| Subject: Whispered Identities - Chapter 180 |
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Date Posted: Thursday, March 10, 08:09:06pm
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Lynuslinus
's message, "Whispered Identities - Chapter 175 - 190 - Repost" on Thursday, March 10, 07:46:55pm
Nikita sat in the Mercedes outside Adrian’s cottage, waiting for the older woman to arrive. Nikita’s stared out to the sea, her thoughts a thousand kilometers away.
I must give up trying to analyze why I didn’t advise Michael of Adrian’s existence....I’ll drive myself crazy...events overtook the opportunity to tell him, that’s all. Quit trying to read more into it Nik! Soon as he returns...I’ll tell him...he will be delighted she is really alive.
Nikita’s thoughts were interrupted by the sudden opening of the car door.
“Good morning, my dear....I’m so delighted you called me....a drive along the coast and lunch sounds wonderful...”
“Oh....yes, morning Adrian.”
“Sorry about not inviting you in dear...the cottage is a mess....I’ve started writing my memoirs and totally neglect tidying up....so how are you?”
“Ahhh...fine....I’m glad you took time to go for a drive.”
“Always a delight spending time with you Nikita.”
Nikita smiled, put the vehicle in gear, and headed out along the Portugese Algarve coast. The sun shone brightly but offered little warmth due to the time of year. The jagged rock outcrops thrust up from the sandy beaches and Nikita smiled inwardly, recalling the beach she and Michael had hiked to and shared a wonderful intimate moment. Adrian and Nikita drove along in silence until Adrian reached over and touched Nikita’s arm.
“So what’s the matter my dear....I would like to think that this invite was strictly to spend a pleasant day motoring along the coast...but I sense there is something bothering you.”
Nikita smiled. “You are getting to know my whims too well Adrian. I would like to think I’m not that transparent.”
“You wear your emotions on your sleeve Nikita...now, that’s a silly expression...how could someone actually wear emotions on their clothes,” she laughed.
Nikita laughed. “Another one of those strange English language expressions I guess....but...well, here goes. I still haven’t told Michael about you...the fact you are alive...don’t know why other than too many things have been happening too quickly at the villa.”
“Is it important that he know about me? What possible good would be accomplished.”
“As I told you before about Michael is still attempting to locate the Medusa Society...well, then you telling me about my father’s involvement and your role....oh gawd, this is becoming mind boggling...”
“Please pull the car over to the side of the road and explain Nikita.”
Nikita spotted a layby ahead and manoeuvered the Mercedes into a parking area.
“Richard Dalton has been killed and Michael has temporarily taken over running his....ahhh, business. I’m sure you know what his business is.”
“Dalton...killed! What ever happened!”
“His helicopter crashed....the feeling is, he was taken out by his enemies...of which he presumably has many. But Michael wishes to continue using Dalton’s technology to continue the search for the Medusa Society. I....I, ahhh....agree with him, he...we should continue and remain at the villa.”
“Why are you confiding this information Nikita?”
“What? I....I’m not sure....perhaps I need to confide in someone...I don’t know anyone else...and I trust you. Perhaps I should not burden you with all this Adrian...sorry.”
“Not at all my dear...but I sense you are not totally sold on the idea...spending an indefinite time working with Michael Samuelle on hunting a society that has remained hidden for decades.”
“Michael is obsessed with locating the players in the Society...but I’ve made him promise to let others physically pursue them...the authorities.”
“Ahhhh....but that is the big question....what authorities...who can be trusted anymore.” She smiled knowingly.
“Well....my father at Centre I guess...and there must be other organizations that can be trusted.”
“Who, the politicians? Not likely...the wound is deep within the intelligence community...and the wound continues to grow and fester.”
Nikita looked startled and bit her lip. “I hate this life Adrian...I fear this....this mission will never end...and for Michael, it’s become his life.”
“You could just walk away from it all Nikita.”
“I love Michael....I could never leave him.”
Adrian smiled. “Come...let’s continue our drive....I know of a quaint little café about a half hour from here...we can stuff ourselves with fresh seafood and wine.
Having finished their lunch, Adrian insisted on paying the bill, and the two women walked from the café. Adrian took Nikita’s arm and smiled.
“Come, let’s walk...there’s a beautiful boardwalk along the sea wall.”
They walked, neither one saying anything. The sea air held a bite and the only sound was the surf crashing on the rocks and cry of gulls overhead. Adrian stopped suddenly and motioned for Nikita to sit on a nearby bench. Nikita pulled her down jacket up to her cheeks and smiled. Adrian snuggled down into her oversized coat.
“We won’t stay here long my dear...the wind is beginning to chill....but I must say something to you.”
“What?”
“Michael Samuelle’s plan of continuing the hunt for the Medusa Society...from the villa. I understand that Mr. Dalton’s operation is very sophisticated....the latest in technology so to speak.”
Nikita smiled. “Yes...Michael’s in love with the computer operations...obsessed with it, more like.”
“Well, not as much as he loves you my dear...but Michael Samuelle is a very complicated man...the fact he has wanted you by his side tells me the extent of his love for you.”
Nikita looked shocked. “I don’t understand...I mean...how can you know what Michael wants or desires...you know more than you let on Adrian....you met him yes and read his files but....”
“True...I have only met him briefly...but I have read his files extensively....his skills, missions, oh so many missions...and, many women....but you my dear I feel have captured his heart, and I feel the depth of your love for him. You must remain with Michael...assist in the search for the Medusa Society.”
“I...I’m not sure I know...”
“If anyone can track the Society...it will be Michael Samuelle....but he will require help...you, of course....and...well, me.”
“You! But your life...your quiet life in hiding will be compromised!”
Adrian sighed, “Well sometimes ones life can be a little too quiet....it’s difficult to work that many years in intelligence and not still be taken with the...well, game. Once a spook, always a spook.” She laughed.
“But....I...I’m not sure what to say....Michael will be pleased, I’m certain.”
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