| Subject: Jericho, 12 |
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Date Posted: 14:31:33 03/22/02 Fri
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“Michael, there you are.” Birkoff handed him a com set and then turned back to the monitor before him. “There’s some static but you should be able to hear them all right.”
Michael put the unit on and then stood still listening. Nikita and Chandler were at dinner. There were the usual sounds of cutlery, wine being poured, soft music in the background. Chandler was telling Nikita a story about one of the teens at the shelter, explaining how he had turned his life around. Michael listened to the sound of Nikita’s voice as she spoke and tried to judge her mood by it.
Her voice was a little huskier than usual, her answers short. She sounded preoccupied and Michael wasn’t surprised when Chandler asked her if she was feeling alright.
“It’s been a long day,” Nikita apologized. “I’m just a little tired.”
“I’m sorry, love.” There was a lull in the conversation, and then Chandler asked curiously, “What is it that you do again?”
“Again?”
Michael held his breath at Nikita’s hesitation. They’d gone over a cover story as part of the profile but it didn’t make lying any easier for Nikita, and Michael knew it. After a brief moment he heard Nikita give a low laugh to cover her slight slip.
“I never told you in the first place, Alex.”
“Ah! That’s right!” There was the sound of cloth moving and when Chandler spoke again his voice was a little louder, as if he had moved closer to Nikita. “I had to have my man follow you, and even then he still wasn’t able to find out anything. It would seem you’re a woman of mystery, my dear.”
“Disappointed?”
“No,” Chandler said, his voice lowering to a whisper. “Enchanted. Curious. But definitely not disappointed.”
Nikita laughed but avoided answering his question. A few seconds later Michael heard the music being turned up and he could only guess that it was Nikita at the console as Chandler asked, “So am I forgiven?”
“For what?”
“For having you followed.”
Michael frowned, puzzled at the zipping sound he heard until he remembered that Nikita had worn knee high leather boots to tonight’s meet. His suspicion was confirmed when he heard the plunking sound the shoes made as they dropped onto the floor. Nikita gave another low laugh and Michael, knowing that Nikita wasn’t used to drinking, hoped she wasn’t already drunk. He listened as she pulled Chandler up to his feet and asked him to dance.
Seduction.
Was that what she was trying? It wasn’t a path Michael thought she would choose and it wasn’t what he would have chosen for her either. She was playing with fire, especially with no back-up team in place. “The trip,” Michael whispered. “Ask him about the trip.”
Michael listened intently. They were dancing. There was a sigh and then what sounded like a softly uttered moan. It was enough to paint a clear picture in Michael’s mind of the direction tonight’s mission would take if he didn’t do something quick. He plucked the com unit from his ear and tossed it on the desk. Birkoff glanced up at him, surprised, and waited for instruction. “Call her in,” Michael ordered, and then turned and left the area.
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