Michael returned to the house and walked to his bedroom. He stripped his clothes off and lay naked on the bed.

A breeze blew the light curtains and cooled his body. "I will go sailing again - after I finish with the computer connection and determining what to do with the intel. I will sail to....to...maybe Rhodes. I remember some people from a mission there...they owned a restaurant. Yes, Rhodes....I will rent the sailboat and sail there, spend a few days while Katerina is in Athens." Michael drifted off to sleep and as the cool seabreeze wahed over his naked body, Katerina's image appeared. She was smiling and holding her arms out to him - he was running along a beach - she would catch up to him then he would run - stop and wait for her to catch up. She fell into his arms - they were both naked - she spoke to him - 'I love you...I love you Michael.'
Michael felt himself drifting away as she stood calling to him; he drifted to a rocky outcrop and began climbing the rough rocks, slipping over the craggy surface. Finally he reached the top - standing there - Nikita - her blonde hair blowing in the wind.

Michael dragged himself to Nikita; her blue eyes flashed in the moonlight as she took his hand and led him into a cave. A small fire flickered as she beckoned Michael to the rear of the cave. She laid down on some boughs and held her hand out; he knelt and kissed her cheeks; caressed her hair. She pulled him to her body and began thrusting her hips upward.
Her blue eyes flashed with passion as he placed himself on top of her. She grabbed his aroused manhood and he gasped as she placed him inside her. At the same time she rolled them both over until she was on top and began pounding her body onto his. Michael thrust his hips up to meet her pounding. He could feel his climax wash over him and as he recovered his breathing, looked up to see if she had come with him. Nikita had vanished.
Michael awoke - his body covered in sweat - he was still breathing deeply and shook his head. He rose from the bed and went to the shower, turning on the tap - the cold water sprayed over his body. Michael stood motionless as the water poured from the shower head.

The next morning Michael dressed and quickly ate a light breakfast. He took his steaming cup of expresso into the den, extracted the discs from the history book and started the computer. The screen glowed as the images loaded. Michael stared at the screen, closed his eyes and sat in deep thought.

"Last night should not be happening to me - I must take measures to forget Nikita; she must not haunt me. When I lost Simone and Elena, I mourned and then moved on...my life was work then.....she possessed me....Nikita...you will not possess me. You are gone - you and my child. My life will become my work again."
Michael's thoughts were jolted with the telephone ringing. "Yes - hello Katerina. I am well...I slept well. And you?"
K: My mind was troubled Michael - and I lay awake for hours - I so wish I could forget the conference in Athens and return to you.
M: Your work is very important. Work is most important.
K: Ahh....yes but I want to be with you....to feel you touch....
Michael switched on the speaker phone.
M: Katerina - I have de-coded much of the information from the encrypted disc but need to have you connect Agilo's private computer with yours. Then the total intelligence will appear.
K: Yes, oh, certainly. Let me go to the lab now and start his computer. But how will we connect the two?
M: I will give you some numbers and codes to type. Now go to his computer.
K: Okay - I'm on my mobile phone in my office. I'll call you back when I reach the lab.
Within minutes Katerina had called Michael back and was typing in the codes he gave her. The two computers were now connected and Agilo's personal security information was downloading onto Katerina's computer on Mykonos.
K: Michael - I feel somewhat guilty doing this. What if there is not problem and the police.......



M: There is something - I've already de-coded some classified information.
K: What - what information?
M: Don't you worry about it...I'll pass it on to Interpol and let them deal with it.
K: Oh, my God - Interpol!...do you think that was who confiscated the other computer?
M: Do you know if Agilo was ever involved with bio-chemical sampling.
K: You're scaring me Michael - you mean like bio-chemical weapons?
M: Could be. But it may be nothing so - don't worry. When this download is finished, just shut his computer off and don't mention it to anyone.
K: I don't like this Michael.
M: When are you leaving for the conference in Athens?
K: This evening - should I call you when I arrive?
M: Yes, fine. Oh - tomorrow I thought I would go sailing again, and stay a couple of days on Rhodes.
K: Rhodes? Well it's beautiful but why there?
M: I recalled last night - well a memory of knowing people who own a restaurant on Rhodes.
K: This is wonderful news - your memory returning. So you will look these people up while there?
M: Yes. Oh, the download is finished - shut down the computer and I'll continue working here. But don't worry about this - it's probably all a case of mistaken identity. Is Dr. Agilo going to be in Athens at the conference?
K: He was scheduled to be there but no one here at the hospital has heard from him for days. Very strange.
M: Maybe he has a secret girlfriend somewhere.
K: Michael - stop that...but who knows...he is fond of the ladies.
M: There you go - he's hiding somewhere with a secret lover.
K: Oh, I see your memory return includes a sense of humor too. But that one is too close to home.
M: I suppose. Although I don't recall being reminded about ever being humorous. Look I better go and finish up this work to pass on to the authorities - that is if I think necessary.
K: Okay - I'll call you this evening from my hotel. I miss you and please be careful sailing.
M: I will. Bye for now.

Michael replaced the receiver and continued inputing encryption codes. The combined information now began to make sense. A form of checksums began to show lists of locations for concealed anthrax, smallpox and risin bio-chemical stores. Agilo had been stockpiling the various bio-strains throughout Europe and the lists also showed prospective buyers throughout the world. "No wonder Agilo didn't want this information detected - he's selling the materials to terrorists worldwide", mused Michael.
He continued pulling out further information.

