|Subject: Whispered Identities - Chapter 155
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Date Posted: Tuesday, November 02, 08:48:29pm
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's message, "Whispered Identities - Chapter 151 & forward" on Wednesday, October 20, 08:23:26pm
Michael pushed away his plate and downed the remains of red wine from his glass. “I think I’ll have a look at Dalton’s computers now. You want to join me....if not he probably has a library...or you could watch some television.”
“I’ll watch the master computer genius, if you don’t mind. And if you have time, maybe you could teach me how to access my email at Hotmail.”
“What? You want to...”
“Joking Michael...I’ll look for a book and watch you create worms and pinch money for our own villa,” she grinned.
Michael and Nikita walked into the media room; Michael wandered around the room until he spotted the latest model of computer technology. He pulled up a leather lounge chair and booted up the computer; Nikita sat cross legged on another leather chair, watching Michael.
After tapping in some codes, Michael sat back and stroked his chin.
“What’s up? Can’t find any computer games Michael?” she giggled.
“Dalton has some serious bandwidth....and with the creation of a few trojan horses, I should be able to slip in a few worms and hack into MI-6 and Interpol systems. But I need to start with building some new bank accounts for us, then surf around to see what terrorist funds are floating around in laundered accounts.”
Nikita smiled. “You amaze me with your knowledge of computer technology Michael. You realize if you were working for Bill Gates, you’d probably be a millionaire by now.”
“Maybe...”, he looked over at Nikita. “But this is way more fun.”
Michael began tapping away on the keyboard as Nikita watched; an hour went by and soon she began to feel drowsy. She rose and stood behind Michael, wrapping her arms around his shoulders. He was totally immersed in his task. Nikita kissed his neck and whispered in his ear. “I think I’ll go look for a book to read and have a nap....feel free to come and wake me...if you want...ahhh...anything.”
Nikita smiled and left the media room; she wandered into a small room that looked to be an office with rows of books on shelves stacked to over four meters high. Nikita wandered up and down the rows of books. “Wow....someone is a science fiction fan....maybe Dalton. Oh well, sci-fi it is.”
She pulled two books from a shelf and returned to their suite. Nikita plopped onto the large bed and opened one of the books; after fifteen minutes she tossed the book aside and rose, walking out onto the bedroom patio. In a courtyard below, two men were dressed in Japanese samurai clothing and grasped swords. An instructor was giving directions on how to attack and repel potential blows. Nikita stood watching in amazement.
(('Were they Dalton’s employees? And why would they be learning samurai sword techniques? Maybe its a form of underworld...mercenary ti chi.....'))
She giggled to herself. (('Right Nik....more like they are learning how to chop people’s head’s off...for money.'))
She ducked back into the bedroom and returned to the bed. Pulling back the duvet cover, she kicked off her shoes and slid off her cords and sweater. Nikita sighed as she yanked the duvet around her body; soon she drifted into a light sleep.
In the media room, Michael sat engrossed, watching the flat screen of the computer as program information scrolled before his eyes. Jose appeared and walked up to Michael; he quickly hit the escape key and an information menu appeared on the screen.
“Excuse me sir...can I offer you anything?”
“Ah....no thank you...nothing. I hope you don’t mind, I’m taking advantage of an opportunity to use Mr. Dalton’s computers.”
“Certainly....as I said, feel free to utilize anything in the villa. What time would you and your lady wish dinner and do you want to eat in the dining room or your suite?”
“Will there be anyone else joining us for dinner?”
“No sir...the staff eat by themselves....you are a guest.”
“I see...well, we’ll eat in our room....is six o’clock okay?”
“Certainly sir....I’ll have the kitchen bring you a menu so you may select what you would like to eat.”
“Yes...ah....please have Nikita choose the food ...she’s in our room...thank you ....Jose.”
The man nodded and left the room. Michael punched in the codes to return to his task of creating two bank accounts in the Banco de Portugal and also an ATM at the Multibanco to enable money to be withdrawn twenty four hours a day. He had already created new accounts in the Cayman Islands and Barbados - waiting for funds to be filtered from various laundered terrorist accounts. Over the next two hours, Michael used his program to hack into various terrorist laundered money accounts around the world. He decided to access a new account of a eastern European group called Dark Angel. They worked out of Bulgaria but performed acts of terrorism for Russian mob bosses. Dark Angel was also laundering Columbian drug cartel money - these were the funds Michael decided to access. The Dark Angel group were new on the scene of world terrorism and that was no doubt why the Columbian drug lords were using them to filter money through Bulgarian banks and into legitimate European businesses. Michael continued working at the computer until Jose entered the media room.
“Excuse me sir....your dinner is being served in your suite.”
“Huh? Oh, pardon....what time is it?”
“Six o’clock sir....the time your requested dinner.”
“Thank you.” Michael pulled a disc from the computer, having saved the information he had been working on. “I lose track of time while on the computer...thank you.”
Michael opened the door to their suite; Nikita was busy working with a maid as they set dinner places on a table and lit candles. The maid completed her task, smiled and made for the door.
“Thank you, Maria...the table looks lovely....but can you find some music for us.”
“Yes ma’am....” The woman walked to a credenza and pushed a panel, exposing a video/music display. She turned the stereo on and handed Nikita the remote to select the music. As Michael stood watching, the maid nodded and left.
“Well, this looks very inviting Nikita....and romantic.”
“Well, I do what I can,” she grinned. “I mean you’ve been working so hard DEAR....making money for us!”
Michael walked to Nikita and kissed her cheek; he pulled out her chair and she sat. Michael poured wine in crystal goblets and removed the silver lid from his plate.
“I see you’re partaking of Portugese specialities again,” he smiled.
“Yes....and when we get settled, I’m going to learn how to cook many dishes myself. Bon apetite,” she raised her glass of wine.
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