| Subject: Whispered Identities - Chapter 174 |
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Date Posted: Friday, December 31, 06:20:38pm
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Lynuslinus
's message, "Whispered Identities - Chapter 151 & forward" on Wednesday, October 20, 08:23:26pm
Rene Laval stood on the helipad with other employees, watching Richard Dalton’s chopper rise into the morning fog and disappear into the mist. Dalton had given him orders to work directly with Michael and as Rene and the others wandered back into the villa, Rene slowed his progress, dropping behind. He had been shown the media room with the computers for staff use and planned to go online before being given work from Michael.
He sat down and booted up a Dell and waited for the prompt about a private server. He smiled.
Perfect....this job might prove easier than anticipated....
He glanced back at the doorway, then continued typing.
Surprised Michael wasn’t on the helipad to see Dalton off....maybe still in bed with his blonde.
Rene accessed the coded site given him by Declan Quinn and typed his progress so far...such as it was. Hopefully working with Michael would prompt him to confide about his flight from MI-6 and possibly his knowledge about the society.
Rene sat waiting for a coded reply; soon a message appeared.
>>>>Imperative you learn all details Samuelle knows about the Medusa Society and anyone else he has confided in.>>>> Advise asap >>>>> then kill Samuelle and his woman.>>>>leave after termination of subjects and return to Paris.>>>>>
Rene read the message again. What! That was not part of the deal...to kill Michael and the woman! No! He was just a messenger....the society were to perform the termination!
Another employee entered the media room and Rene quickly deleted all messages and coding information from the computer. He rose quickly, nodding at the other employee and left the room.
~ ~ ~
Michael and Nikita shared a light breakfast together in their room. Michael glanced at his watch and rose.
“I better go...I think Dalton has already left. I’ll find out what little chores he has left, then continue to attempt a trace on the society.”
“Just one thing Michael....why do this here....I mean after Dalton returns...you could set up your own computer system and continue the search.”
“We will do that Nikita.” He smiled. “Maybe you can investigate some real estate for us.”
“I would like to use our Mercedes instead of having Dalton’s man drive me around...that okay?”
“Yes...just be careful.” He leaned down and kissed Nikita’s cheek. “Let me know when you return....we could have an early dinner together here in our room.”
Nikita grinned. “Sounds perfect....oh...ahhh, Michael....please don’t worry about me so much.”
Nikita manoeuvered the Mercedes into the village and spotted a realty office. After telling an agent she was working on behalf of an American couple wanting to retire in Portugal, she left with a handful of information on cottages and small villas for sale throughout the southern portion of Portugal. As she sat in the car, she dialed Adrian’s phone number.
“Hello, Adrian...it’s Nikita. I’ve come into town and wondered if you are available for lunch. Oh....really....but....I don’t want to impose...but that would be lovely. I’ll pick up a bottle of white wine then...see you shortly.”
After purchasing the wine, Nikita drove the Mercedes down to the marina, parked and walked back to Adrian’s cottage. As she strolled up the pathway, Adrian wandered out the front door, pulling on a sweater.
“I’m so glad you called my dear....and I would prefer to have lunch at the cottage today....I have a nice fire going and have homemade soup and freshly baked bread....we’ll be more comfortable here...oh, my did you walk all the way?”
“No...I parked at the marina...no point advertising you have a visitor in a Mercedes.”
“Is the car yours and Mr. Samuelle’s?”
“Yes...it’s somewhat flashy....Michael’s tastes....”
Nikita removed her jacket and walked to the fireplace. “I love your cottage Adrian...it’s so cozy.”
“Do warm yourself, my dear. I’ll dish out the soup and cut the bread....I didn’t have breakfast this morning so....I’m a tad peckish.”
“May I help?” questioned Nikita.
“Perhaps pour the wine you bought...there’s glasses on the side board.” She wandered into the tiny kitchen. “Now tell me, my dear....how are you doing at that mysterious villa?”
“Ahhh....well, interesting developments I guess you could say.”
Adrian strolled back with two steaming bowls of soup, brushed some papers from the table and returned to the kitchen for the bread. Nikita had poured the wine and was pulling out a chair for Adrian.
“Oh please be seated Nikita....no formality please. And dig in...it is hot though.”
They sat in silence, savoring the soup and fresh bread. Adrian looked up and dabbed her lips with a napkin. “Well now...are you going to tell me about the interesting developments...or should I keep my nose out?”
Nikita laughed. “Well, Michael has agreed to run Mr. Dalton’s operation for a few days while he is on....ahhh, business. But we are finally going to look for our own place....I would love a cottage like yours, but I’m afraid Michael has more villa-like tastes.”
“Hummmmm....like his flashy cars...flashy digs.”
