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Date Posted: Friday, October 24, 01:21:58pm
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's message, "TMTC" on Tuesday, July 24, 12:04:39pm
Chapter Eighteen
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Once Jasmine finally managed to drag Darwin away, guessing that Michael might want to converse with Walter alone, Michael covered the few paces remaining to reach the Munitions counter.
Conscious of all the eyes focused on them, Walter stepped out from behind his favorite post and shook Michael’s hand, all the physical contact the younger man would allow.
“Boy, are you a sight for sore eyes.” Walter’s wide grin threatened to split his face. “I should have known you’d find your way here when Sugar needed it most.”
Michael grimaced inwardly but gave no outward reaction to Walter’s innocent but loaded statement. At least now he knew concretely that Walter played no part in Nikita’s deception. He asked almost rhetorically, “Where else could I be?”
Sobering, Walter remembered the sacrifice Nikita had told him Michael had made recently. “I’m sorry you had to come back alone.”
“It was necessary,” Michael repeated the same answer he’d given Quinn, ignoring the ache giving up his son still caused, even though he believed it was what was best for Adam.
“Yeah,” Walter understood. “At least he has a chance at a normal life.”
“I hope so,” Years of experience kept him somewhat skeptical.
Purposely changing the subject, Walter asked, “Where’s Nikita?”
“Resting.” Michael was grateful for the change of topics.
“For how long?”
“A few hours.”
“Wanna grab a bite in the meantime?” Somewhere outside and away from prying eyes and ears went unspoken. Walter had a lot to tell. Luckily, the only mission scheduled to go out or come back within the next couple of hours was being handled by Darwin. Quinn was capable of handling whatever came up in Nikita’s ‘absence,’ as she’d proven several times before. If not, Nikita was in reach and both Michael and Walter had their cell phones. Leaving for a couple of hours now would not be a problem. Probably our last chance for privacy for the next long while. Walter thought, knowing that by tomorrow things would be different in Section One. Different but better.
“Why not?” Michael responded with studied casualness. He knew as well as Walter that this would probably his last chance to get away from Section for any extended period of time, at least without the bodyguards he knew would shortly be assigned to him. Besides, he’d learned all he would from section’s computers. Walter was his best bet for learning things that weren’t in Section’s databases. Things that shouldn’t be overheard by human or electronic ears.
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