was alive Nikita.”
“I was angry with you Michael...about not leaving this bloody villa...getting our own place...like we planned!”
Michael rose and walked over to Nikita. He took the bottle from her hand and kissed her fingers. “We both need to learn to trust each other more...I felt I was trying to protect you by not confiding in you...now I understand we are only going to end this madness with the Medusa Society if we work together....and if we cannot complete the task together...and be together...nothing else matters.”
Nikita looked into the grey/green pools of Michael’s eyes; she blinked back tears. Her heart pounded fiercely at finally hearing Michael say these words. The tears crept down her face as she pulled Michael to her. They stood holding each other; Michael stroked her back as she clung to his shoulders.
After a few minutes, Nikita released her hold and smiled. “I’ll call Adrian...she would love to meet with you again....want me to order some breakfast...or brunch?” She grinned.
Michael wandered back to the computer and continued examining the number sequences. “Yes...just some croissants and juice please.”
Nikita picked up the phone and called the food order into the kitchen, asking for the items to be brought to their room. She stood watching Michael pondering over the numbers.
(('Whewww.....now all I need to tell him is how Adrian wants to work with us. He’ll be upset I confided our plan....but small steps....small steps.'))
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