| Subject: Whispered Identities - Chapter 221 |
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Date Posted: Sunday, July 10, 09:00:36pm
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's message, "Whispered Identities - Chapters 221 & forward" on Sunday, July 10, 08:59:36pm
Michael sat across the large dining table from Nikita; he watched as she ate. Nikita looked up and smiled.
“Would you like me to cut your lamb chops Michael? I mean...you can only use the one arm and.....”
“Thank you...yes.”
Nikita walked over to Michael and began to cut up his food. “Sorry, we should have thought about the food....and since you’ve been eating soft food, well, guess we sort of forgot. Anything you want me to do....I mean....cause you only have the use of one arm....I.....”
Michael nodded. “Thank you....but I’m unaccustomed to someone looking after me.”
Adrian smiled. “You better get use to a little pampering Michael. Are you certain you are well enough to begin work with Justin Bernikoff?”
Nikita dabbed her mouth with a serviette and smiled. “.....Download is the name he prefers.”
“Yes I suppose we must humour him. Anyway, he has been making excellent progress with the discs you compiled Michael. He has come up with a hot zone we might consider infiltrating....if we had the personnel, that is.”
“What does Mr. Jones say? Is he willing to send us some operatives?”
“Well....field agents yes, but nobody with tactical experience....or anyone with enough field mechanics to act as team leader.”
“I’ll review the intel Justin has compiled....then we can make a decision if a strike is feasible.”
Nikita placed her fork on the table. “Excuse me.....you are both actually considering mounting an attack mission! Surely, we should be just supplying Center with intel....not acting on our own.”
“Nikita.....Mr. Jones, your Father, must maintain a very low profile....keep under the radar....any untoward actions on his part will alert the Society and we will lose our advantage.”
“I don’t mean to put a damper on what you two are attempting but....you said yourself, there is not the manpower....surely....”
Michael reached across the table and touched Nikita’s hand. “We will not attempt anything that would put our own position in jeopardy. With the information I have compiled, we need only mount small raids on key Society strongholds. Plus we will insert subterfuges directing them to think the attacks are from disillusioned factions.....groups they have been dealing with.”
Nikita pulled her hand away and continued eating. Adrian glanced up from her plate and looked at Nikita.
“My dear, I understand your concern....and you must still be sorting out your own priorities....I mean after deciding to remain at the villa. I can’t speak for Michael, but I wish you would consider helping us....here at the villa. Once we mount a mission, there will be great need for tactical direction.”
Nikita sighed. “Of course I will help.” She stared at Michael. “I don’t plan on just sitting around....but unless my Father sends someone with team leader experience, the whole point is moot.”
Michael placed his fork on the table and looked at Nikita, then over at Adrian. “I will go as the team leader.”
“What?”, exclaimed Nikita. “Michael, you are still recovering from gunshot wounds! The doctor says your arm should remain immobile for at least a month....not to mention the possibility of re-occuring blackouts from the head wound.”
“I am feeling much better.”
There was a silence in the dinning room until a waiter entered, removed plates and began serving coffee. He nodded and left the room.
Adrian stirred cream into her coffee and poured cognac into large snifters. She passed one to Michael and another to Nikita. “Nikita has a point Michael...it would be unwise for you to take charge of a mission as field leader....perhaps Rene could be considered.”
“He has no such experience....he has never worked as an agent.”
“Well, I know he is your friend,” questioned Adrian. “But surely he can perform more duties other than overseeing the running of the villa staff.”
“He does a good job at that,” replied Michael.
“Well, unless Mr. Jones sends someone with field tactical and leadership skills, I’d say we are somewhat stymied.”
“I will be well enough to lead a mission. It will take at least another week to get all the parameters in place....by then, I’ll be even better.”
Nikita looked over the top of her cognac glass and sighed.
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