| Subject: Whispered Identities - Chapter 200 |
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Date Posted: Wednesday, April 13, 08:17:55pm
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Lynuslinus
's message, "Whispered Identities - Chapter 191 & forward" on Monday, March 07, 07:58:57pm
Nikita checked outside the stone house for security guards: there were none.
Hummmm....strange, there should be some security watching this house.
Nikita glanced over her shoulder at Adrian as they crouched behind the portico. “You doing okay, Adrian? There are no guards so let’s see if we can get into their vehicle garage and hot wire a car.”
“I’m afraid the hot wiring will have to be your job, my dear....strange there are no security men in place though....”
“I agree...but let’s not look a gift horse in the mouth...come on...the garage is just a few hundred meters through that olive grove....are you okay to maybe make a dash for it?”
Adrian smiled. “I feel somewhat groggy with their drugs but I’ll do my best to keep up with you.”
“I’ll help you...come on,” smiled Nikita.
The two women made their way through the olive trees and stood outside a large wooden door on the front of a stone garage. Nikita motioned for Adrian to remain crouched behind a bush as she darted to a window on the side of the garage. After peering inside and not seeing anyone, she pried the window open and boosted herself inside; she quickly surveyed the interior and spotted a Land Cruiser and older model BMW. Nikita jumped behind the wheel of the BMW and bent her head under the dash to pull out the ignition wires. Pulling the wires apart, she bit off the ends to expose two connections. Tapping the live wires together, sparks shot from the cables as she tapped the wires together. Suddenly the car’s engine fired up. Nikita engaged the gears and edged the vehicle towards the wooden doors. She jumped from the car and glanced outside through a small porthole in the door and then swung open the heavy door.
“Adrian...quick...in here...I have the car started...we need to get out of here fast!”
Adrian rose from behind the brush and walked quickly into the garage, sliding into the passenger seat.
“Well done my dear....did you learn how to hot wire an automobile at Section or is that something you picked up from an earlier life,” she grinned.
“Ahhhh....well, believe it or not, Madeline taught me that trick....I always hoped she would tell me about herself sometime....like where she learned hot wiring.”
“Hummmm...yes, Madeline was an enigma....strange woman.”
“Okay, I’m going to make a dash for it....let’s hope our luck continues,” smiled Nikita.
The old BMW lurched forward as Nikita edged the car through the olive grove and onto the driveway. She floored the car once they reached the access road, glancing in the rearview mirror for any sign of someone following them. After fifteen minutes passed, Nikita breathed a heavy sigh.
“So far so good Adrian....have a look in the glove compartment for a map....hopefully we’re not too far from the village where your old contact lives....Machico was it called.”
“Yes....it was a very long time ago that we had dealings with each other....I only hope he is still there.....but....ahhhhh, Nikita....don’t you think it somewhat strange that we escaped from the house so easily.”
“I know...I was thinking the same thing....almost like they didn’t care if we escaped....it was too easy, I agree.”
“Perhaps they wish to track us....have us lead them to their true target.”
“But why kidnap us and drag us to Madeira, only to let us escape? They must want us to lead them to Michael.”
“They know where Michael Samuelle is Nikita....they want bigger fish.”
“What do you mean? They want to kill Michael ....he knows about the Society. And what are you saying...they know about Michael being at Dalton’s villa?”
“Yes they must....the Society are using Michael Samuelle and you to destroy their real objective.”
“Adrian! What are you saying? If they know Michael is at Dalton’s villa....why didn’t they just attack the villa and attempt to kill us?”
“That’s not their modus operandi Nikita....the Society works in the shadows...in the dark alleyways....and kill when you least suspect it. Hopefully my old contact can get us back to Portugal and to Michael Samuelle.”
“No Adrian....we won’t go back to Michael....I can’t go back....I...ahhh....have a look at the map, will you....we just passed a sign stating a village called Villos is ahead. Where is Machico anyway?”
Adrian squinted at a map she pulled from the glove box. “Hummmm....good, Machico is about twenty kilometers from Villos. But...well, Nikita I really think we should attempt to return to the villa in Portugal....return to Michael....you said he was in charge now and.....”
“NO! No...please Adrian....I can’t go back and see him....I left....we are finished. Fine, we’ll try to get to Portugal....but then we should return to London....to....well, to Center....and....and my father.”
“Nikita.....I know your heart is aching about you and Michael....but it would be much wiser to return to the villa....let Michael continue with the search....I’m certain he must know we have disappeared. He will no doubt be worried about you....he will want to know we’ve escaped capture and are okay.”
“I’ll contact Michael when we reach London....I can’t see him Adrian....I never want to see him....and you’re correct...it does hurt....I don’t love him....don’t think I ever did really....it was all just an adventure with Michael....and exciting adventure.”
“I don’t think you believe that Nikita....in your heart, you have deep feelings for Michael Samuelle.”
“Ha! No....not anymore....and the feelings I might have had....that was all just lust....sex....great, wild, exciting sex....but it’s over now.”
“He must have said or done something to make you feel this way now....but I know if you search your heart....your true feelings will rise.”
“Adrian....when I’m with Michael....I lose who I am....my life becomes his....I need to know who I am....I need to find a new life...without Michael.” She breathed deeply. “Look....we’re coming into Machico....do you remember where your contact lives?”
Adrian sighed heavily. “Very well my dear....but don’t let your emotions rule what’s in your heart.” She glanced up and down the main road. “If I recall, he lives on the far side of the village....a small white house....let us only pray he is still alive.”
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