| Subject: Chapter 142 |
Author:
Lynuslinus
|
[
Next Thread |
Previous Thread |
Next Message |
Previous Message
]
Date Posted: Wednesday, September 29, 09:27:33pm
In reply to:
Lynuslinus
's message, "Whispered Identities - Chapter 129 and forward" on Sunday, August 22, 06:05:27pm
Two men entered the Catalan Taverna in Barcelona Spain. One of the men was dressed impeccably in a pin stripped suit and full length dark leather coat. He motioned to the other man to be seated as he removed his calfskin gloves. The other man looked like an aging student, dressed in baggy corduroy pants, bulky sweater and worn ski jacket. His shoulder length brown hair was tied in a ponytail.
“Take off you jacket monsieur Laval....make yourself comfortable,” sneered the first man.
“I’m fine with it on....look, I accepted your plane ticket down here and agreed to meet with you...now, what do you want from me? If this is about the jewelry heist in Paris two weeks ago...I had nothing to do with that....and look at my record...I’ve always co-operated with MI-6.”
A waiter appeared and presented menus. The first man nodded and handed Laval a menu.
“Let’s order food and drink, then talk business. The food in Barcelona is exquisite....what do you fancy...seafood....meat?”
“Just a glass of wine...I’m not hungry.”
“Very well. Waiter, bring me the house Catalan paella and a bottle of your best red wine.”
As soon as the waiter disappeared, Laval leaned forward and whispered. “Look here Mr. Sloan....you can’t threaten me like you did in Paris a year ago....I performed the operation you wanted....the Russian diplomat was caught in the honey trap just like you wanted....I owe you nothing anymore.”
“Oh but that is where you are incorrect Mr Laval....you will always continue to owe us....your life. So you will perform this operation and if you survive....you may...just may, live a full life. Besides, we are prepared to pay you well for this little mission. And in addition to money, there will possibly be some sweet revenge for you....for something a fellow university student did to you many years ago.”
“What! What the hell are you talking about?”
“Your old school chum, Michel Therrien Samuelle....remember him, Rene? We need you to meet up with him again....he should be delighted to see you. We need you to renew your friendship and expose his whereabouts.”
“Find him yourself! I haven’t seen or heard from Michel since university days.”
“Oh we do have a lead on where he is....we just need a friend to entice him into a trap.”
“Look, if you are hunting Michel...find him yourself....I’m not interested!”
The waiter arrived with the wine and paella for Conner Sloan. He poured two glasses and left the men to continue.
“But you are interested Laval...because you have no choice! We want you to meet up with him and advise us of his current activities. Once we feel we have enough data, we will move in and....well, deal with him.”
“What’s he done? If you know where he is...or going...why not just grab him?”
“Because he may already have sent out certain intel to people who could cause us some....shall we say....problems.”
“You want me to rat on an old friend!”
“A friend who I understand informed on certain illegal student activities you were involved with. Not to say, stealing your woman....my....my....surely any man would want some revenge.”
“That was a very long time ago....we were young.”
“But Laval....Rene....revenge is a very sweet thing...and he is traveling with a very tasty piece...a blonde with legs that don’t quit....legs that could be wrapped around you.”
“You’re sick Sloan! I won’t do anything to turn on an old friend...even if he .....well, turncoated me.”
“Mr. Laval....you see the two men sitting in the far corner near the door....if you don’t agree to what I am asking you to do....you will be dead before finishing your wine....right here...now.”
Rene Laval looked nervously at the two large men sipping wine at a corner table. “You wouldn’t kill me in cold blood here in a café!”
“Try me!”
Laval knocked back the rest of the wine in his glass, he began sweating and breathing heavily. “You can’t be serious!”
“Rene....the task should not be too onerous....you will be paid well....over 5000 euros....a chance at revenge for a wrongdoing and a tasty blonde in your bed....you should be paying me for offering you such a wonderful job.”
“Michel is not stupid...he will see through me. If I just suddenly show up and befriend him...I don’t think I can pull it off.”
“I am certain Mr. Samuelle has been carrying some regrets for his actions directed at you....you must play on them Rene.”
“What has he done? Why are you hunting him....last I heard, he was working for Interpol....he betray some state secrets or something?”
“He has indeed....as a matter of fact, Interpol and MI-6 are looking for him. I am not at liberty to divulge just what his misdemeanor is....but in addition to the perks I have stated, the governments of Britain and the whole European community will be indebted to you for entrapping him....so....can I finish my paella and wine and set you up at an undercover site?”
“How are you tracking him?”
Sloan swallowed a mouthful of paella and washed it down with his wine. “Well, it appears Mr. Samuelle got a little careless in attempting to break into the MI-6 protocol. Even though the man is brilliant with computer technology....he left an IP web socket open a few seconds too long....long enough for our systems to track his IP address. Now, every time he goes online, we can locate his whereabouts.”
“You can do that?”
“Yes, with satellite tracking....we calculate he should be heading into southwestern France...no doubt heading for Spain. We will set you up here in Barcelona and advise you of his whereabouts.”
“I still don’t understand why you don’t just grab him if he is so threatening....if you know where he is heading.”
“As I explained previously....we need to find out who else is involved with his enterprise....other than his blonde.”
Conner Sloan, under the direction of Declan Quinn were taking a great risk at using Rene Laval to trap Michael and Nikita. The reward of $1 million was only a small enticement for them: the honor and notoriety in the intelligence community and accolades of the Medusa society were a much greater intoxicant.
[
Next Thread |
Previous Thread |
Next Message |
Previous Message
]
| |
Feedback: 