| Subject: Whispered Identities - Chapter 212 |
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Date Posted: Saturday, June 11, 06:28:36pm
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Lynuslinus
's message, "Whispered Identities - Chapter 204 & forward" on Sunday, May 15, 07:23:24pm
Nikita had been returned to the suite after the technicians discovered an implanted tracking device encapsulated with a tiny explosive. The same device had been discovered on Adrian’s body. Michael paced the bedroom, glancing repeatedly at the unconscious Nikita. The paramedic had given her a strong anesthetic to counter-act the incision he had made on her back, just under her arm. Adrian’s implant had been placed in the same location.
Michael went and sat next to Nikita and quietly dabbed her face with a wet towel. He stroked her face and lifted her hair back onto the pillow.
“They were going to kill you Nikita....when you were in the location they desired....no doubt at Center. They must wish to kill your father and were using you as a human bomb to execute the task. Now, even more , I must find the Society....and destroy them....please try to understand that,” he whispered.
Michael rose and glancing back at the bed, left the room. He strode down the hallway and entered the room where Adrian sat, propped up in bed with huge pillows. The paramedic had informed him that Adrian was awake and was asking for him.
“How are you feeling Adrian?”
“Very groggy Michael....just what did your people find?”
“Tracking devices encapsulated with explosives....on both you and Nikita.”
“Oh my goodness! Then the Society was utilizing us a human bombs!”
“Yes....no doubt to be detonated at Center.”
“Well, I must admit its not the first time some nasty individuals have stuck little time bombs on my person,” she began to laugh and started to cough.
“Let me get the paramedic Adrian....he really is a qualified doctor....just had a small disagreement with the French government over some illegal procedures.”
“Well as long as he didn’t leave anything untoward on my person....that doesn’t belong there. I’m okay though. Have you examined the tracking devices?”
“I had them both taken to the disposal site....I don’t want to risk unforseen detonation.”
“Yes....yes, wise decision. How is Nikita feeling?”
“She is still unconscious....the doctor gave her a strong anesthetic ....she was fighting, resisting the procedure....no doubt because she saw me there.”
“I’m sorry Michael....this is very difficult....I mean ....well, what is happening between you and Nikita. Perhaps after she recovers and is told of the implant, she will change her view.”
“After Nikita has recovered, if she still wishes to return to her father, I will have my men fly her back to London.”
“Your men? So, it appears Dalton’s villa and business venture have become yours.”
“Yes, he left a written statement to that fact if anything was to happen to him. What he didn’t foresee was that I would be running the operation for a different purpose....not to satisfy a desire for power and money, but as a clandestine operation, fighting terrorism.”
“Very noble Michael....but men like power.....if your goals are more altruistic than self-serving, so be it....but do not fool yourself into thinking you do not enjoy the position of power.”
Michael remained silent and stood stroking his chin.
“So, what are your plans now....,” stated Adrian. “My instincts tell me you are going to increase your search and destroy mission on the Society.”
“Yes. But I need more skilled personnel. The remains of Dalton’s employees are mainly field men....not tacticians. The man I told you who was sent to kill me, Rene Laval, has some qualifications ....but I need.....” Michael’s eyes bore into Adrian’s. “.....would you consider working with me?”
Adrian laughed and began coughing. “Ohhhhh....sorry Michael...I think my days are over for fighting the good fight. I thank you for saving me from becoming a piece of human shrapnel but I would prefer to return to my cottage and garden.”
“I do not think you will be safe at your cottage....the Society could grab you at anytime.”
“Well perhaps I’ll get a nasty pitbull to fight them off.”
Michael turned and walked away, restraining a smile. He turned back, and held his chin with both arms across his body. “I could arrange for you to have a garden here at the villa....and your own suite of course.”
“Hummmmm.....sweetening the pie, I see. Well, let me sleep on it Michael. But surely you need more than one old lady to help with your mission.....you need.....Nikita too.”
“Yes.....but she will no doubt leave here as soon as she is well....that is her decision to make.”
~ ~ ~
Nikita twisted on the bed; she could feel herself floating. Fighting to keep her eyes open, she struggled to focus on her surroundings. She pushed herself into a sitting position; a sharp pain shot from beneath her arm on her back. Nikita collapsed back onto the bed, breathing deeply.
I’ve been taken again.....the....the Society must have grabbed me....and....Adrian? But this room....looks familiar....is it the same room I was held captive in before? I’ve got to get out of here!
Nikita swung her legs off the bed, then doubled over with the pain under her arm; tears streaked down her face with the pain. She staggered from the bedroom to the door; her vision blurred. Creeping along the hallway, she heard voices approaching and frantically grasped a door handle to another room and quickly closed the door. The voices grew louder as the men walked down the hall.
Michael? No....not Michael....it is not Michael.
Nikita stood leaning against the wall waiting, her breathing coming in short stabs. She opened the door a crack and struggled to focus. She staggered into the hallway and struggled to make her way towards the main entrance. She pulled open the heavy door and fought to demand her legs to began the journey down the long driveway. A dog barked in the distance; she must find cover; her feet crunched on the gravel roadway.
Voices.....they’re behind me....I must reach those trees....hide....they will not capture me again.....
Nikita fell hard onto the gravel; she could feel blood on her face; strong hands swept her up and began carrying her away. Her eyes closed as she fought a wave of nausea and unconsciousness.
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