| Subject: Whispered Identities - Chapter 176 |
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Date Posted: Thursday, March 10, 07:58:13pm
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Chapter 176
Michael and Nikita were placing the dishes from their lunch into the dishwasher in the kitchen. Nikita looked over at Michael and frowned.
“So how come we didn’t eat lunch in our room like we planned?”
Michael closed the dishwasher. “We need to return to work.”
“That doesn’t answer my question Michael.”
Michael glanced around the kitchen and whispered. “You are too great a distraction Nikita....we might forget to return to work.”
Nikita snickered. “I see. But I wanted to tell you something....I’ve been meaning to really....but...well.....”
“Tell me in the computer systems room....we don’t need to go to our room...I am beginning to learn your teasing ways.”
“This is no tease....I want to tell you some news.”
Michael grabbed Nikita’s hand and led her back to the main computer room. He performed the security scans as did Nikita and they entered the room; the door slammed closed behind them. Michael pushed Nikita into her chair and he stood before her.
“This makes me nervous...you saying you have news....you’re not....ahhh....pregnant are you?”
Nikita laughed. “Oh dear....now what if I was? What would you have to say for yourself...” she snickered.
“Are you ...pregnant? I mean if you are...it somewhat complicates our current situation but....well, I need more time to formulate a contingency plan....and it is indeed my fault for not using protection....like I said I.....”
Nikita sat back enjoying Michael performance; wondering how long she should let him struggle with the possibility of her becoming pregnant....and what his reaction would be...but more so - did he want what she hoped for in the future.
“Well Michael...I have wondered if you wanted children....you stated once that children had no place in our lives...the way we live....but we could make it work...I know we can.”
“Are you pregnant Nikita?”
She sat staring into his eyes; she could see the apprehension, the concern.
“No I am not pregnant...you’re relieved to hear that aren’t you.”
“If you were...our lives would become even more complex than they are now...that’s all.”
“I want children Michael....yours....I want us to make lots of babies....some day...when we have our lives back...no longer running and hiding. My question to you is....do you?”
Michael knelt before her and took her hands in his, bringing them to his lips. “You ask me difficult questions....ones I have to look into my heart....I only know I could not bear to have you with child and have something happen to you.”
“Promise me one thing Michael....that one day....when our flight ends....we will create children.”
Michael bent his head and placed kisses on the palms of her hands, then whispered. “Yessss.....”
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Rene Laval had spent over three hours working on the computer files Michael had left; the tasks were simple - checking on legitimate business accounts - updating banking information, and to insure work schedules were being met. Rene looked up from the screen and rubbed his eyes.
This is bullshit! Any fool could be doing this work....no wonder Michel left it to me....far to simplistic for him.
He logged off the computer and pulled out the access disc.
What the hell am I doing....why don’t I just do the job for Quinn....even if it wasn’t the agreement....all I need to do is pop Michel and his woman....then leave....my bank account much fatter than ever before.
Rene Laval returned to his room and locked the door. He walked to a case stored in the closet and pulled out a revolver; he placed a silencer on the gun, checked the clip and gently dropped the gun on a table. He returned to his case and pulled out an envelope containing cocaine, a mirror and flat metal bar. Rene drew four lines of cocaine and reached in his jacket for a silver straw; he inhaled all four lines of drug and began coughing. He darted into his bathroom and spit into the toilet. The Columbian cocaine was strong, much stronger than he had used before; he needed the drug to perform the task at hand.
He jammed the silenced revolver into his trousers and covered it with his jacket. Yanking open the door to his room, he headed downstairs to the main computer room. He would have the security man open the door and he would walk in. He should be able to get off three rounds quickly - one into Michel, one into the woman, Nikita, and the third into the security man: quick and easy.
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