“Yes. I suppose...anywhere is okay...as long as we are together...in our own place.”
“And how is Michael....still obsessed with the computers?”
“No doubt....he’s....ahhh...working on locating a secret organization.”
“Working for this Mr. Dalton?”
“Well no....I....suppose I shouldn’t really say....the whole thing is somewhat overwhelming anyway.”
“That world always will be overwhelming my dear....I do hope the two of you will be able to extricate yourselves and live a free life...hidden from the terrors of the game.”
“You call it a game....Michael called it a game also. However, I don’t think we will ever be free....I mean...you have managed but then you are not driven like Michael is....to make things right....to feel you have to protect people and do good....he....ahhh....”
“What’s troubling you Nikita....if you don’t want to mention specifics...that’s fine....I want to try to assist you....both of you if I can.... I managed to disappear...I’m certain you can also.”
“Thank you but I don’t think....I don’t want to burden you or place you in danger.”
“Come...bring your wine...let’s sit by the fire.”
They wandered back to the fireplace and each sat in a wingback lounge chair. Nikita sat sipping her wine. “Adrian....I feel you are the only person I can confide in....you’re like a relative to me.”
“Oh my goodness...but thank you...and do not feel you are burdening me or placing me in danger...my life has been too quiet anyway.”
Nikita smiled. “Well...Michael told me this morning about a secret mission he has been on for over a year....working to find an organization called the Medusa Society...and...the most amazing part is that my father at Center is in charge of the mission.”
Adrian smiled, reached over and poured more wine in Nikita’s glass. “Interesting....so Michael Samuelle finally spilled the beans.”
“What? I’m not sure what....you know about the Medusa Society?”
“I’m afraid so my dear. I met with your father several times when I was still at MI-6...we shared a few dinners together...he is a very persuasive man. He was very angry with me when you were relegated to being a trainer.” She grinned. “Although given the outcome...you being monsieur Samuelle’s so-called trainer, seems to have worked out.”
Nikita blushed. “You ahhh....mean, my father spoke to you about my being a trainer at MI-6?”
“Yes....scolded me...but then he convinced me to work for him in tracking the Medusa Society...a .very persuasive...and handsome man.”
“My father? I mean...he recruited you to work on White Rain?”
“Afraid so....that was a silly name for the mission though...told him that too.”
“But...well, Michael said he thought all other agents had disappeared....been killed or....”
“I did disappear Nikita...remember. But tell me now....you didn’t mention my name to Michael....the fact we met here in Faro?”
“I....ahhh....no....I didn’t. I don’t know why....well, yes I do. I was mad at him for keeping information from me....not telling me things....he likes being in control. So I never mentioned my meeting up with you.”
“No problem,” She smiled. “Men don’t need to know everything my dear.”
“But he should know...I will tell him....he thinks all the agents were killed....he’ll be excited to know you are alive.”
“I can’t imagine Michael Samuelle getting terribly excited about an old lady still being alive....come to think of it....Michael Samuelle doesn’t show much excitement over anything...but I could be wrong.”
Nikita looked down at her wine glass and blushed. “Ahhh....he does get exited over some things.”
Adrian rose and stoked the fire, throwing another log on the dwindling flame. Sparks jumped onto the hearth as the log landed into the embers. She returned to her chair.
“My dear, I have a confession....when you were sent on the De Abruzzi mission and instructed to plant the red chip into their computer....”
“.....yes, to track their money laundering...but we didn’t trust who Michael was working for and....”
“....yes, once again, the many layers at play in the game. Well, I was instructed by your father to have you plant that red chip....as a plan to attempt disclosure of some players in the society. As soon as Declan Quinn had me removed from the De Albruzzi mission and instructed the technicians to stop tracing the intel....well, it confirmed our suspicions. And when he attempted to kill me in the Bahamas...that was more proof.”
“Does my father know you are alive?”
“Nikita...when I pulled myself from that burning car and was nursed back by the locals....after I contacted my Swedish friend....I informed him I was going to disappear....forever. No one was to know...not even your father. Why he would have persuaded me to go back to work....the man is a workaholic....then you probably know that.”
“Yes. I suppose when I disappear....my father must be informed I am dead also.”
“Oh my goodness....enough talk about death and dying....too morbid. Now....tell me, Michael plans to continue to search for the Medusa society?”
“Yes he does...he wanted me to return to my father...says I will only safe with him. Michael feels he has to protect me and....feels we are in danger....but I can’t leave him Adrian....I love him.”
“Love is a wonderful thing Nikita...you two must relish every day together....and when you have your own place...try to convince him to forget the hunt for the society...live your lives to the fullest.”
“I only wish we could.” Nikita struggled to smile.
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