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Date Posted: Tuesday, September 14, 12:17:52am
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Lynuslinus
's message, "Whispered Identities - Chapter 129 and forward" on Sunday, August 22, 06:05:27pm
The next morning, Michael and Nikita followed a hotel attendant to their vehicle. Michael packed the new luggage containing their purchases into the trunk of the Mercedes. There were still bags of clothing and accessory items that would not fit into the travel cases, so Nikita worked at stuffing those behind the seats of the vehicle. Michael tipped the hotel attendant, and slid into the passenger seat; Nikita fastened her seat belt on the driver’s side and turned to Michael grinning.
“Ready...I’m dying to try this little baby.”
“Not too fast Nikita....remember the winter roads.”
“Yes, sir.”
Nikita steered the Mercedes onto Le Boulevard Charles III. She glanced over at Michael; his eyes were closed, his head resting on the seat support. He had spent the remainder of the night working on his computer program and had almost completed the implementation but fatigue had overcome him at 5 am. Michael had pulled off his clothes and collapsed on the bed next to Nikita. Two hours later, Nikita had rose and tip-toed into the bathroom. Upon returning to the bedroom, Michael had already commenced dressing in casual winter clothes he had purchased the previous day. Nikita had questioned him about how long he had slept: his reply - enough - but today you will drive.
As Nikita wheeled the Mercedes through Monaco, she reached over and pushed on the cd player. Mozart drifted from the speakers; she turned down the volume as she noticed Michael had fallen into a deep sleep. As she approached the outskirts of Monaco and entered France, she sighed to herself.
Well, Nik....you have indeed got yourself into a very interesting life event. Madly in love with the most incredible man you will ever meet.....and he even loves you! And has told you so! And your life style includes living in ski cabins and exquisite hotels....spending thousands on designer clothes.....making love with the most amazing lover.....but....having to realize, it could all end...at any time....like Michael says...we must live every day to the fullest.
Nikita glanced at the surrounding countryside of the French Riviera. Although it was winter, the coastline and villages were beautiful. The sandstone orange/brown craggy coast gleamed in the morning sunshine; the glistening Mediterranean stretching into the horizon. Nikita inhaled her breath as she glanced over at Michael sleeping.
What a beautiful man....and he has chose to be with me....Nik, how your life has changed.
Nikita drove the bi-pass road around Nice and continued into the Riviera towns of Antibes and Cannes. She smiled as she passed the turn-off road to St. Tropez. She had spent three days there with David Majors, the MI-5 agent. That had only been a year ago; but seemed like a life time. Majors had still been attempting to bed Nikita and she had only accepted his invitation in an attempt to determine her own feelings for the man. They had walked the beach, and made love - demanding almost violent love on David Majors part. They had returned to London, Nikita with mixed feelings about David; not just the unfulfilled lovemaking - there was something else that was missing. And now she knew what that was - love, real love for a person. Nikita reached over and stroked Michael’s arm; he stirred and re-positioned himself in the seat.
As Nikita continued on the highway towards Marseille, she looked at the clock on the dash.
They should think about stopping for lunch.
Breakfast had been a hasty affair of only coffee. Her stomach was reminding her of a need for food. She looked again at Michael; he was still sleeping peacefully.
She would keep driving until he awoke...then stop for food.
As she continued towards Marseille, Nikita looked up at the rearview mirror. The vehicle following behind, a Renault sedan had been there for the last hour. Nikita’s Section training had clicked in and her observation of the vehicle and the time frame, caused her concern. Spotting a pull-off ahead, she steered the Mercedes into the lay-by. The Renault continued down the road.
Right Nik! Stop being paranoid.
She pulled the car back onto the highway and continued until signs announcing the outskirts of Marseille appeared on the highway shoulder. Nikita noticed a by-pass around Marseille, and wheeled the Mercedes off in that direction. A few minutes later, as she settled in, trying to ignore her hunger, she looked up and spotted the same Renault in the mirror.
Alright! Let’s see if you are really following us or if it’s just a coincidence!
Nikita began steering the vehicle in different evasive manoeuvers. Spotting a side road ahead, she jerked the steering wheel onto the secondary road. The sudden jolting movement woke Michael and he sat upright in his seat.
“What is the problem. Why are we....”
“Someone is following us....or I am attempting to find out if they are. The Renault...I spotted it a ways back.”
Michael turned to look out the rear window. The Renault was following at a high speed.
“Are you okay doing this Nikita?”