Potential dates of sample transfers and transportation modes showed sales being made to Hezballah, Sunni Extremists, Aleph and the most recent sale to Iraq. Michael's trip to Rhodes was even more important now. The contacts there would be able to transfer this intel to Interpol or the CIA and he could remain at arm's length and not get involved. He began making hardcopies of the information and also backing it up onto additional discs.
He rose from the computer and paced the room. Sailing to Rhodes today was a priority; he would leave a messsage for Katerina about leaving now. He picked up the telephone and called her answering service - all he said was that the information he found was really nothing and sailing had become more important than trying to unscramble medical texts. He would call her from Rhodes.
Michael ran to his room and began packing a few clothes, grabbing the computer discs and papers, he threw the items into the sports car and drove once again to the sailing center.
Dr. Ian Leslie stood on the patio waving goodbye to Nikita and Helmet; he then walked inside his house and poured himself a large scotch and mused to himself, "My good friend Helmet - you have your work cut out for you in more ways than one. A woman like Nikita is too much for you. Her beauty and sexuality are beyond compare; you are no match for her. And her being pregnant with another man's child or oh, children complicates the issue even more." He held his glass in the air. "Good luck my friend!"
Helmet and Nikita drove along the coast back to their sailboat. As they approached the boat, Hans waved and ran over to take their luggage.
Hans: We're ready to set sail if you want sir.
Helmet: Excellent. You have all the supplies we need?
Hans: Yes sir.
Helmet extended his hand to Nikita as she made her way aboard.
Nikita: I'm just going to store my things. Where are we heading?
Helmet: Well, I thought a couple of days easy sailing, exploring some of the coves and beaches, maybe we could try swimming.



Nikita: Sounds wonderful. I'd like to steer too, especially if the wind is strong.
H: (laughing) You do like to test yourself!
N: You forget I've sailed before Helmet and this craft handles beautifully.
H: Well, I just thought you might want to take it easy because of.....
N: ....being pregnant - no. I need to do something physical and mental. Let's find a secluded beach and go swimming too.
H: As you wish. Okay Hans - cast her off.
Their craft drifted out of the bay into the Sporades Aegean.

Hans raised the sails and the wind quickly took them out full. Nikita waited until Hans motioned for her to take the wheel.
N: What course Hans?
Hans: North, northwest madam.
N: I told you - call me Nikita.
Hans: Yes madam.
Two hours past as the sailboard made it's way around the island of Rhodes. Helmet stood at the bow peering through his binoculars and shouted over the wind. "Bring her around starboard, there's a beautiful beach there. We could try some swimming."
N: Okay, how may degrees?
Helmet pointed and laughed, "I could guess at how many but just head for that point of land."
Hans whispered to Nikita, "About five degrees Madam."
N: (laughing) Gochta.

The sailboat raced through the water and soon approached a secluded beach.
They anchored the craft and Nikita and Helmet changed into their swim suits. Nikita ran uptop and dove off the bow of the boat. Helmet ran after her. "Nikita - are you alright!"
She looked up at him from the water, "Yes - come on in it's beautiful!"
H: I thought we might row ashore and swim from there.
N: No way, jump in, we'll swim from here!
H: Uh, well.....
N: Don't tell me you can't swim!
H: I swim but not very well. Not well enough to swim ashore from here.
N: Okay, you row ashore, I'll meet you there.
H: Don't tire yourself!
Nikita couldn't hear him, she was already swimming away from the boat. Helmet and Hans lowered the rowboat and Helmet quickly began stroking the oars in the direction of Nikita. She powered herself through the calm water, feeling the energy surge through her body as she relished the feeling of performing a physical activity. She had missed her daily workouts and promised herself to tackle them again. Nikita slowed her pace and rolled onto her back, executing a steady backstroke towards shore. She squinted up into the sun, then closed her eyes.



The feel of the water around her body brought back memories of the time she and Michael had spend on a deserted beach. She fought to recall the memory: Nikita had raced into the sea, diving into the water. He had swam out to her and dove under, grabbing her legs and flipping her over his shoulder. She had yelled, 'Michael - not fair - a wave put me off balance.' She clung to him, her arms tightly around his neck; she whispered in his ear over the crash of waves. 'Michael I want you, take me here.' Michael had laughed and replied, 'that would be some balancing act with the waves crashing on us.'
Nikita had laughed and shouted, 'Michael Samuelle, nothing has stopped you before!' With that she withdrew one arm from his neck and reached down and grasped his erect manhood. She guided his penis into her; at the same time a large wave crashed over them. They both fell over and went under the water. Michael's arms grabbed Nikita and pushed her to the surface.

He rose to the surface, looking around to find her. Nikita was laughing, 'alright - maybe there are some circumstances even you can't perform to your usual standard!'
With that comment Michael grasped Nikita under the arms, she wrapped her legs around his waist and buttocks. His eyes flashed, 'try again!' he commanded. Once again she grasped his erect member and inserted him into her throbbing opening. Michael moved up and down with the action of the waves. He held her with one arm holding her upper body and the other pushing her bottom into his thrusting movements. They could both feel the moment of climax coming as a huge wave burst over them. Nikita was thrown over onto Michael. They held on together, their bodies still joined as the explosion coursed through them at the same time. They had drifted still joined as the ocean pushed their spend bodies ashore. They lay at the edge of the water, Nikita had rolled off Michael; she smiled and stroked his chest. She remembered whispering to him, 'I take it back Michael Samuelle, you can perform anywhere.'

Nikita had almost reached the shore and looked over to see Helmet rowing towards her. His boat struck the sandy beach and he jumped out as Nikita walked ashore.



