| Subject: Whispered Identities - Chapter 205 |
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Date Posted: Wednesday, May 18, 08:05:44pm
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Lynuslinus
's message, "Whispered Identities - Chapter 204 & forward" on Sunday, May 15, 07:23:24pm
Joao Macedo had called for a car to meet the Cessna at the small airstrip near Vila do Bispo. As Nikita helped Adrian down the plane’s staircase, Joao stood at the plane’s door watching. Once Adrian was in the car, Nikita turned and waved to the huge man; he waved back, motioning for Nikita to come back up the plane’s ramp. Nikita frowned, turned to advise Adrian she would be with her momentarily, then strode back up the plane’s staircase. Joao beamed as Nikita approached.
“Just one last goodbye, my sweet. Surely a little kiss would be appropriate, seeing I am trusting you to deposit money into my account without accompanying you to a bank. I can’t believe I’m this trusting....it must be those beautiful, captivating blue eyes.”
“I told you Joao, the money will be placed in the account number you gave me....as soon as we get to Lisbon....if you don’t trust me....then drive with us!”
“I hate long automobile rides Nikita....I would if I knew you would spend the night with me....but I trust you, and Adrian vouches for the payment transaction....her word has always been good.”
“Very well....thank you for all you have done.” Nikita leaned in and kissed Joao on the cheek.
He reached out quickly and pulled her body into his chest while kissing her lips with more tongue and open mouth than Nikita had ever experienced. She pulled back as she caught her breath.
“Enough Joao...thank you...now I’m going.” Nikita turned and began heading down the ramp.
“Oh Nikita....your wonderful mouth...so warm and wet....so inviting....I shall dream of your body all night long!”
As Nikita slid into the back seat of the car, motioning for the driver to go, she waved at Joao while wiping her lips with the back of her sleeve. Adrian sat watching and smiling as the car pulled away.
“Trust me, my dear....he really was a very good valentine operative....before he gained all that weight. Many a woman fell for his charms.”
“I’ll take your word on that Adrian.” Nikita leaned towards the driver. “We will be going directly to the Lisbon International airport.” The driver nodded.
“Thank you for getting us off the island, my dear....I really don’t know why I feel so out of sorts....surely they issued you the same drugs....must be my age.”
“Maybe we shouldn’t go to the airport....I should find a hospital so another doctor can check you over.”
“No! No...don’t be silly....I’m just very drowsy and somewhat disoriented, but I’m certain I’ll be fine.” She paused. “However, there is one item we might want to discuss.”
“What? Are you concerned Joao will advise the Society of our whereabouts?”
“No...I’m sure he can be trusted.....what I....well, why are you wanting to fly to Paris or London?”
“We need to get to Center....find my father....he will be in either of those cities.”
“I think that’s a mistake Nikita. We should return to Faro....to Dalton’s villa and Michael Samuelle.”
“What!! Why? Michael is obsessed with bringing down the Society all on his own....he doesn’t have the forces to mount a mission as large as that. True, he probably is wondering where we are....I’ll call him once we are safely at Center.”
“Why do you not want to see Michael again, Nikita?”
“There is no valid reason to see Michael....maybe you don’t recall what I said about Michael and myself....there is no relationship....” Nikita glanced at the driver and leaned into whisper in Adrian’s ear. “As hard as it is for me to admit, Adrian....my being with Michael was all about sex...plain and simple....I need to move on....find myself....create a new life....without Michael.”
Adrian squinted to focus at Nikita. “You do not love him anymore?”
Nikita reclined back into the seat. “It never was love....just....well, what I told you.”
“I find that hard to believe, my dear. I’ve seen it in your eyes....your face.”
Nikita leaned over to Adrian and smiled. “Don’t confuse pure lust for love....I did...now I know the difference.”
“Perhaps....but I think Michael loves you.” Adrian leaned towards the driver. “What is the first village we come to?”
“Ahhhhh. ....that would be Alframba....not very large...a small village.”
“We’d like to find a telephone there please.”
“Adrian! What are you doing....I told you I’ll call Michael once we reach Lisbon!”
“He deserves to know you are alive and well, Nikita....you owe him that much.”
“Fine! But....but we will wait until we are at the airport in Lisbon....just before departing....that way he can’t come storming to the rescue....performing the standard Michael mission!”
“Very well....but perhaps we could still stop in Alframba....I could use some water and aspirin.”
“Yes....yes....I’m sorry Adrian....I realize you are not feeling well...your blood pressure and the drugs....yes, fine but then we need to drive directly to the airport and book the first flight to Paris.”
Adrian smiled. “Thank you, my dear.”
Their car edged into the tiny village of Alframba. The driver pulled the vehicle up to a small hotel and turned to Nikita.
“There is a restaurant here...they will sell you water.”
“Thanks,” smiled Nikita, turning to Adrian. “Okay, you wait here....I shouldn’t be long.”
As Nikita headed into the hotel, Adrian tapped the driver on the shoulder. “Find a telephone...now....quickly!”
“I’m sorry...I don’t understand....are we not.....?”
“Yes...yes! We will return for her...just find a damn telephone....go!”
“There will be telephones in the hotel, madame....you could use one there....I....”
Adrian yanked the car door open. “Augghhhhh.....very well....not a word about this..hear me!”
She staggered into the hotel, peering ahead to see Nikita disappearing into the restaurant. Adrian weaved to the front desk.
“Where are your telephones?”
The clerk pointed to one payphone on the far wall as Adrian staggered towards her objective. Now....if my memory serves me correctly.....the number....focus Adrian....the number.....
She picked up the receiver and punched in a number for operator assistance.
“Yes...thank you operator....would you please connect this number and reverse the charges....the person will accept the cost....”
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