|Subject: Whispered Identities - Chapter 166
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Date Posted: Saturday, November 27, 07:23:09pm
In reply to:
's message, "Whispered Identities - Chapter 151 & forward" on Wednesday, October 20, 08:23:26pm
The sound of the helicopter landing on the helipad could be heard in the computer room where Michael sat engrossed in creating his infiltration protocols. He rose and stretched; he felt hungry now, having skipped breakfast and any lunch. Closing the security door after him, he wandered towards the kitchen. The cook smiled as he entered.
“I am sorry to bother you but I wonder if it would be possible to obtain something to eat...I missed breakfast.”
“Yes, of course monsieur Samuelle...what would you like?”
“Anything....some bread, cheese...maybe some meat if you have any available.”
“Certainly. Where would you like to eat monsieur?”
“Here is fine...if that is alright.”
“Certainly...please be seated....here is some wine to drink...I’ll make you a ham pasta primavera if you like.”
After the cook served Michael, he sat quietly eating his food and thinking about Nikita.
(('She was even more angry at him now....for accusing her of forgetting the birth control....and it was his fault....he had promised to have a doctor prescribe new pills. Thinking with your dick again Samuelle. If I could only break into the Medusa society’s files somehow....but where to start? The footprints are hidden in MI-6 and Interpol....the main players are there. Why does Nikita not understand I must do this? It is for our own safety....well, more....the society must be exposed.'))
After spending a leisurely hour eating, Michael returned to the computer center where he continued to work for another hour. Suddenly, the door opened and Alberto, Dalton’s assistant, entered.
“Sorry to disturb you monsieur Samuelle but Mr. Dalton has requested to see you in his study...he has just hired the new recruits and apparently one of them claims to know you.”
“What? Who? What’s his name?”
“I’m not at liberty to say sir....but if you will accompany me....you can meet him.”
Alberto and Michael entered Dalton’s private study; Dalton sat behind a large desk and Michael could see the back of a man’s head who sat on a wing back chair facing Dalton. Upon spotting Michael, Dalton jumped up.
“Michel! I have just hired an acquaintance of yours.....” He laughed. “....or at least he claims to know you.”
The man rose and turned slowly - it was Rene Laval. Michael stopped in his tracks - his throat became dry. Laval grinned and extended his hand.
“Michel! It is you! How many years has it been!”
Michael walked forward and shook hands with Rene Laval; then Laval grabbed Michael’s shoulders and hugged him, planting a kiss on each cheek.
“Rene....I can’t believe it’s you....it has been....many years.”
“Too long Michel! We just lost track of each other.”
“Yes....lost track....so, you are going to work for Richard...ah, Mr. Dalton.”
“Yes, he’s just offered me a job...given my background in security intelligence....you working for him too?”
Dalton glanced at Michael. “I’m attempting to convince him to operate my computer systems...he is the best.”
“He always was....at university, nobody could hack into systems like Michel....got himself into heaps of trouble. But I thought you were working for Interpol.”
Dalton smiled. “If you two want to have some time to catch up on the past....be my guest...use the study....but I have a date with a horny woman....I’ll see you both for a late dinner...nine o’clock in the diningroom?”
“Thank you Richard,” replied Michael.
“Yes, thank you Mr. Dalton.”
As Dalton closed the door to the study, Michael walked slowly around the room, then sat in another wing back chair across from Rene Laval.
“Rene....I don’t know what you have been doing for all these years but....well, I realize it’s none of my business but....do you know what you’re getting into working for Richard Dalton?”
“I’ve heard of his exploits....he is very successful. Use’d to work for the CIA...now runs his own business.”
“Yes....not always legal.”
Laval burst out laughing. “Oh, give me a break Michel! Who cares....if you are worried about legalities...what the hell are you doing here?”
“Using his computer system.”
“Oh really....well, I’m fed up with fighting useless causes and feeding intel to government intelligence agencies....the buggers just use me....I want to make some serious money. Working for Dalton will do that for me.”
“Yes it might.”
“Look Michel...let’s not kid ourselves....we have a history, yes...but you’ve played both sides for whatever means....so don’t play the holier than thou attitude with me....you use your position with Interpol to put money in your own pocket.”
“What are you talking about?”
“Michel! For gawd sake...you are legendary man! Your expertise in moving money around the world...for whoever you might be working for at the time.”
“I have only performed money laundering for Interpol and MI-6...to entrap terrorists, drug lords or....”
“Bull shit Michel! Hey, this is Rene here....cut the crap with me....we go back too far. I don’t care what you are doing now....or for whom....and the past is the past....no matter what happened between you and me.”
“Some of those things are regrettable...I’m sorry.”
“History, Michel....so you turned me in for some illegal student activities in Paris....we were very young then....and let’s get it all out in the open...you stole my girlfriend.”
Rene Laval started laughing. “Hey, Michel....that’s all history....I don’t think I really loved that girl anyway....did you dump her? I heard she moved to the U.S. cause you broke her heart....I probably would have dumped her anyway...no point have some woman pining for you when you’re sitting in a French gaol.”
“I’m very sorry Rene....you are correct, we were very young...idealistic.”
“True....hey, this is great, you being here and meeting up again...but I’m bagged...want to get some sleep before having that dinner tonight....I’ve been going without sleep for two days...just trying to get here. Oh, I understand we have access to computers....is that where you work?”
“No...I’m in Dalton’s main computer systems center...there are computers for staff to use in the media room....down the hall on the right.”
“Excellent...I’ll have to check them out later.” He rose and reached for Michael’s hand. “Michel, it’s great seeing you again....and don’t worry about me working for Mr. Dalton....his business needs are mine now....see you later at dinner.”
Rene Laval smiled and left the study; Michael stood watching him leave.
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