|Subject: Whispered Identities - Chapter 173
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Date Posted: Wednesday, December 22, 07:12:18pm
In reply to:
's message, "Whispered Identities - Chapter 151 & forward" on Wednesday, October 20, 08:23:26pm
Michael stood before the patio window, staring at the thickening morning fog as it rolled in from the sea. Nikita emerged from the bedroom, pulling her robe on after finishing her shower. She smiled upon seeing Michael.
“Good morning...you’re a late riser this morning Michael....thought you’d be working in the computer room for Dalton.”
Michael swung around and strode over to Nikita, reaching for her hands, he kissed them gently, then looked into her eyes.
“I want to talk about my behavior last night....I feel very ashamed....I don’t know why I abused you like that....you must try to understand Nikita....men are very weak sometimes....we behave like animals....it disgusts me to think I treated you in such a manner. I promise...it will never happen again....I ask for your forgiveness.”
Nikita was taken aback. “Ahhhh....why....yes....I was somewhat surprised....but there’s no harm done....I mean....I’m fine....please don’t feel bad Michael...needs are needs.”
“You were correct...we must leave this place...I am becoming obsessed with completing an end game that will probably never see fruition.”
“I don’t understand.....look Michael, I realize you are under a great deal of stress and sex is a way of dispelling that stress. You’ve promised Dalton you will oversee his operation for a few days....you should honor that....and when he returns, we’ll leave.”
“Are you certain? This place is....I feel torn Nikita....I don’t want to lose you.” He walked away to the patio window and stood staring out at the sea. Nikita followed him and put a hand on his shoulder.
“This is about more than what happened last night, isn’t it Michael.”
Michael reached for Nikita’s hand and led her to the sofa; they sat down together.
“You are being generous, making excuses for my behavior....and you are correct...there is something I’ve kept from you. After completing the money transfers into our accounts, I did manage to break into MI-6 and Interpol’s systems....with a logic bomb....anyway, I was not able to gain any intel about their hunt for us. Hopefully, they lost total trace of us in Spain.”
Michael brushed strands of Nikita’s hair from her face and outlined her eyebrow with his finger.
“....ahhh....the thing is Nikita...I want to keep you safe...so I did not tell you my main task working on Dalton’s computers....you remember I referred to higher powers working within MI-6 and Interpol....well, there is a secret society called Medusa. Declan Quinn and many high ranking officials in different world intelligence agencies, belong to the Medusa society. They have plans to circumvent governments from making decisions regarding money laundering, drug cartels and terrorist groups.”
“Whaat? What on earth for....I mean...what do they hope to gain?” stammered Nikita.
“Their ultimate goal is to create one world organization to control the final decision making in these matters....not allowing politicians or governments the power.....they will work with terrorists, drug cartels and anyone helping them further their goals....all for money....for their own personal profit.”
“This is amazing Michael! How...how do you know of this?”
“I was made aware of the society over a year ago...everything....every mission I’ve been sent on, the real objective was to gain more evidence about the society. Unfortunately, the few I was working with...have disappeared....killed.”
“But....ahhh...why did you not tell me this before...I know you hinted a few times of so called greater powers at work but I....I just dismissed the idea.”
“I did not want you to know Nikita...telling you now puts you at risk....for your life. Quinn is hunting us because....I am a threat to the society’s existence....not because we’ve become rogue agents from MI-6.”
Nikita rose from the sofa and began pacing the room. “You mentioned the few you were working with....that have disappeared....who were they?”
“They were agents working outside of the known intelligence services....but...well, to my knowledge, all have disappeared.”
“But...so you mean there is no one left now searching for the society? And who brought the agents together for this mission? And how were you recruited?”
Michael smiled. “Many questions Nikita....first....I really don’t know if there are any other agents left....as to how I was recruited....ahhh, well, a woman....Anna, she once had higher objectives... for people, other than herself....but that changed....minions in the lower ranks of the Medusa society convinced her to join them and she ended up betraying me.”
“Oh my god Michael....what...how.....?”
“I was captured and tortured...but please I don’t want to discuss that now....I just want you to know that being with me puts your life in danger....my wanting to be with you puts a death threat on your life.”
“You will be safer if you return to your father.”
“MY FATHER! Why on earth would I return to Center and my father!”
“Because he is probably the only person who can truly protect you Nikita.”
“That’s ridiculous....because he’s the head of Center....another intelligence agency...how do you know he isn’t involved in the Medusa society?”
“Because he is the one who attempted to bring various agents together to hunt for the Medusa Society.”
“My father!....what! That’s not possible...he....why.....?”
“It is true....even though he is so far removed from the actual mission....he still heads it.”
“Do you report to him?”
“No I never did....I was instructed to send encrypted messages to a coded satellite uplink....when I had intel that might prove useful....I’m afraid I have not been very successful.”
Nikita pulled her bathrobe tighter across her chest and sat again next to Michael. “This is unbelievable Michael....I don’t know what to say.”
“I have been unfaithful to the original mission...White Rain....because I have allowed my feelings for you to distract me from my objective.... I have brought you into danger for your life...I have failed both the mission and you.”
Nikita wrapped her arms around Michael’s neck; they sat clutching each other. She pulled back slowly. “Ahhh...the name White Rain....you mentioned that name in Rome...you had a code name of pitchfork....was that really the mission for my father?”
“Yes....yes.....there are many layers of duplicity involved, I’m afraid.”
“Well, I’m not returning to my father....we can work together....as a team....”
“Nikita....I cannot keep you safe...if anything were to happen to you I.....”
“Remember your words to Dalton....about us being together...working and living...creating our world together...learning our parts....what you have told me should not change that.”
“But....how can I protect you? Please Nikita....”
“We watch out for each other...as one.”
Michael drew Nikita’s lips to his; they kissed passionately, Michael’s eyes closed in tears.
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