He ran over to her, "My love are you alright!"
Nikita: Of course, I feel great.
H: That was a long way to swim in your condition.
N: I had some memories to spur me on.
H: Good memories obviously.
N: Yes.
H: Let's go sit over there on those rocks; I brought some water and a little food. Here let me get you a towel.
Helmet ran back to the small boat and retrieved a large towel and basket. They went and sat on a rocky outcrop. Nikita toweled herself and sipped some water. Helmet cut up pieces of apple and handed them to her.
H: Nikita, I had a little chat with Dr. Leslie about....ah...well...you and I.
N: Oh, oh - what about?
H: Well....I know you are still grieving about Michael and....ah...I want things to work between you and me so....anyway, he knows of a doctor in Salonika who he thought we could talk to.
N: About what?
H: To help you with your....well....dealing with the loss of Michael. He said both you and I should maybe....ahh....talk to her.
N: What can she do?
H: Help you get through the pain you are so obviously suffering over Michael's loss.
N: You are still convinced he is dead aren't you.
H: Nikita - the facts don't lie. The longer you deny that....the harder it will be on you. And....well...you must think of the children you are carrying.
N: The next few months I'm sure there will be ample evidence of that.
H: I want to help you any way I can....so I thought if you talked to this doctor......
N: What is she - a shrink?
H: A what?
N: A psychiatrist! Look Helmet, talking to this doctor isn't going to convince me Michael is dead!
H: Oh God, I'm making a mess of this...I just want to help you.
N: You are Helmet...by...taking me sailing.
H: Right. Look, I've tried to tell you how I feel about you and I understand you need time to forget.....
N: I will never forget him...cause I know he is alive....and I will find him.
H: I love you Nikita...I want to look after you when you are having your children and after they are born. Please face the facts - what are you going to do when you go into childbirth and where will you stay after they are born. Do you want to go back to your father?



N: Absolutely not. My father is the last person I want to go back to...he will never know where I am...that I'm sure about.
H: He does know Nikita.
N: What!
H: He knows you are with me. Do you really think that Center and Section wouldn't have located you by now.
N: You have talked to him....he knows I'm with you!
H: Yes.
N: Why does he trust you...he has tried to eliminate any man I have been with. Michael was the only one he tolerated because he was a good operative. He made a false promise to us that we could have a life together if Michael did a mission in Afganistan.
H: I know Nikita. I know all this...you must accept that Michael died in Afganistan...his whereabouts....where he died may not be known but he did die.
N: NO! STOP THIS! I won't listen to you!!
Helmet went and put his arms around her; she struggled to pull away as tears streamed down her cheeks.
H: Please Nikita...let me help you. Let us go and see this doctor...just to talk. Then you come and stay with me on Ibiza and have your children. I love you so much. I want to marry you....don't you understand. Your children will have a father then...I will look after both you and the children.
Nikita started sobbing uncontrollably, her whole body shook convulsively. Helmet hugged her and tried to sooth her but to no avail.
Later that afternoon, after Nikita and Helmet has returned to the sailboat, Hans put the sails up and the boat headed northwest - back to the mainland. In the bedroom on board the boat, Nikita lay stretched on the bed, staring up at the ceiling. Helmet was on deck, helping Hans with the sails.



Tears began to well up again in Nikita's eyes; she fought to keep them back but could not. "Michael....I know you are somewhere out there...I will find you!"

When Michael had re-hired a small sailboat, he told the attendant he would be gone for up to a week and was travelling to Rhodes. Once on board, Michael studied the charts and then headed the boat from the Mykonos harbor.



He motored out into the open water before raising the sails. Michael pulled on the ropes, raising the fabric. The wind grabbed the sails and thrust the small craft southeast. He would sail until dark, then set the navigation lights while he slept a few hours. The darkness soon enveloped the small craft as Michael came up from below deck. He felt refreshed even though he only slept for a couple of hours. Off in the distance he could see a faint glow of lights from another boat. Michael picked up his binoculars and peered into the darkness. He could make out a larger vessel anchored for the night. He placed the binoculars on the decking and started the engine; the boat slowly made its way in the direction of Rhodes.

Aboard the larger vessel, Helmet and Nikita sat in the galley. Helmet stared at Nikita. "Please eat something my love. You need your strength."
N: I'm not really hungry. Will we reach the mainland in the morning?
H: Hans does not want to sail in the dark, so we will stay anchored until dawn then make our way back. We should reach the mainland by afternoon.
Nikita said nothing; she toyed with a cup containing her tea.
H: Have you given any more thought to what I suggested?
N: About what?

H: Seeing that doctor. She's apparently in Athens now at a conference but I can set-up an appointment....for both of us.
N: I don't care.
H: I know you don't care but in the long run it will help you deal with....all this.
N: Whatever.
H: Please do it for me Nikita.
N: I'm tired of discussing this Helmet. Okay, whatever you want. I'm going to try and get some sleep now.
With that Nikita rose and left. Once she reached the bedroom, she engaged the lock on the door, walked to the porthole and opened it.

She stripped her clothes off and lay on the bed - a seabreeze cooled her skin and in the distance she heard the faint sound of a small boat motor as it passed. "Hummm, someone isn't afraid of sailing in the dark," she thought.
As the sound faded into the night, Nikita feel into a deep sleep.

  Michael manoeuvred his small craft through the night and reached Isidovos on Rhodes the next morning. He anchored the boat and returned to the bunk below deck to sleep for a few more hours. Around noon he arose, made coffee and ate a bowl of granola. He had bought a laptop on Mykonos and wanted to input any further intel on Agilo he could obtain. The marina offered the use of satellite feed so Michael could now upload further information from intelligence agencies around the world.

