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Date Posted: Sunday, September 12, 02:17:36pm
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Lynuslinus
's message, "Whispered Identities - Chapter 129 and forward" on Sunday, August 22, 06:05:27pm
Michael and Nikita returned from dinner and a short visit to the casino. They had dressed in formal evening wear; Nikita had visited a hair stylist and Michael had finally agreed to a hair style after much coaxing from Nikita. *
They tossed their coats on the sofa. Michael walked to the laptop and began to type codes in another attempt to access the MI-6 protocol. Nikita slipped off her dress shoes and wandered over to Michael.
“Would you please unzip my dress...this is a little shock to the system getting all dressed up. And you look extremely handsome in that dark blue suit Michael.”
“Hummmmm....yes,” He turned quickly and unzipped Nikita’s dress, then returned to the computer.
“Still no luck breaking the anti-incursion protocol?”
“No....I’m going to attempt a different approach.”
“Michael. Why would Quinn or Interpol have any current data in their systems on us? I mean, possibly there is nothing....why would they chance anyone else accessing intel?”
“They will use IP’s to communicate with others to track our whereabouts. I just need to find a way into their protocol. I am going to design a worm, a friendly virus that will hack itself into all the MI-6 programs. The worm will replicate information stored at the site, then send it back to the originator - me. It takes time though, so I will create a graphic to illustrate when the worm has completed the task.”
Michael rapidly created a graphic display to insert into his program. Within minutes he had completed the design. Nikita leaned over to observe: A graphic of a worm eating grass appeared on the screen. She giggled.
“Very clever...so how long before the worm gets full of grass?”
“Ahhhh....what? Oh, possibly many days. As we travel, I’ll connect the computer wherever possible and upload the progress. There will be a signal when the intel comes back, namely IP addresses. Then I can begin tracking who Quinn is communicating with.”
“You created the worm graphic design fast, how long will it take you to write the program?”
Michael looked up at Nikita. “Most of the night. You get some sleep.”
“Michael you could have been working on this during the day and evening....we shouldn’t have gone out for dinner and the casino.”
“No. I wanted to enjoy Monte Carlo with you....it was a wonderful evening.”
Michael pushed back the desk chair, rose and grasped Nikita’s shoulders; he kissed her softly on the cheeks, neck and lips. Nikita responded immediately, clutching Michael tightly. He pulled back slowly, cupping her face in his hands. She outlined his lips with her fingers.
“I love you Michael...but it still scares me....I mean, the way I feel....”
Michael kissed her fingers. “I know...we are both in territory we have not entered before...and....well, someone told me recently I need to.....tell you how I feel too....I love you Nikita....it has just been difficult for me to say.”
Nikita eyes filled with tears. “Michael....I......”. She pulled him to her body and they stood, alone in the room, clutching each other. Finally Michael spoke.
“You should try to get some sleep Nikita....hopefully we will make it to Spain tomorrow. And you should do most of the driving as I’m working late.”
She wiped her tears and smiled. “Deal....please don’t stay up all night working on the program Michael...you need sleep too.”
Michael kissed her hands and turned to the computer. “I’ll see how it goes...good night.”
Nikita brushed her hand against his cheek and turned to walk into the bedroom.
* Sort of a S 3 hairstyle/cut with a slight dyed blonde accent....enough intel...lol
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