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Subject: Whispered Identities - Chapter 192

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Date Posted: Thursday, March 10, 08:42:31pm
In reply to: Lynuslinus 's message, "Whispered Identities - Chapter 191 & forward" on Monday, March 07, 07:58:57pm

After arranging for Laval to have his wounds administered to, given food and locked in a secure room, Michael returned to their suite. Nikita was standing on the deck staring out at the sea. She clenched her arms tightly under her breasts, feeling chilled dressed only in a light sweater. A cool wave of fog drifted up to the patio, enveloping Nikita and obscuring her view of the sea. Michael walked out onto the patio and wrapped his arms around her waist; Nikita jumped slightly at his touch.

“Michael...sorry, I didn’t hear you come in....how is Rene?”

“He is under guard in a security room. The medic cleaned his cuts and issued him painkillers and food is being brought to him. The drugs will put him to sleep in another hour.”

“I can’t believe he tried to kill you!” She turned around to face Michael. “Do you think he would have...I mean pulled the trigger?”

“No...although I have not seen Rene until recently...here...I feel he is still the same friend I knew at university.”

“That was a long time ago Michael...people change....he changed....he tried to kill you!”

“He would not have pulled the trigger.”

“You are trusting....I don’t trust him now...you should have him sent away...let the Society deal with him.”

Michael smiled. “That’s not very compassionate of you Nikita....I thought I was the heartless one. No....Quinn used him to get intel, then changed the parameters of the mission.”

“Some change....kill us both!”

“Come inside.....you’re shivering,” whispered Michael as he pulled Nikita’s body to his and inside the room.

Michael closed the patio door and wandered to the small bar, pouring out two brandies. He wandered over to Nikita who sat on the sofa, and handed her the brandy glass.

“Drink up...this evening’s events call for brandy.”

Nikita sipped the liquid; she felt it burn through her chest. “You are very calm about this Michael....a so called friend trying to kill you.”

“Hummmm....good thing you came through the security door when you did Nikita...gave me time to go for his gun.”

“Ahhhhh....well, when he came up here to the suite... said he had to see you....I don’t know...something told me he was acting strange.”

“Women’s intuition?”

“Who knows....but I still don’t feel safe ....for either of us Michael....you should get rid of him...send him away.”

Michael walked to the sofa and sat next to Nikita, putting an arm around her shoulder, he pulled her head to his chest. “We will be fine....he will work with us. But the thing puzzling me is how Quinn and the Society managed to track us here....and more important, why don’t they just storm into the villa and kill us.”

Nikita looked at Michael with alarm. “Ohhhh...that’s comforting!”

“Sorry....but still....possibly Dalton’s security is too good but I doubt that’s what is keeping them at bay. Why are they playing this cat and mouse game....having Rene advise them of how much we know...then for some reason, tell him to kill us.”

“Maybe they don’t want to draw attention to this location....although I don’t know why,” surmised Nikita.

“Possibly....but we must work on a plan to let them think Rene has eliminated us....while I continue to work on decoding the numbers. And....how they traced an email IP address is very strange....Rene must have got that information wrong. Neither of us have used any computer in this villa that is traceable. When I set up money laundered accounts from the media room, there was no way anyone would know it was coming from me....I bounced those accounts around the world so many times...nobody could trace it back to here.”

Nikita looked up at Michael. “Well....ahhhh....oh gawd Michael....I’m so stupid....I....I did access an old email account I have at Hotmail....called Aussiegirl. Do you think they tracked the account?”

Michael pulled his arm away from Nikita and glared into her eyes. “You did what?”

“A while ago....I ....I used a computer in the media room to access emails...I didn’t reply...only checked them. You had used the computers for the money accounts so I figured it was alright.”

Michael rose and stood in front of Nikita looking down at her as she bit her lip. “It is very easy for someone to trace an IP address Nikita....especially a Hotmail account....you should have known that....surely you went through extensive computer intelligence training at Section and MI-6! Anyone searching for us would be just waiting to track the internet provider....you know they did on the laptop in Spain...how could you be so careless!”

“I....I just didn’t realize....because you used the same computer for the money accounts....and Dalton has a private satellite uplink....I...I just didn’t think....I’m sorry Michael....I....”

Michael wandered away to the bar and poured more brandy into his glass; he did not offer to refill Nikita’s glass. “We were fortunate the Society sent Rene Laval to inform on us....and to attempt to kill us....your foolish mistake could have cost us our lives Nikita.”

Nikita jumped up from the sofa and walked to Michael; she put her arms around his neck, tears running down her cheeks. “I...am...so...sorry. Please...please Michael, forgive me....”

He pulled away and wandered to the far side of the room, looked up and spoke softly. “Have you done anything else...I mean....contacted anyone on the outside....first you run into Adrian Maxwell, then the emails....what else Nikita?”

“NOTHING! And finding Adrian Maxwell here...that was pure luck...the fact she is in this part of Portugal and I bump into her! She can help us Michael....her knowledge is invaluable! I know I was foolish....ignorant for accessing my email account...and we are fortunate to have had a friend of yours spying on us....but....please Michael....we are okay...right?”

Michael’s eyes bored into Nikita’s. “I hope you realize how important it is that everything you....we do, will be the only reason we remain alive Nikita.”

She stood, tears streaming down her face as she reached out her hand to Michael who stood so far away on the other side of the room.

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