He spent an hour formatting the computer with the intel he required and also transferred funds from illegal money laundering operations into an account he was using. Once he finished this he changed his clothes and went on deck, checking the address of the old contacts on Rhodes he remembered from an old mission. Michael smiled to himself, 'Strange how certain information presents itself to me and yet so many memories have vanished. All I recall is these contacts owned a restaurant here and were going to hide.....help hide....Nikita and I from Section.'
Michael walked into a car rental office at the marina. He paid the attendant and drove off in a BMW sedan, and headed for the Restaurante Lindos. He walked inside and immediately recognized a short, balding man in his 40's. The man looked up and grinned, "Michel...is it really you...Helena...come quick...guess who is here!" A red-haired woman appeared from the kitchen, "Oh my goodness...it is Michel!" She ran and wrapped her arms around Michael and they kissed each other on the cheeks.
Helena: Michel - come....sit...where have you been, tell us everything.....!

Michael: Well, I can tell you some things.
Spiros: Helena, now you know Michel can't ever tell us about himself. (grabbing a bottle of Greek wine) Here my friend, sit and drink...it is so good to see you. We always wondered what happened to you and your beautiful lady. Where is she?
Helena: Her name was....was Nikita, right?
M: Yes...but...well...we are not together now.
H: Oh, I am sorry. Things did not work out between you?
S: Helena - stop asking personal questions like that...so sorry Michel....women want to know everything.
M: We are no longer together...she...she died.
H: Oh my God Michel - I am so sorry!
S: I am sorry Michel. How did it happen - were you on a mission. Oh, now I ask too many questions - sorry.
M: She was killed by a suicide bomber in Afganistan.
H: Oh no!
S: What can I say Michel - I am truly sorry.
M: I have...I want to remember her but the memories are too painful yet.
H: Time....it takes time to heal.
S: Will you stay with us awhile on Rhodes?
M: I have a boat, I will stay on board. I wanted to see you again and have you pass on some intel that has come into my hands.
S: You are not with the agency - Section One, anymore?
M: No.
S: Well, we still have our ways of dispersing intel without detection but if the information is urgent, you should speak to a man who lives on Rhodes.
M: Who is that?
S: He is a Scottish ex-interpol agent. Retired now...or so he claims but I suspect he may still have a hand in things.

At that moment a handful of tourists entered the restaurant and Spiros got up to deal with them. Helena motioned for Michael to follow her into the back office. "Spiros will get them their greek salads and will return."
M: They want greek salads?
H: Most tourists want greek salads. (she laughed)
Spiros came into the office. "Spariti will deal with them. Oh Michel, Spariti is my nephew, he works here for us. Now where were we - oh yes. The Scottish ex-agent - I will give you his name and number and will contact him to say you want to speak to him."

M: Has he ways of infiltrating the agencies with discretion?
S: Absolutely - that is why I do not think he is retired. His name is Dr. Ian Leslie.
M: He is a doctor?
S: Yes, a medical doctor - but retired from that too - or so he claims. Here let me write down his number. I will call him immediately.

Michael drove the BMW along the coast and pulled up to Dr. Leslie's villa on Rhodes. The doctor stood on his patio and watched Michael as he walked up the stairway to the upper patio. Dr. Leslie held out his hand to Michael. "Good to meet you Mr. Samuelle. Spiros tells me you have some intelligence you wish transferred to Interpol."
M: Either Interpol or the CIA.
L: Here have a seat; what can I get you - wine, anything you like.
M: Nothing, thank you.
L: Now, first of all - Spiros was a little vague on who you are. He hinted you were an agent with...well he didn't actually fill me in on that part.
M: I was with Section One.
L: And no more.
M: I am not with Section now.
L: I see - so how have you come by critical intel that should be reported to the agencies?
M: The information came my way from reliable sources.
L: I see. (Dr. Leslie rose from his chair and poured two glasses of wine - handing one to Michael) Here - I'm sure we can both manage a glass of wine. Now Mr. Samuelle, I trust Spiros to not steer any faulty information from unreliable personnel my way...but why should I trust you or listen to what you have to say?



M: Why are you questioning my need to pass on intel to you? If you are not interested, I shall leave. I came to you because Spiros said you had current connections with the intelligence community. If he is incorrect - I shall leave.
L: Sit down Mr. Samuelle. I believe you. But Spiros may still think I am in the....ah, business. I'm retired - both from medicine and the world of spys and terrorism.
M: Spiros thinks not.
L: (laughing) He is wrong Mr. Samuelle. However, I can put you in touch with a collegue in Spain who is operating an anti-terrorist agency - purely commercial mind you. Today, fighting terrorism has become a business. He works out of Ibiza and....
M: No. I'm not about to travel across Europe looking for the highest bidder for important intel - I simply want to pass on the information and remain uninvolved in how it is dealt with. I'm not in the...business as you call it.
L: Why do you care then?



M: It is important and should be dealt with.
L: You are an interesting study Mr. Samuelle. You don't want money, you simply want to pass on intel....hummmmm... Right! Come with me.

Dr. Leslie motioned for Michael to follow him into the villa. He entered a study and pushed a panel in a bookcase - the panel opened to show a secret room filled with high-tech tracking equipment and banks of computers. "Mr. Samuelle - you are one of very few people I have shown this room. If you are not who Spiros says you are or who I feel you might be - then I shall have to kill you because you simply cannot leave here knowing about my little room of toys. So - come to this terminal and start entering your information."


Michael stared intently at Dr. Leslie. "It would seem you are not all you pretend to be."
Leslie laughed loudly. "My dear Mr. Samuelle - you don't think my simple government pension pays for my lifestyle do you. As I said anti-terrorism is big business these days. My little operation is even listed on the US stock exchange and although the markets have been abysmal of late - my little company has made handsome profits."
Michael: Interesting.
Leslie: But I sense you are a purist Mr. Samuelle. You have only worked for the common good - never for money.
M: I was recruited at a young age and not offered any alternative.
L: Ahhhhh yes, Section One. The last vestige of enslaved government agents. How very archaic - amazing they still are functioning.
M: Yes,I suppose.
L: (sitting at a computer terminal) Before I have you upload all your intel, let me just run a little information gathering of my own.