“Of course....this is Section One baby play. The next sharp turn in the road, I’ll swing around and come back onto them. You have your gun handy....we really need to get two guns Michael....”
Nikita could feel her adrenalin pumping as she steered the Mercedes at high speed over the road. Michael reached back into his leather bag containing the computer and pulled out a Sig, 9mm semi automatic revolver.
“Alright....steer them off the road...I’ll go for the driver, you pull the passenger out. Try not to damage our car.”
Nikita smiled, her heart pounding. “Of course!”
A curve in the road loomed ahead and as Nikita steered the car into the corner, she yanked the steering wheel sharply, bringing the Mercedes into a 180 degree turn. The Renault raced around the turn and slammed on the brakes upon spotting the Mercedes approaching them at full speed. The Renault swerved and veered off the road, hitting a cluster of small trees. Michael and Nikita leapt from the Mercedes and raced to the Renault. Michael yanked open the driver’s door and pulled the man out, throwing him on the ground, his gun pressed to the man’s head. Nikita had grabbed the man in the passenger seat and judo chopped his neck, leaving him lying helpless on the road. At the same time, she had glanced quickly into the back seat, to see if further pursuers were hidden or waiting to attack; there were none.
Michael pressed his gun into the driver’s mouth. “You speak English, or French?”
“Ahhhhhhhh.....I...”
“Why are you following us? You have one minute to reply before I test my new gun into your mouth.”
“NO! NO! Monsieur....please...we were told to follow your Mercedes...that is all!”
“Who told you to follow the car.”
Nikita dragged the passenger over to where the driver lay on the road. He was semi-conscious. Nikita looked at Michael and the driver.
“Oh, sorry....this one is knocked out....guess I don’t know my own strength....”
The man looked over at his companion and shuttered. “Please...don’t kill us! We were hired to follow your car...that is all!”
“Who hired you!” shouted Nikita, the adrenalin still pumping.
“A call from a contact in Monte Carlo....I do work for him...on behalf of the French government! Please, we are innocents here! We were told to just follow you and report your destination....that is all!”
“What is the name of your contact in Monte Carlo,” questioned Michael.
“Please monsieur! I cannot tell you that...they will find out and....”
“Kill you perhaps? Well, I will kill you now, if you don’t talk....now, what is the name of your contact in Monte Carlo?”
“....ahhhh....a monsieur Toulit....he does work for the French government.”
“Does he work for the government?”
“NO! He...he takes work ....work the government does not want to do!”
“Work the French government wants to remain hidden...is that correct.”
“Ahhhhhh.....oui...yes...possibly monsieur....please do not kill me!”
“What is his full name?”
“Francois Toulit...he has a small wagon lit in Monte Carlo....please don’t tell him I’ve given you his name....please monsieur!”
“Of course not....well, sweet dreams.”
Michael smashed his gun across the man’s head, not killing him, just rendering the man unconscious. Nikita and Michael searched the men’s pockets and pulled out identity cards and money. Michael walked up to the Renault and opened the hood. He pulled wires and removed a portion of the generator, disabling the car completely. They pulled the men to the Renault and placed them inside. Spotting a bottle of cognac in the rear seat, Nikita opened the bottle and poured the contents over the men, then tossed the bottle in the rear seat. Michael and Nikita jumped into the Mercedes; Nikita drove the vehicle back down the secondary road towards the main highway. Once they reached the highway, Nikita steered the vehicle onto the Marseille by-pass. They had not spoken since re-entering the car; finally Nikita broke the silence.
“You think they’re working for Interpol...maybe Quinn?”
“No doubt. Somehow they have traced the Mercedes. We need to get rid of it.”
“Michael! Your...our beautiful car! Can’t we disguise it somehow...re-paint, change identity plates....we need it to get into Portugal.”
“They know the car Nikita.”
“Let’s try to get it re-painted....I’m sure we can find someone to sell us false plates....ahhh...the next main city is Montpellier....please Michael, let’s try!”
Michael suppressed a smiled. “I see you’ve come to appreciate this car....very well, we will stop the night in Montpellier...attempt to find a body shop to re-paint...and with enough money, perhaps find some new plates.”
“We could steal some....I mean switch them from another car.”
“Now, that would be illegal Nikita.”
“What! So what if it’s illegal....wouldn’t be the first time I’ve switched plates on a car...I’ll do it if you are worried about.....!”
“I am teasing you Nikita....just getting back a little. Let’s hope we find a conducive body shop....oh...excellent driving by the way.”
“Ahhh....oh, thanks...,” she smiled.
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