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Subject: Whispered Identities - Chapter 158

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Date Posted: Monday, November 08, 07:40:35pm
In reply to: Lynuslinus 's message, "Whispered Identities - Chapter 151 & forward" on Wednesday, October 20, 08:23:26pm

Michael closed the door to their room and watched Nikita walk out onto the patio. The night air was cold and a light rain fell. Nikita stood looking out to the ink black sea.

“Nikita....it’s cold...why don’t you come back inside.”

She returned to the livingroom, closing the patio doors behind her; then looked up at Michael.

“What are you doing Michael? Are you planning on working for this man?”

“Just the one task tomorrow...that is all....I feel I must repay him for allowing us to stay here.”

“I saw the way you looked at that computer equipment....like you were looking at a long lost lover.”

“Don’t be ridiculous Nikita....true, he has the state of the art equipment....but after running the program for his client....I will possibly attempt to delve into the MI-6 protocol to gain information about us....that is all.”

“When are we leaving here Michael?”

“Another few days...like I told Dalton....why are you acting like this Nikita?”

“I have a bad feeling about him....and us, that’s why.”

“I told you before we arrived here...you would have to accept his ways....and his business...also that I might be expected to perform some work for him.”

“Michael...please, let’s leave here...now.”

Michael walked to Nikita and pulled her to his body. “You are over re-acting....there will be no problems....one task for him...another few days and we leave...okay.”

Nikita wrapped her arms around Michael’s waist, rested her head on his shoulder and stared off into space.

The following morning, Michael rose before dawn and slipped into sweat pants, top and light fleece sweater; he tied up the laces to his jogging shoes and slid quietly out of the suite. Once outside he stretched and began a easy jog along the access road to the villa. As he approached the main gate, a security guard walked out and held up his hand. Recognizing Michael, he nodded and opened the gate. Michael increased his running speed as he continued along the road through the rows of fig and almond trees. He felt the drizzle of rain wetting his face as he dodged puddles on the road.

(('What would his life be like working for a man like Dalton? If he was not with Nikita...he no doubt would be totally immersed in doing illegal activities for men like Dalton....one cannot continue to run and hide from those hunting you forever. Was he playing a fools game....not being honest with Nikita about what kind of life they would have....there never would be a normal life....with children...a home.'))

Michael continued running down the rain soaked roadway.

Having showered and dressed after his run, Michael opened the door to the dining room for Nikita. Dalton sat at the long dining table sipping coffee and reading a newspaper; upon hearing his guests, he stood and motioned for them to be seated. After they ate a full breakfast, Michael again declined the invitation to tour the hunting preserve.

“Well if you don’t mind Michel...maybe we could go over a few points about the...aww..presentation to my client.” He glanced at Nikita. “You are welcome to remain Nikita....I only hope you won’t find it too boring.”

“No problem....I’ll go for a walk....maybe down to one of the beaches.”

“Excellent...I’ll have a driver take you to the beach access road....otherwise, it’s a long arduous hike down the rocks from the villa.”

Nikita shot a look at Michael. “Thank you....we’ve been wanting to have a look at the beach. I’ll see you later Michael.” She dabbed her mouth with a napkin and rose to leave; pausing a moment at the door, she stared intently at Michael, then disappeared down the long hallway.

A servant appeared and poured more coffee then vanished through a rear door. Dalton picked up his coffee, smiled and moved closer to Michael.

“Did you have a good run this morning Michel?”

“Yes, thank you.”

“I don’t run anymore....my knees are shot...remember...you and I used to run...well, more from people trying to kill us.” He laughed.

“I remember.”

“It really is a better life working for oneself you know....you’ll soon find that out. But...awww...if you don’t mind me asking....what’s the difference with this woman you are with? You seem somewhat fond of her Michel.”

Michael did not reply.

“She is stunningly attractive, I must say that for her. But I didn’t think you would fall for another woman....not after Anna, and especially after she betrayed you....I remember how hard that was for you to tell me.”

“Anna did betray me.”

Dalton sipped his coffee, opened a gold cigarette case and lit a cigarette with a silver lighter.

“I wouldn’t blame you for never trusting another woman Michel....after what she did. How fickle love can be....yes, Anna was beautiful too....an ambassador’s daughter....rich...but willing to throw love away for her ideals.”

“Anna was misled by the wrong people....”

“Whatever the reason Michel....her betrayal nearly got you killed....I hope this woman...Nikita, will never be the cause of your death.”

Michael rose, pushing his chair back; he glared at Dalton. “Is this conversation finished...or do you have some details about your client and the softwear presentation you wish to relay to me.”

“Not really Michel....just be at the master control room at 12:00....my assistant Alberto will take you into the room and hand you the softwear to perform a dry run before the client arrives. If you foresee any glitches, have Alberto call me immediately....I really do thank you for doing this, Michel....you are the best computer expert in Europe...possibly the world.”

“The task seems easy enough Richard....I’m certain even you could load some softwear and run it.”

“Well, thank you anyway...I want to impress this man....like I know more than I do.” He laughed. “Anyway....see you at 1 pm if not before...and now....I think I’ll go shoot a few animals....sure you don’t want to join me?”

“No thank you.” Michael turned and walked from the room.

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I have a very very very bad feeling about this! (NT)MichellebTuesday, November 09, 07:53:03am
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