M: If you want information on who I am - try these codes after you hack into the Section One main frame. I'm sure that was your plan.
L Yes, thank you - very astute of you.
Leslie typed away at the terminal and soon the screen filled with information. "Alright - and now those codes?" Michael wrote a series of numbers and letters on a piece of paper. Leslie quickly typed in the codes. Soon a complete history of Michael Samuelle appeared on the screen. Leslie sat reading, "Hummmm, very interesting history Mr. Samuelle. You are all and more of what Spiros said you are. But the one thing missing is why you are no longer with Section."
M: Here, you need to type these codes into the parameters.
Once again Leslie typed the information handed him. Then suddenly it appeared on the screen - the current status of Michael Samuelle. - Operative Michael Samuelle - deceased. Killed - Afganistan - March 2002. Body recovery - nil.
L: Yes, very interesting - certainly explains why you are no longer with your old employer Mr. Samuelle. Okay, have a seat at that terminal and start inputting your intel.
Michael reached inside his jacket and pulled out two discs. "That won't be necessary - it's all here."
L: Very well. But at least tell me what we are dealing with.



M: Bio-chemical sales from a Greek doctor working out of Salonikia. He has stockpiles of bio-chemicals stored throughout Europe - Spain, Italy, Bulgaria, Finland, France - and at least another six countries. He works with a shipping magnate here in Greece called Vassilis Meracles.
L: ....Meracles!!
M: Yes, you have heard of him?
L: Possibly. I have heard of the Meracles shipping company - one of the largest here in Greece. And his ex-wife, she's a doctor in Salonikia.
M: You know of his ex-wife? She's not involved in this!
L: She is a psychiatrist, very dedicated to her work.
M: Yes, I'm sure but she isn't involved in this.
L: How do you know of Dr. Meracles - her name is Katerina.
M: That is of no concern. The intel is on the discs - you can work with that.
L: Look, Mr. Samuelle - I want you to spend some time with me working with the discs and helping me. I will pay you well. You cannot convince me you have no further interest in this affair. You just drop off the intel - then disappear - what are you doing now - hiding from Section - making them think you are really dead! Surely you want to see this through - I can't believe a man of your background can just walk away from this.
M: I can.



Leslie: What are you running from Mr. Samuelle? Memories? We all have memories we want to forget. What are your plans...or maybe you are working for someone now.
M: I'm not working for anyone.
L: Please remain and help with this. I must admit business has been a little hectic lately and I could use extra help. At least stay the rest of the day and night. We'll have dinner and copious amounts of wine; you can assist me with inputting the information and we can discuss what the next actions should be.
M: One day and one night. Then I must return to Mykonos.
L: Ahhhh, you have travelled from Mykonos. Beautiful island - prefer Rhodes myself but...you have someone special there....uh oh, don't mind me - I'm just a tad nosey. Comes from living a solo life and living vicariously through other people. But excellent - one day and one night will do for now. But let me have Jones prepare a room for you. You can freshen up if you like, then a bite of lunch and voila - get to work. Sound okay with you, Mr. Samuelle?
M: Fine and you can call me Michael.
L: Good - Michael....hummm...that seems to be a common name lately. Nevertheless, let me ring Jones.

Michael was ushered into the same room that Helmet and Nikita had occupied only a few days before. Jones opened the window and the sea air filled the room. When Jones left, Michael wandered through the room and into the bathroom. He returned to the main room; something was familiar - was it a memory - no - the room was familiar - no. What was it? He sat on the bed; then laid down. Michael closed his eyes and once again Nikita's image appeared. He jumped up from the bed and walked to the open window, taking deep breaths of air.


"No Nikita, no!....you shall not haunt me!"
Michael quickly exited the room and returned to the main living room where Dr. Leslie sat sifting through papers.
M: I have decided I will work with you for the remainder of the week, then I will return to Mykonos. I have some unfinished business to deal with. After that if you want to retain my services in tracking the bio-chemical weapons - I will work for you, until the mission is resolved. Then I will go.
L: Excellent Mr. Samuelle or, ah - Michael. But what made you change your mind?
M: Work - I must return to my work. This is what I am destined to do.
L: I am very pleased you have decided this. Come, we will have lunch, then start to work.
Michael and Dr. Leslie walked into the dining room where luncheon was being placed on the dining table.

The following afternoon, Helmet's sailboat reached the mainland at Sunion. As Hans tied the boat to the dock, Nikita came up top and sat.


Helmet was busy storing gear away and didn't notice her. When Hans jumped back aboard he approached Nikita, "Can I get you anything Ma'am?"
N: No thank you Hans.
Helmet upon hearing them made his way over to Nikita and Hans went below.
Helmet: I thought we could have a bite to eat then drive to Athens. We can stay at Redford's villa again.
N: Sure.
Helmet went below and returned with two glasses of wine; he handed one to Nikita. "I'm sure the doctor would approve of you drinking the odd glass of wine."
N: Yes, I guess so.

She continued to stare out at the wharf.
Helmet: Nikita....I know you are angry with me but seeing this doctor...ah, Dr. Meracles will help you.
N: You sound like my father Helmet.
H: What do you mean?
N: My father was always telling me everything he did was for my own good. He manipulated my whole life...he even brought me into Section.
H: I didn't realize he was involved. I just thought you had been picked off the street and framed.
N: I was his doing.
H: But I think he has bigger plans for you - like running Section.
N: How do you know of that?
H: Ah, well...like I told you...he knows you are with me.
N: Helmet, I can't believe you've been deceiving me.
H: I do apologize but I thought it would complicate things...and upset you.
N: You got that right. But you don't know me very well Helmet - men will not run my life anymore. While in Section - Operations direct my life; my father directed my being there; even Michael directed my actions. No man will control me anymore.
H: I....I...think I understand.

