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Date Posted: Thursday, September 16, 08:16:36pm
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Lynuslinus
's message, "Whispered Identities - Chapter 129 and forward" on Sunday, August 22, 06:05:27pm
Nikita wheeled the Mercedes into the village of Montpellier. The historic walled city was a car drivers nightmare as the inner center was a labyrinth of small lanes. Michael scanned a map of the city and motioned for Nikita to turn right onto the rue de Babotte where they could seek out the Hotel Sofitel Montpellier.
Nikita shook her head at the snarled traffic. “This is madness Michael...this town is made for pedestrians, not cars.”
“Yes, true. Let’s find the hotel first, then perhaps our search for a auto body shop will be easier.”
“There’s the hotel,” exclaimed Nikita. “....up ahead on the left.”
She steered the vehicle to the entrance of the upscale hotel and immediately a doorman darted towards them smiling. Michael nodded to the doorman. “We do not have a reservation, so if you don’t mind, my friend will remain in the car while I check on reservations.”
“Certainly sir,” smiled the man.
Minutes later Michael returned to the car and leaned into the driver’s side window.
“I have booked a room, but we should unload everything from the car before finding the auto shop.”
“Fine,” smiled Nikita.
A hotel attendant loaded all their luggage and packages onto a large trolley and wheeled it to the elevator. After unloading their belongings into their room, Michael tipped the attendant and wandered to the window. Nikita joined him, slipping her arm around his waist.
“What’s the matter....something not right?”
“No...we are fine but I was thinking, we should cause some minor damage to the car before taking it to the body shop.....that way there is less suspicion about getting it repainted.”
“Hummmm....good plan....how do you want to do that?”
“Maybe a couple of nasty scratches? A bashed in door?”
“Ouch! The beautiful car Michael....it’s in the parking basement now....you want to do it there?”
“Let’s check to see how busy it is....if there are no people around....then, we can do it in the basement.”
Michael and Nikita walked into the parking garage and spotted where the attendant had left the Mercedes. No other people were in the garage and Nikita darted to the entrance to keep watch. Michael removed a tire iron from the trunk, looked around the empty garage and over to Nikita. She nodded an all clear. Michael swung the iron at the rear passenger side of the car and dragged the iron across the surface, leaving deep scars in the paint. The metallic sound reverberated thoughout the garage. Nikita came dashing over to examine the damage.
“Owwwww.....that hurts, maybe I should have hit the Renault...you know just a little bump, then you wouldn’t be feeling so bad.”
“What? I’m not feeling bad.....it needed to be done. Besides, if you had hit that car, we would have had more damage.”
Nikita grinned. “I could have just nudged them off the road....with the front bummer.”
“You are a good driver Nikita, but the results would have been unpredictable.”
“Spoil sport,” she smiled.
“Come, let’s go back to the room and look in the directory for a body shop.”
Michael peered through the city directory and located two auto body repair shops. He peered at the city map and wrote down details on how to locate them. He looked up at Nikita.
“Let’s go....or would you prefer to remain here while I attend it this?”
“Better idea Michael. Why not let me attend to this and then you can continue working on your computer program....and check to see how much grass that worm has eaten,” she smiled.
“Well.....if you.....yes, you could deal with the repairs....very well,” he said hesitantly.
“I’ll take a taxi back cause I’m sure it will take at least a day....and I can scout out some possible new licence plates for us.”
“Nikita....don’t steal them in daylight....I mean....”
“Geeze Michael! I am...sorry, was a MI-6 and Section One agent....I do know how these things are done.”
“Yes...yes, of course....I’m sorry....very well....and you pick the new colour for the car....”
“I figure a bright, flaming red....how’s that sound?”
“......ahhhhh.....well, that might be somewhat conspicuous...perhaps a.....”
Nikita started laughing. “You are becoming so predictable Michael....I love it when I know how you will respond!”
“Yes....the teasing again.....I must learn not to be so predictable....what colour will you chose?”
“I figure a dark blue....or maybe a Michael colour.....black.”
“My colour?”
“Look at your wardrobe Michael.... most of your new clothes are black.....I’m buying the next new ones.”
Michael handed Nikita the addresses for the body shops. “Perhaps you can pick up some fresh fruit and a bottle of wine....I’ll start to work on the computer.”
“Good....I shouldn’t be gone more than a couple of hours....depending on how lucky I am with pinching some new licence plates,” she grinned.
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