|Subject: Whispered Identities - Chapter 165
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Date Posted: Thursday, November 25, 08:51:17pm
In reply to:
's message, "Whispered Identities - Chapter 151 & forward" on Wednesday, October 20, 08:23:26pm
The following morning, Michael was working in the main computer room. He had slept fitfully on the sofa; much too short for his body, so when he rose in the early morning, he felt sore and cramped through his neck and shoulders. He had been totally taken back by Nikita’s outburst. He had told her his need to work on locating intel about MI-6 and Interpol - why did she not believe him. He was being deceptive of course; he was not telling her about the Medusa society, but that was for her own protection. As an array of codes flashed before his eyes on the screens, he stopped typing and stared blankly at one of the screens.
He would never understand this woman.....she has a fiery temper....is over emotional....demanding....acting like a spoilt child, wears her heart on her sleeve....but....is so beautiful....so warm and caring....why...why has she captured my soul!
He pulled the leather chair closer to the console and began tapping in further codes. The main door opened and Dalton swept into the room.
“Michel! So everything ready for the presentation?”
“Give the old boy another hour to ease into the day....I understand he tied one on last night. Anyway, it will give me time to look over the resumes of some new recruits arriving this afternoon.”
“Yes....” he laughed. “Hard to get good staff these days. I have three potentials....one a wide-eyed academic, the second one an out and out thug, and the third has been playing all sides of the so called equation. Would you like to meet them? Help me decide which ones to hire or not.”
“I think not Richard...if you don’t mind, I’ll continue working on my project.”
“And just what is that project Michel....if you don’t mind me asking?”
“Like I explained...just tapping into the mainframes of Interpol and MI-6....looking for a little dirt.”
“Is there anything that might prove profitable....for us both of course.”
“I’ll see...time will tell.”
Dalton grinned. “You snake in the grass....slither in and poke around....God Michel, I wish you would come work with me! Oh....I arranged for a driver to take your lady into the village for some shopping. That should keep her occupied for most of the day....she getting a little testy not having much to do?”
“She is somewhat bored, I think.”
“Hummmm....yes, some women need more than being wined and dined and fucked every night, grant you that. Oh, forgot to tell you....my little sweetheart is arriving also this afternoon...with the recruits. She’s an underwear model....a body that is to die for....and can she give a blowjob! Whewww....I get hard just thinking about her. Her little career is important to her...so I allow her to flit around the world posing in her undies....Ha!”
Michael turned slowly and looked up at Dalton. “That’s nice you have a companion.”
“Michel....you and I both know we can’t work all the time without a little relaxation. I mean, making tons of money...living well....naturally it should include, screwing your brains out. Anyway, I’ll be back in one hour with the client....don’t forget to wow him with your expertise! Ciao!”
Dalton slammed the heavy door closed as Michael reached over to boot up his logic bomb program.
The software presentation to the middle east buyer went smoothly and after handing over a metal briefcase with money, he shook hands with Michael and Dalton and made his way to the helipad to depart for Syria. Michael and Dalton stood watching the helicopter take off into the brisk winter day, dust swirling from the rotors. Dalton slapped Michael’s back and grinned.
“We did it you son of a bitch! Or at least - you did. I thought for sure the bugger would want to test the software in his country....you know....fire off some missiles!”
“Perhaps he will upon returning to Syria.....and if there is a problem....he will no doubt be returning.”
“WHAT! What the hell are you talking about!”
“Nothing...nothing at all Richard....the software works perfectly....just needs to be reloaded over and over....so it can be traced.”
“What the hell you do that for? I don’t give a damn where he uses it! You just can’t stop working for the bloody government, can you!”
“Not that at all....I just like to leave a few trademarks on my work.”
“You are something else Michel! Come on, let’s get ourselves a drink.”
Michael and Dalton sat sipping a vintage red wine in Dalton’s private study. Dalton glanced at his watch. “I wish that damn chopper would arrive with the recruits and Stephanie....I’m horny as hell....haven’t been laid in weeks.”
Dalton’s cell phone rang. “Hello? Baby....I’m dying here....where’s the chopper now? Good....I guess about half an hour if he has to refuel. What? Whaaaa....what the hell are you saying? Forget it! I don’t give a goddam if you forgot your damn pills....I’m not using any goddam condoms....I hate them! What? Right....whatever! See you.”
Dalton slammed his cell phone shut. “Bloody woman! Says she left her birth control pills in Paris....in her hotel room...in the bathroom....hasn’t been taking them for over a week....now she’s arriving with a box of condoms....shit....I hate those damn things!” Dalton drained his wine glass. “Sorry buddy....not your problem....fucking women....”
Michael didn’t hear Dalton anymore; he just sat still, saying nothing, sipping his wine.
He and Nikita had not used any protection the other night....and she had told him before ....she was out of birth control pills....needed to see a druggist to buy more....and he had not used a condom. Hadn’t even thought about needing protection..... Merde! Idiot! And why would she allow herself to have sex without protection!
Michael rose from his chair. “Please excuse me Richard....would you know if your driver has taken Nikita into the village yet?”
“Not sure...hang on.” He pushed a button on his cell phone. “Yeah....has the driver taken Mr. Samuelle’s lady into town yet? Fine.” He closed the cell phone. “She told the driver this afternoon...he’s still waiting to hear what time.”
“Thank you. I’ll talk to you later.”
Michael walked quickly to their suite and pushed open the door. Nikita was gathering her coat and purse, getting ready to leave.
“Where are you going Nikita?”
“To town...like you suggested...anything to get out of this place....I need some money.”
“Certainly.” He reached into a billfold, pulled out a pile of euros and handed them to her. “Ahhhh....Nikita...we need to talk.”
“Oh, now you want to talk....what about...the fact you and I are on different wave lengths.”
“I don’t understand what you mean.....I want to talk about the other night, when we made love....we had no protection.”
“Nikita....do you still have birth control pills to take...you told me you needed to purchase more once we arrived in Portugal....I’m sorry I should have arranged something like I promised.”
“I don’t have anymore pills....just like I said.”
“I didn’t use a condom.”
“Nikita....ahhhh....we need to take care....so you don’t get pregnant!”
“What if I did Michael? Would that change anything....get us out of this place?”
“I don’t understand you....what are you talking about?”
“We only had sex once since I finished my period...stop being so paranoid....so what if we didn’t use protection.”
“Nikita! We can’t do this! What are you thinking! We can’t live the lives we have and allow children to enter into the picture. Did you do this on purpose?”
“What! It’s my fault? Am I the only one responsible for birth control Michael? Always the woman’s duty? Fuck you Michael.....I can’t deal with this!”
Michael paced up and down the room breathing deeply, attempting to control himself. “Yes....yes, you are correct....we are both responsible.....I forgot....I’ve been working too much in the computer center....I forgot.”
“I’m going into town now....have Dalton set up something with a bloody doctor in town and have him prescribe some damn pills....okay.”
“Yes...yes....you are right....I’ll do that.”
Nikita jammed the money Michael had given her into her purse and slid on her coat. “I’ll wait with the driver in the car....have Dalton give him the doctor’s name and address.”
She disappeared out the door leaving Michael standing looking after her.
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