Helmet drank the remainder of his wine and poured another glass for himself. "So are you saying you will definitely not see this doctor?"

Nikita: (staring intently at Helmet) Yes Helmet - I will see her - but not for you. Of one thing you are correct - I need to talk to someone about my upcoming pregnancy, what the future may offer me - and because she is a woman, maybe she will understand.
H: I'm sure she....yes...I feel confident she can help.
N: It's not about you and me Helmet - there will not be a you and me! I am grateful for all your help and your offer to look after me and my children. But there is no you and me...I'm sorry but I don't love you.
H: I know that Nikita. But sometimes people change...you may change how you feel after the babies come. I will always love you - I always have I guess. Is it so wrong I should want to protect and look after you?
N: I told you - my life has been one man after another telling me what is best for me. I will see this doctor; return with you to Ibiza and take your offer of allowing me to stay until I give birth - then I will decide where I will go.
Helmet turned and walked to the bow of the sailboat; he looked back out to the sea and fought back tears. He must not allow her to see him cry; he must not let her know how much she was hurting him.

That evening their car pulled up to the Redford villa and they were escorted into the master bedroom.

Nikita opened her bags and began throwing some clothes and personal items on the bed. She picked up her shampoo and toiletries, entered the bathroom and closed the door. Helmet had been standing at the window and walked to the bed. He picked up her nightgown and brought it to his face, inhaling her scent. He felt tears welling up again and wiped them away with her nightdress. His eyes caught sight of something in her bag; Helmet pulled out a photograph of Michael.



Helmet glared at the picture, "Will you never release her - you are dead - but you possess her completely. I wish you were alive - then I could at least fight you for her. How can I fight a ghost."

The next morning Helmet and Nikita drove to the Hotel Athinai. They were directed to Dr. Katerina Meracles suite. Helmet knocked on the door. Katherina ushered them into the large room. "I hope you don't mind meeting here at my hotel but Dr. Leslie said you would be in Athens while I was here so....
H: It is very generous of you to give us your time while you are at the conference.
K: Please be seated; I took the liberty of ordering some refreshments. Would you like a drink - there is alcohol or perhaps some tea.
N: Tea would be fine for me.
K: And you Mr. Volker?
H: I'll pour myself a whiskey if you don't mind, and will you join me?
K: Thank you - no - I will join....I'm sorry - I didn't get your name. All Mr. Volker said was his lady friend.



Nikita: Jones. Josephine Jones.
Helmet turned quickly and looked at Nikita.
K: Excellent - Josephine it is. So would you like to begin with both of you and then see how we progress then talk to each individually. Dr. Leslie really didn't tell me much so you will have to advise me how I may help you.
H: Ah, uh...Josephine....what do you want to do?
N: I would prefer to just talk with you one on one.
K: That will be find and then bring in Mr. Volker later?
N: No - just you and I.
K: Well...to start yes...I think you should both be involved in....
N: Mr. Volker is a friend - a good friend. I'm not sure what you have been told but I am here to talk with you as a psychiatrist - one on one. Will that work for you cause if not - this meeting is over.



H: No, no - I will leave. Just give me a call...ah...Josephine and I'll return for you.
Helmet swallowed the rest of his drink and headed for the door. Katerina remained silent and watched him leave. She rose and poured the tea and handed Nikita a cup. "This is an english tea - I prefer this blend - and hope you like it too."
Nikita took the cup and began sipping. "I'm sorry if I sounded direct but I feel you may have been mislead as to why I am here. What have you been told about Mr. Volker and myself?"
K: Well Mr. Volker and I spoke on the telephone twice and he said you and him were to be married and were having some difficulties with your intimate relationship.
Nikita started laughing. "That figures - he thinks the only thing wrong with us is our sex life. Haaaaaaaa...I really thought he understood matters better."
K: Perhaps he was waiting until you both could explain and we could work on what the problems are.
N: Look doctor - I don't know if you can help but I can tell you one thing - Helmet's and my sex life has nothing to do with why I'm here.
K: Well, what would you like to discuss.
N: Helmet and I are friends - we've known each other a long time. I went to him when I found out I was pregnant with another man's child. Well children actually - I'm having twins.
K: Mr. Volker said you were expecting a child. He didn't elaborate about who the father was...I understood the child, ah, children were his.



N: No. The father of my children is missing. Helmet and everyone else want me to believe he is dead but I know he's not.
K: So if you find the father - you will join him?
N: Of course. Our lives are complicated because of our work but we will find a way to be together and raise our children.
K: And Mr. Volker?
N: He thinks I will have the children and marry him. It's true I will stay with him until the children are born, then I'll leave.
K: How will you look after them and yourself?



N: I have ways. I learned many things from my former employer about....well shall we say finances and hiding...
K: ....hiding?
N: Look - there are things I cannot talk about. I am here because you are a woman psychiatrist and I need to have you confirm the direction I am about to take.
K: Josephine - I cannot tell you what to do or the direction - I can advise you and aid you with decisions about problems troubling you. You tell me now - what is it troubling you.
N: I have one problem - the man I love and father of my children is missing - I want to find him.
K: I don't think I can help you find him Josephine.
N: I know that....it's just....I feel so helpless. It wouldn't be so bad if I wasn't pregnant. When we found out I was....we were both so happy...all we wanted was a normal life and bring up our children. (Nikita started to cry) I wish I wasn't having these children...how can I be both a mother and father for them!

