| Subject: Whispered Identities - Chapter 197 |
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Date Posted: Tuesday, March 29, 08:55:33pm
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Lynuslinus
's message, "Whispered Identities - Chapter 191 & forward" on Monday, March 07, 07:58:57pm
Nikita tried to will her body to move in the constraints holding her arms and legs to the bed. Her vision was blurred and her head was awash with dizziness. She felt someone over her, wiping something from her face - tender strokes with a cool, wet cloth.
“....ahhh....Michael? Is that you....Michael?”
Nikita struggled to open her eyes: a dark, ghostly figure loomed over her.
“No Michael here....he your boyfriend sweetheart? Hope these cuts don’t leave scars...would be a shame to permanently mess up such a pretty face.”
Nikita lapsed into unconsciousness, her body floating from the room and out into the sea. She floundered in the gigantic waves as the sea washed over her and a fierce tidal hand pulled her body under the water, ever downward.
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Michael had spent two days reorganizing the direction of Dalton’s business to the task of locating the Medusa Society. He had given Dalton’s employees the choice to work with him or leave. Half had chosen to depart when Michael offered to pay money owed them, plus money in lieu of future earnings from the last job Dalton had been engaged in. The remaining twelve employees had taken their money, shrugged and agreed to work for Michael as they had no options anywhere else. Michael had spent many hours talking and listening to Rene Laval, until Laval broke down in tears, begging Michael to forgive him; he also pledged to work for Michael and swore allegiance to Michael’s cause. After leaving Rene’s room, Michael was haunted by Nikita’s warning to never trust Rene Laval but he had little support in his task, so he had taken Rene’s hand, agreeing to have his former friend be second in command on their mission to find and destroy the Society.
It had been four days since Nikita’s departure. Michael had fought to push her memory from his mind. Re-organization of Dalton’s business and negotiating with Dalton’s men had consumed his time. The hours spent with Rene Laval has also permitted Michael to force any thought of Nikita even further away. But now on the evening of the fourth day, he sat in the suite, toying with the food before him. He sipped his wine and pushed the plate of pasta away. Walking over to his laptop, he booted the hard drive and inserted the cd Nikita had made of the internet research she had done on Greek mythology and numerology. As he scrolled through the information, he punch up a zip file she had inserted. Michael had not noticed this file before and sat stroking his chin, watching as the file loaded. The screen filled with a series of photos Nikita had taken with the Sony Cybershot: photos of both of them on their beach walks, pictures of herself, smiling at the camera and making silly faces and finally, one of Michael in the shower.
He remembered her taking most of the pictures, not paying direct attention to what she was doing, his mind in other places most of the time. He scrolled back to the pictures of Nikita smiling. He sat, his eyes riveted to the images; he touched the screen, outlining her cheeks and eyes; her deep blue eyes. Michael rose slowly from the desk and wandered to the patio window overlooking the sea; he battled to combat his emotions and the rising tears he felt coming. He turned abruptly and grabbed his wine glass, draining the liquid, he poured more from the bottle and drank thirstily. Dropping onto the sofa, he sat staring into space.
“Why did I allow myself to love you Nikita....I knew if I gave my heart to you, things would end badly. All I want to know now is that you are safe....then I can continue...continue the work....and forget you forever.”
He rose and left the suite; an armed guard stood outside his door. “May I accompany you sir?”
“Why are you guarding my room?” questioned Michael.
“You are in charge now sir...right. Mr. Dalton always had a bodyguard....that was my main job...I did inform you of that sir.”
“Oh...yes, you did. Thank you but I would prefer if you altered you duties to guarding the whole villa...okay.”
“If you wish sir....but are you certain?”
“Yes.”
The guard nodded and strode off down the hall. Michael followed slowly and upon reaching the main floor, made his way to the computer systems room. Once inside, he logged onto the mainframe and began composing an encrypted, coded note to Mr. Jones at Center.
********Jones. Confirm arrival of Nikita at Center. Return reply via encryption only.
Samuelle. *********
Michael sat before the bank of computer screens; a well of emotions rising inside him. He shook his head violently as the smiling image of Nikita drifted into his head.
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