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Date Posted: Tuesday, October 12, 07:02:29pm
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Lynuslinus
's message, "Whispered Identities - Chapter 129 and forward" on Sunday, August 22, 06:05:27pm
Nikita steered the Mercedes inland from Cervera as Michael sat reading the road map. Nikita reached to turn down the car’s stereo and glanced at Michael.
“Something wrong....you think we should get off the main highway?” questioned Nikita.
“No...we are fine. We should avoid Madrid....take a secondary highway west to Burgos...that route will take us much longer but....well, it should prove safer.”
“Michael? ......ahhhh....what’s bothering you....is there someone following us....we weren’t taking evasive routes before.”
“No....nothing....just too many years working in the shadows, I guess. We do need to access more cash though. We should stop in Zaragoza, find an internet café so I can go online and transfer money into a Spanish bank.”
“Are we spending too much money?” She grinned. “We have been living lavishly...all the clothes and hotel in Monte Carlo.”
Michael reached over to the steering wheel and stroked Nikita’s hand, and smiled. “No, our funds are limitless as long as I can continue to access illegal money laundering accounts.”
“Hummmm....it’s fun spending other people’s ill gotten gains.”
“Once we are set up in Portugal, I need to take time and locate new sources of funds....don’t want to alert the same people that their dirty money is disappearing.”
As Michael and Nikita approached the outskirts of Zaragoza, Nikita sighed and looked over at Michael.
“Where should we start looking for an internet café? And we need to fill up with petrol.”
Michael scanned the Spanish directory and shook his head. “Perhaps we should just find a hotel and hopefully use their internet connections.”
“Good plan....we could be driving around for hours, trying to find a cafe.....oh, look....on the right....there’s a large hotel....the Goya....surely they can offer us something.”
“Right....good idea....and....” he smiled. “.....perhaps they will also offer an interesting lunch....are you hungry?”
Nikita laughed. “Always....when I’m with you!”
The hotel desk clerk directed Michael and Nikita to a private business room and as the clerk closed the door after Michael tipped him, the computer was connected and soon Michael was online. He quickly accessed the French bank account he had previously set-up and arranged to have funds transferred to the Zaragoza branch of the Banco de Espana. Suddenly Michael hit the shut down key on his computer and slammed the lid shut. Nikita looked startled.
“What’s the matter Michael!”
“Come, we must leave immediately....I’ll pay the desk clerk cash for the connection...you bring the car around to the front door.”
“What? Why, what’s happening!”
“Now Nikita,” he exclaimed heading for the door.
Nikita raced from the hotel and darted back to the car; she wheeled the Mercedes to the front entrance of the hotel where Michael was waiting. He jumped in the car and tossed the case with the laptop behind his seat. Nikita steered the vehicle into the center of town.
“Michael! I need directions to find our way out of town....please!”
Michael was lost in thought, “What? Yes....of course.” He grabbed the local guide and scanned the street location. “Turn right here....we should be able to find the highway entrance....after the Basilica del Pilar.”
They drove in silence with Nikita manoeuvering the vehicle around slower moving cars. Soon a sign indicating the entrance to the E4 highway appeared in the distance. Nikita accelerated the Mercedes into the lane for the on ramp to the highway. Once into the flow of highway traffic, Nikita glanced over at Michael.
“Okay....now what on earth is going on Michael? Why the sudden departure?”
“Somebody is tracking the computer internet protocol address....no doubt by satellite. As soon as I began transferring money from the French bank to the one here in Spain, my firewall advised of the intrusion.”
“But why now....out of no where?”
“Possibly they were tracking the IP address before....while I was trying to trace the wagon lit man....”
“But why didn’t the firewall advise you then?”
“No doubt a weakness with the program....the computer is basic...with little encryption networking. In my haste to set up the money accounts....well, I should have taken more time building an impenetrable firewall.”
“So...well, how can anyone know our whereabouts....just with tracking the computer?”
“Nikita....you must know MI-6 and Interpol have state of the art surveillance and tracking softwear....with many satellites sending intel.”
“But surely we can hide....what if....so....what do we do now?”
“Continue on to Portugal. We have enough cash to buy gas and food....and we will take the secondary highway route to Burgos....we must take turns driving throughout the night. Hopefully we will reach Portugal by tomorrow morning and continue to Lisbon. I will make contact with the mercenaries....then we will go south to my contact’s villa outside of Faro in the Algarve.”
Nikita stared ahead at the road, she ran her tongue across her lower lip. “Okay....we’ll be....they won’t find us Michael....I know...we’re better than them. But....for someone to suddenly start tracking us....it just seems impossible....”
“It is my fault....I was careless....I’m sorry Nikita.”
“What? Don’t be ridiculous....you’ve been taking every precaution possible...”
They drove in silence until Nikita reached over and touched Michael’s hand. “They will never find us Michael....please don’t feel this is your fault....so....ahhhh.....maybe we should grab some food at a market in a village....you know, for the drive through the night.”
“Yes....good idea,” Michael picked up the road map. “There is a tiny village called Calatayud...we will buy some food there, then the secondary road west heads to Portugal.. Are you okay to drive until we reach the village....then maybe to.....ahhh, to the village of Soria....I will take over there and drive.”
“Certainly....yes....but we should spell each other off....if...if you wish to.....”
Michael took one of Nikita’s hands from the wheel and kissed it. “We will be alright Nikita....like you said....we’re better than them.”
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