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Date Posted: Sunday, October 10, 06:24:55pm
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Lynuslinus
's message, "Whispered Identities - Chapter 129 and forward" on Sunday, August 22, 06:05:27pm
A constant beeping sound came from Michael’s watch; his eyes shot open and he squinted at the illuminated dial: it was four am. He reached over and gently shook Nikita. She stirred and turned away on her side. Michael leaned into her ear and whispered:
“Nee-kee-ta....you need to wake now, we have a long drive ahead.” He brushed away some strands of hair from her cheek and kissed her face.
Nikita turned towards him and smiled. “What time is it?”
“Early....but we have a very long drive across Spain and need to get an early start. I’ll have a quick shower, then you jump in....the water will wake you.”
She smirked. “No shower together?”
“Not this morning.” he smothered a smile as he pulled the blankets back from her body.
“Euuwwwwwwww.....it’s cold Michael! No fair!” she exclaimed, pulling the covers back over her body.
Michael disappeared into the bathroom as Nikita lay still listening to the sound of the shower, picturing Michael naked, the water cascading over his body.
Hummmmmm.....I could sneak in and join him....bad girl Nik.....behave.....best get up and pack things....but maybe I’ll just ....grab....a few more winks......
Nikita drifted off to sleep, her arms clutching a pillow. Michael emerged from the bathroom, a towel wrapped around his waist. He smiled at Nikita; walked to the bed and once again pulled the blankets from her body. Only this time he picked her up and carried her into the bathroom. Jolted awake, Nikita began kicking and was about to karate chop Michael, when she realized it was her lover whose arms clutched her tightly. Michael stood her up in the bathroom and began pulling off her nighty. Nikita stood grinning.
“And just what do you have in mind Mr. Samuelle?”
“Take your shower Nikita. I’ll dress and begin packing our overnight items.”
“Spoil sport!” she teased as Michael closed the bathroom door behind him.
Nikita slid behind the wheel of the Mercedes as Michael tossed their overnight bags behind the seats.
“Are you okay to drive? I mean....on an empty stomach,” he questioned.
“Very funny Michael....I’ll drive, you navigate....but the first place selling coffee....I stop,” she smiled.
“Sounds good. We need to by-pass Barcelona to avoid traffic....once we start heading inland, there should be small villages who have cafes open for breakfast.”
After driving inland for two hours, Nikita attempted to stretch in her seat and looked over at Michael. He had drifted off to sleep shortly after they had by-passed Barcelona. Daylight was slipping over the horizon as Nikita peered at a road sign announcing the village of Cervera, 25 kilometers ahead. As she steered the vehicle into the town, she spotted a small café. Nikita pulled into the parking area and turned off the engine. Michael was still asleep. She reached over and brushed her fingers through his hair; he sighed but did not wake up. She leaned over and kissed his lips while stroking his cheek with the back of her fingers. Michael stirred and opened his eyes; he took her hands in his and kissed them.
“It must be breakfast time...we’re stopped,” he smiled.
“I’m starved....as usual,” she grinned. “You’ve been sleeping....didn’t you last night?”
“A little....too many things racing through my brain I suppose....come on, let’s have breakfast.”
Meanwhile in Barcelona, Connor Sloan slammed his cell phone closed. The MI-6 tracking technician had just contacted him about the trace on Michael’s computer. He had narrowed the location to the Costa Brava coast but not to the exact spot. A MI-6 agent stationed in Barcelona was joining him within the hour at his hotel; together they would begin checking all the tourist towns along the Costa Brava coast. Sloan had chastised the computer technician for not pinpointing the exact location of the trace. Sloan walked to his hotel window and looked down into the street; rain pelted down on the traffic below.
Hummmm.....still, this was the first positive location....and current....I best get more back-up. If Samuelle and his woman are in one of the villages on the coast, they’re not likely to go down easily.
Sloan grabbed his phone and contacted his Barcelona interpol contact. Within minutes, the contact promised six agents with vehicles to join in the search for the rogue agent. Sloan pulled on his jacket, grabbed his weapons and radios and slammed his hotel room door.
Within three hours, the agents had checked the villages of Mataro, Palamos, and were now heading to Tossa de Mar. Sloan sat in his car, impatiently tapping his fingers on the steering wheel when a voice shouted over his radio.
“Sir! We have located the hotel where they were staying....the Delphin in Tossa de Mar!”
“Well! Are they still there?”
“No sir, they apparently left very early this morning....the desk clerk had no idea where they were heading.”
“Give me directions to the hotel...and tell the desk clerk not to enter the room in which they were staying....he’s not to touch anything...understand!”
“Yes sir!”
After Connor Sloan and his agent had thoroughly checked the room Michael and Nikita had stayed in, he wandered back to his car, the other agent following closely behind. They sat in their car; Sloan sat drumming his fingers on the wheel.
“Damn! We were so close....and Samuelle knows very well not to leave any signs of his presence....let alone where they are heading.”
“Sir, at least we know they’re in Spain and....”
“Very astute agent Mills! Care to share the exact location they are heading!” He shook his head in disgust. “Well....hopefully Samuelle will go online again soon and we can pinpoint his whereabouts....then my ace in the hole, Mr Rene Laval, will enter the picture. I will so enjoy that meeting....and the trap Samuelle and his woman will fall into....it’s almost worth not catching the blighter now,” he sneered.
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