Katerina walked to Nikita and put an arm around her shoulders. "It's true life is not fair....life throws heartache and misery at us. I don't know of your past but sense you have inner strength and now you must be even stronger. You have a wonderful gift growing in you - children. A gift from the man you love. If your search for him is not fruitful - you have him always with you. Every day you look at your children - you will see him and have him by your side.
N: (looking at Katerina directly) But how can I live my life without him? I never knew I could have such strong feelings for a man. Our lives together were made up of deceit, fights and terror and yet we had this strong attachment - probably from the first time we met. I thought I hated him so many times......
.......he was so distant and removed but when I looked into his eyes - they drew me into him. I felt like a schoolgirl, my legs would weaken when he touched me. The first time we made love - I thought I would die - I had been with men before but not like with him.....



....I couldn't get enough of him; he knew every trick in the book to satisfy me. (Nikita paused) Oh sorry....I....I don't usually talk about these things.
K: This is good Josephine. Please continue...get at the feelings part...and I am glad you feel you can tell me. It is true...to have that kind of connection with a man. I think I know what you mean. (Katerina looked over Nikita's shoulder and stared in the direction of the window and beyond it - the sea.)
N: Our work didn't permit us to be together very much - we had to invent scenarios to make it happen but I guess that made it all the more exciting.
K: Your work sounds dangerous. Without giving me specifics, tell me more how you and your man...ah, what is his name?
N: His name? Oh...it's Jacques.
K: He is french.
N: Yes.
K: Okay...how you and Jacques lived. You lived together or....
N: No. Our work didn't permit that. We were lovers...he was my trainer...we worked together then became lovers. And now...I don't think I can ever love again...
K: Try to concentrate on what he gave you - he trained you, he gave you strength, he gave you children. You must take that strength Josephine....you have the strength to more forward and have your children and his legacy will be the children.
N: He is not dead! Everyone keeps telling me he is dead. He is out there and I will find him!
K: Yes, yes...okay...tell me more about him.
N: I must believe his is alive; how can I live without ever feeling his touch again. How can a man touch you to your soul....


.....we made love so many times and each moment was like the first; to feel him inside me - touching me to my core - his mouth and hands all over my body. He would bring me to the heights of passion; I couldn't breath sometimes. And when we came together I wanted him again and again, harder and harder!
Nikita burst into tears, her body shaking. Katerina took her in her arms, "Let it out Josephine, the tears are good. They help you to see your way."

A half-hour past and Nikita had recovered her composure. She came from the bathroom and Katerina was pouring more tea. "Another cup, it's still hot."
Nikita: No thanks, I'm kinda floating in tea. Look I don't know what happened - all those words about Micha.....ah, Jacques coming out. But this session has helped. I know I'm not being fair to Helmet but I never told him I loved him. I need to remain at his home until I give birth, then I will leave. I suppose I should feel guilty about his feelings but I don't - is that wrong?
K: Be honest with him. He obviously cares for you. If he makes demands you cannot keep, then, you will have to leave. But I sense he will remain your close friend.


N: He loves me - I feel I'm using him but somehow...I don't care. That's selfish of me but I'm so tired of being manipulated and told what to do.
K: All you can hope for is his friendship and let him know that. You do need his support - you've admitted that.
N: Yes, I suppose.....

The hotel telephone rang. Katerina got up and answered it. "Hello?" She turned her head away from Nikita and walked towards the other end of the room. She spoke in hushed tones. "Michael - where are you, still on Rhodes? Yes, the conference is ending tomorrow afternoon. No I must have had my cell turned off; I'm with a patient, yes....I know....well this is sort of an unscheduled appointment. Yes, I can be back on Mykonos in two days say around noon....and you? Good, then we'll see each other in two days. I....I miss you so much - I havent' been able to think of anything but remembering us making love. Okay, very well - see you then. Goodbye."

K: Sorry about that Josephine. I'm returning to Mykonos soon and am making arrangements.
N: You don't live in Salonika?
K: Yes, but I have my main home on Mykonos - have you been there?
N: No - it must be beautiful. We sailed to Rhodes and as you know, visited Dr. Leslie.
K: A very interesting man. Retired, he claims, but seems to keep himself busy.


N: Yes, busy. Look I'm sure you have a million things to do with the conference and your practice, so I better go. This has helped me deal with things.
K: I can talk to you by telephone once I return to Mykonos. Here let me give you my number. If you feel you want to talk more - please, please call me.
N: Thank you. Ah, how can I pay you? Helmet can forward a cheque or maybe he has cash on him......
K: Don't worry about the money. I'm only too happy to hopefully have been of some help. Please call me to talk further. Here's the number.
Nikita tucked the phone number in her bag and walked to the door. Katerina followed her. Nikita turned and put her arms around Katerina. "Thank you so much. I haven't really had many people in my life I could confide in. We connected and I appreciate that. Goodbye and take care."
Nikita opened the door and disappeared down the hallway.

Helmet sat in the hotel lobby, pretending to read a newspaper. He spotted Nikita and walked up to her. "You alright?"
N: Yes...thank you. She was helpful. I will call her again.
H: You surprised me using your operative name, Josephine. Any reason why?
N: Don't know. Maybe it was Josephine who really needed more help than me.
H: Hummmm...I've made arrangements, we can fly to Madrid in the morning and be back on Ibiza by late afternoon. Have you changed your mind....I mean....will you still stay on Ibiza?
N: Yes Helmet. I will stay until I give birth, then leave. I care for you deeply and the fact you want to look after me is....well....but it does not change the fact I don't love you. If you can live with that and still want me there - I will remain until the birth. If you feel you cannot - I better not get on that plane with you to Madrid.
H: I can Nikita....anything you want. Now....are you hungry? If so, let's find a restaurant.
N: I am kind of hungry.
They walked from the hotel and into the busy Athens street. Helmet looked longingly at Nikita and took her by the arm.

