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Subject: Whispered Identities - Chapter 190

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Date Posted: Thursday, March 10, 08:29:26pm
In reply to: Lynuslinus 's message, "Whispered Identities - Chapter 175 - 190 - Repost" on Thursday, March 10, 07:46:55pm

As they drove back to the villa, Nikita glanced over at Michael; his eyes were riveted to the road ahead. He had not spoken since leaving Adrian’s cottage. Nikita brushed her hand against his shoulder and neck.

“What’s bothering you Michael?”


“Look I’ve come to know the silent Michael treatment...what’s wrong?”

“Adrian should remain in hiding...we shouldn’t contact her again...she will be safer that way.”

“Oh so you’re trying to play the protector again are you...always the one who must control the situation in order to save the world!”

“What? Don’t be ridiculous Nikita...she’s an old woman who should live out her life without danger.”

“This is really about me telling her everything...right...you’re mad at me because I informed her about our situation...we need her help...her background regarding the intelligence agencies...the ancient medieval history material...the woman is a walking textbook of information Michael.”

“We will be placing her life in danger...she suffered enough coming back from the dead.”

“Michael...she wants to help....we...you’d be foolish to deny her help. Look, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you earlier about her living in Portugal...here...and I was careful not to divulge specific intel about Dalton or what we were doing. She confided in me about working for Center on the White Rain mission. If you’re mad at me...say so!”

Michael drove in silence until he pulled up to the villa. After parking the car in a garage, they entered the main door and went up to their room. Nikita threw her coat on a chair and stood staring at Michael.

“Michael...talk to me. I apologize if you think I shouldn’t have told Adrian about us...but please don’t give me the silent treatment.”

“You don’t need to apologize Nikita....I’m just concerned for Adrian’s safety but you are correct...she can assist us ...she has knowledge of specifics we do not. Now...I think I’ll do some work in the computer room.”
“Okay...ahhh...the third disc I made for you has some research from the internet on ancient Greek history and the Medusa...maybe there’s something useful there.”

“Thank you. Are you alright...do you have things to do? I mean, you could watch television or read a book.”

Nikita started to laugh. “I’m fine Michael...I can entertain myself...don’t worry. Maybe I’ll try to watch television...listen to that new program ‘24'...in Portuguese.” She grinned.

~ ~ ~

Rene Laval pulled the rental car up to the security gate and was waved in by the guards. He drove towards the main building, parked, pulled his bag from the rear seat and made his way into the villa, using a coded entrance number. Once inside he walked slowly along the hallway, paused as he looked around for sign of any employees. He darted upstairs and stood outside Michael and Nikita suite. He knocked lightly on the door. Nikita opened the door slowly and stood smiling.

“Rene! What happened to you....Michael said you disappeared...he was so worried that something had....”

“I’m fine.”

“You don’t look fine...your face is all bruised....are you sure you don’t need medical attention?”

“No...no...I’m okay...I just ran into some old enemies...I owed money to them you see. Where is Michael?”

“He’s working in the computer room....look come in Rene...let me get you a drink and I can look at those cuts on your face...I have a first aid kit.”

“NO! No...really, I’m fine...I need to speak to Michael.”

“Is it about Alberto? Has he regained consciousness?”

“What? I don’t think so...no I just need to see Michael...” Laval started backing away down the hall, turned and bolted down the staircase.

Nikita closed the door slowly and wandered over to her cell phone. She punched the automatic dial code for Michael’s cell. It rang three times: “Yes Nikita?”

“Ahhhh...Michael...Rene Laval has returned, very beat up...he’s on his way to see you.”

“Oh...did he say what happened?”
“Just something about people wanting money he owed....but...well, something is bothering him Michael...he’s very agitated.”

“Fine...I’ll attend to him Nikita... thank you.” Michael clicked off his cell phone while at the same moment the heavy security door swung open. Michael swivelled around in his chair and sat looking at Rene.

“Rene...are you alright? What happened to you in Paris?”

Laval was clutching a glock with a silencer under his leather jacket.

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