| Subject: Whispered Identities - Chapter 239 |
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Date Posted: Friday, December 02, 08:43:46pm
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Lynuslinus
's message, "Whispered Identities - Chapter 237 and forward" on Sunday, October 23, 08:00:17pm
Michael and Nikita sat opposite Adrian and Reilly in the dining room back at the villa in Portugal. No one spoke; the only sound was the occasion clink of cutlery as the group ate their meal in silence. Suddenly Adrian reached for her glass of wine and held her arm out in a toast.
“I think we should toast ourselves for a very successful mission. This being the first of many missions against the Medusa Society, we need to congratulate our team and begin plans immediately for stage two of the endgame.”
Nikita glanced at Michael; he raised his glass, a forced smile on his face. “Yes, a toast to our success in Nice. However, your new intel Adrian, will dictate a greater challenge for us.”
Nikita sipped her wine and placed her glass on the table. “You mean the chateau at Le Mont St. Michel in Normandy?”
Adrian smiled. “Yes my dear....we will have to put our thinking caps on to attempt ingress to the chateau.”
Reilly pushed his empty plate away and toyed with his wine glass. “I was under the impression the chateau Le Mont St. Michel was a tourist site. How could Medusa members utilize any of the chateau for their purposes?”
“Secret rooms....passageways,” replied Adrian. “Remember the old adage ....to remain hidden, be in plain sight....or whatever the expression is,” she smiled. “My memory is getting a little sketchy.”
Michael sat quietly sipping his wine, watching Nikita. She blushed and reached for the wine bottle. Now just what are you planning Mr. Samuelle? I can almost read your thoughts with those piercing eyes. “More wine anyone?”
“Not for me my dear....I think I’ll retire and read a little. What time would you like to start in the morning Michael....I’ll advise Justin to have all the new intel ready for any syms you want to undertake.”
Michael sighed. “We need to think outside the box on this mission Adrian....we may need to attempt a series of small information gathering profiles. Locating the Society at St. Michel will not be as easy as our mission in Nice, plus the Society has now been alerted they are under attack....they have lost some key lieutenants.”
Reilly poured himself more wine. “And don’t discount the Israelis....they won’t take kindly to losing a Mossad agent, even if he was dirty.”
“And the Russian FSB agent.... the whole intelligence community could end up backing the Medusa Society, without even being aware of their true agenda,” quipped Nikita.
Adrian stared at Michael. “We know this task is going to be difficult but we must not lose sight of our ultimate objective....the elimination of the Society. They must not be allowed to operate throughout the globe, serving only their own goals.”
“I don’t think we have lost sight of our objectives Adrian,” replied Michael. “We just need to proceed cautiously with the next mission given our limited resources and manpower. We’ll start at 7am correlating your intel and examining every piece of information about the chateau Le Mont St. Michel. And as I stated, we will no doubt have to attempt some on sight information gathering.”
“Won’t that alert the Society to our presence?” questioned Reilly.
“We will possibly have to utilize disguises of some sort. Like I say, we need to think outside the box. Reilly if you would join us in the afternoon in computer systems, we welcome your input. Take the morning to check on the men and arrange downtime for them....but only into Faro, not farther afield....we don’t want any tongues bragging about trips to Nice, France.”
“Right, good point Michael.” He rose and pushed his chair back. “Well, if you’ll excuse me, I need some rest.”
“Good night Reilly,” smiled Nikita.
Adrian rose also. “Likewise...I’m retiring with a good book...see you two in the morning.” She closed the dining room door behind her.
Nikita looked over at Michael as he sat stroking his chin. “More wine Michael?”
“No thank you. What about you....thinking of retiring with a good book also?” His eyes twinkled.
“Ohhhh...possibly. I am reading this exiting novel about a couple of spies. They have this crazy plan to save the world from a group of villainous intelligence agents....kind of an unplausible plot...but nevertheless exciting,” she grinned.
“Sounds very implausible....not realistic at all. You should stick with the classics Nikita....Shakespeare....now there’s some totally ridiculous plots but one never knows when you could possibly utilize a scene or disguise and put it to good use.”
“Michael Samuelle! Tell me you are not planning on us masquerading as Shakespearean actors or something to gain intel from the chateau!” she laughed.
“Well....no. But we do need to dream up a way to infiltrate the chateau without being recognized.”
Nikita rose from the table and reached for Michael’s hand. “Come on....let’s sleep on it.”
Michael rose, took her hand and drew it to his lips. “A very strange expression that....sleep on it.”
Nikita pulled her hand back and placed her arms around his neck; they pressed their bodies together. Immediately they felt the heat between them. Michael kissed her cheek and brushed his lips gently over her mouth. Nikita responded by reaching down to Michael behind and pulled him tighter to her body. She kissed him passionately, then pulled her lips away, whispering.
“We better go upstairs to our suite....you know, so we can....ahhhh, sleep on it,” she smiled..
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