| Subject: Whispered Identities - Chapter 215 |
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Date Posted: Sunday, June 19, 06:44:48pm
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Lynuslinus
's message, "Whispered Identities - Chapter 204 & forward" on Sunday, May 15, 07:23:24pm
The following morning, Nikita slipped into the kitchen and sat eating a bagel with cream cheese and large glass of orange juice; she fought to push the memory of last night’s dream from her mind. She had dressed in tights and jogging top in preparation for her run. Strolling from the kitchen, she headed for the front door. Suddenly Rene Laval appeared.
“Nikita! Oh my gawd! I heard they brought you back to the villa....you and the old lady....are you okay?”
“Rene....I see you are still stalking Michael....he have you on his payroll now?”
“Ahhhhhh....yes....I owe him my life...I’m a dead man if I leave this compound....the Society will eliminate me for not completing their orders.”
“To kill Michael and me....right?”
“Ahhhhh, yes, something like that. So, you going for a run?”
“Yes. So if you don’t mind, excuse me.” Nikita swept past Laval and pulled open the heavy front door; a security man stood blocking her way.
“Sorry, ma’am....my orders say you are not to leave the building.”
“What! I’m going for a bloody run....you can tell Mr. Samuelle to take a flying.....give me your radio so I can speak with him!”
The heavy set security man handed Nikita his radio while punching in the number to reach Michael.
“Michael....I’m going for a run within the compound on the beach, so tell your goon to let me pass, otherwise I might have to injure him.” She handed the radio back to the security man as Michael’s voice was heard.
“Rappaport....I want you to accompany Ms. Jones on her run....as.....ahhh, backup.”
“Ahhhh....but sir....I....I don’t run....I have no gear....I’m not equipped for .....ahhh, that.”
Nikita was already heading down the steps into the driveway when Rene grabbed the radio.
“Michel....it’s Rene here....I can follow Nikita....it’s true Rappaport would never keep up with her....he’s not....ahhh, dressed for the occasion,” smiled Laval.
“Fine....don’t let her out of your sight Rene....her life is in danger from the same sources as yours....understand.”
“Yes....yes I understand....look I better get moving....she’s already half way down to the beach....out.”
Rene Laval tossed the radio at the security man and took off after Nikita. He raced down the pathway to the beach and looked up to see her disappear behind the large rocks jutting up in the sand.. Panting and sweating, Laval reached the last spot he had seen Nikita; he frantically looked around: she was gone.
Merde! I must find her....I am finished if something happens to her.....Michel will kill me!
Laval raced further down the beach, looking in all directions for Nikita. He stopped and bent over, breathing heavily then turned and began retracing his steps until reaching the large bolders again.
“Merde! Where the hell are you!”
Suddenly Nikita appeared from behind a cluster of rocks and started laughing.
“You are in lousy shape Laval....some secret agent you are! Does Michael know what a wimp you are? You might want to consider a daily workout routine and give up the cigarettes. I was half way down the beach going the other way, when I felt sorry for you. You don’t want to screw up and disappoint Michael do you?” She laughed.
“Ahhhhh....no....sorry. You...you’re correct, I’m in terrible physical condition....you see my talents are more suited for undercover....night type work.”
“Like slithering from under rocks and killing old friends.” She glared.
“I have apologized to Michel and now I apologize to you. The Society have incriminating evidence on me and will kill me now....I had no option but to accept their demands.”
“No doubt. Look, I haven’t finished my run....I’m going to the far end of the beach and back....you sit here and smoke your lungs to a crisp. You can watch me and if any nasty creep tries to grab me....I’m certain you can stumble back to the villa and alert Michael....okay.”
“Well....fine....oh, please don’t inform Michel I failed him....with the run I mean.”
Nikita laughed. “Rene, I don’t see what skills Michael feels you have ...but I suppose there is something. Wait here, I won’t be long....then we can go back to the villa and have coffee. Then you can attempt to convince me of what a good person you are.” She grinned and turned to leave.
Laval stood, panting and watching Nikita take off down the beach.
“Merde! Incredible....woman....beautiful....I’m certain no man other than Michel Therrien Samuelle could hope to make her his own.”
~ ~ ~
Rene Laval sat in the media room as Nikita swept down the hallway. He jumped up and raced after her. Nikita turned and smirked.
“You were suppose to continue watching me Rene....some bodyguard.”
“Sorry....I am not a bodyguard....my skills lay elsewhere....would you like that coffee now....I have made espressos in the kitchen.”
“I’m going to change and have a shower....bring the coffees to the billiards room....I’ll whip your butt there too,” she laughed.
“Ahhhh....I see why Michel is so attracted to you....such a strong, powerful, beautiful woman....very well....but after coffee, I must work with Michel on tracfin files....they are my specialty....I....”
“Oh, I see....another computer nerd....very well, be with you in a few minutes.”
Nikita showered and changed into jeans and a light sweater; she wandered into the billiards room but Rene Laval was not there. An espresso machine sat on a sideboard with a note attached, stating Laval had been called to Systems - Michael had summoned him. Nikita smiled and reached for a cup of coffee.
“Good morning, my dear,” smiled Adrian. “Monsieur Laval informs us you were out running and he left you in the billiards room.”
“Ha....yes, he left me....I trust he is performing some function here....bodyguard is not one of his talents.”
“No doubt he was unable to keep up with your running pace Nikita....you are in good shape, even considering all the nastiness you’ve been through. You seem to have recovered completely from the implant removal.” She paused. “You seem to have accepted the option to remain here at the villa....I’m glad Nikita....it is a wise move. Now....what are your plans for the day?”
“Plans? Other than going for a run and possibly shooting some billiards....there’s not much to do....I will wait until you, Michael and Center eliminate the Society, then I’ll return to London.”
“You could assist in the mission....we need all the tactical help we can get and Michael will need experienced field agents to execute the operation.”
“What? Field agents....Michael is going out on the mission? Surely his abilities are better utilized at command center....or whatever this place is.”
“I agree, my dear....but he insists on leading the teams. I am certain the two of you would make a deadly team....something for you to consider anyway.”
“Yes, if I want to die....shot or blown up....that’s the likely outcome. Thank you - no...I’ll just sit around and be bored. Do you have any good books I can read Adrian...possibly some action dvds,” she grinned.
“Very amusing Nikita....I’ll leave you to your coffee...and your thoughts.”
Adrian turned and swept out of the room.
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