Michael steered the sailboat towards the harbour on Mykonos. The last few days with Dr. Leslie had been energizing for Michael. He knew his work was what his life was now.



He stood at the wheel of the boat; the wind felt good on his face. The task ahead - telling Katerina that he must leave was not something he wanted - but must happen. He could not go on deceiving her into believing he loved her - love would not be part of his life anymore. Nikita's death had brought him to an acceptance of separateness and the realization he would not love again.



The boat drifted into the harbour and the marina where Michael would tie up the sailboat and return to Katerina's house. He would return to Rhodes and Dr. Leslie's villa in a week or so and being work again. As he drove Katerina's car along the coast, the sun and clouds bounced off the water - for a moment the image of Nikita washed over the sea. Michael shook his head violently - pushing the image away, 'No, no...not again.'
As he pulled the sports car into the garage, he spotted Katerina on the patio waving. She ran down the stairs and threw her arms around his neck. "Michael! I left the conference early...I'm so glad you are here! Come, bring your things, I have some lunch prepared. Are you hungry - tell me about your trip to Rhodes!" She kissed him passionately; he took her hands and removed them. "Katerina, we must talk....I...have something to say to you...."
Katerina pulled Michael into the house. "Not now Michael...I want you to make love to me...this time away from you has been...all I can think about is feeling you, touching you." She laughed. "You must think I'm a sexually frustrated old woman, and maybe I am but I know how I feel...I want you Michael...please come...." She continued pulling Michael into the bedroom.
M: I can't Katerina...not now. We need to talk.
K: Later....later...love me please!

Katerina threw her arms around Michael and kissed his face, neck and mouth, thrusting her tongue deep inside. Michael attempted to pull her off as she pushed her body into his, and reached into the front of his pants. She grasped his manhood and feel to her knees as she opened the pants and pulled them to the floor. Michael moaned as she inserted his penis into her mouth and began sucking and stroking at the same time. He balanced himself and whispered, "No Katerina....this is not fair...to you." She stopped and looked up, "Then come into the bedroom."


Katerina had discarded her robe, as she grasped his manhood, and gently pushed him onto the bed, then placed herself on top. She continued her ministrations and Michael could feel himself beginning to climax. He fought to contain the sensations and grabbed Katerina and flipped her on her back. He stood and removed the remainder of his clothes. She could not take her eyes off Michael's now naked body, his erection reaching up to his abdomen.
She opened her legs and he entered her; both of their bodies pounding against each other. Michael fought the urge to climax as Katerina's washed her over the edge. She thrust her hips upwards as Michael released into her. They were bathed in sweat as Michael lay next to her. Katerina rolled over on top of Michael and begain stroking his manhood again. She laughed, "Michael...I can't get enough of you...you don't know what you do to a woman!"
M: Katerina...this must stop. We need to talk.
K: Talk, talk, talk - that's all I do. I want to feel - feel passion...and with you Michael - I feel love, passion. I've never been this happy before.
M: Please Katerina...no...you must listen....

Michael pushed Katerina off and got up from the bed. He went into the bathroom and returned with a towel wrapped around his waist.
K: Awww..no fair stopping me from looking at you.
M: Please get dressed - we must talk.
Michael scrooped up his clothes and left the room. Katerina watched him leave and sat up. She walked to the bathroom and turned on the shower. Fifteen minutes later she walked into the livingroom where Michael sat, fully clothed. He sipped from a bottle of water.
M: Please have a seat . We need to talk.

Katerina: You're so serious - you're making me frightened Michael. What's this about?

M: Katerina...you are very special to me...you have helped me, saved my life. But I...I must return to my work.
K: Work....you have remembered what your work is now. This is wonderful - what is your work?
M: Government type work - well not for the government but for a man on Rhodes.
K: Doing what?
M: It's better if I don't explain.
K: Michael, you at least owe me an explanation of what you are going to do.
M: Counter-terrorist...sort of like mercenary fighting.
K: What!!
M: That's all I can say.
K: Has this something to do with Dr. Agilo?
M: Part of it - Katerina this is the type of work I did before, only for the government, now I will work for this man on Rhodes.
K: This is dangerous work - right! Oh Michael...why this work..why now?



M: My life is my work Katerina - it's what I know - who I am.
K: If you do this work on Rhodes - you can still be here with me - work from here.....
M: No. I must leave.
K: Leave! No, no - Michael...please....



Katerina jumped up and ran to Michael attempting to place her arms around his neck. He grabbed her hands and pulled them to her sides. "No Katerina! I realize this is difficult but you must understand - I cannot stay here! What happened in the bedroom should not have...I was...it is not fair to you."
K: You wanted it too Michael ......you can't deny that! We are good together and I'm sure if you want to work for this man on Rhodes, we can still be together. I'm not naive enough to think that you love me but we do have something - we communicate, we relate, the sex is wonderful...deny it Michael!
M: Katerina - you are making this very hard.
K: I know - it's this woman who haunts you - what was her name - Nikita. I know I cannot replace her - I never will. We both need each other Michael - stop and think.
M: I must leave and work...I don't want to hurt you...it is not the memory of Nikita...she is dead.
K: You still love her Michael - she is your ghost and that is alright. I will not replace her - you must remember her but I will love and care for you. Every man needs that.

M: Stop analyzing me Katerina - I am not one of your patients.
K: You're right - I'm sorry. But please - let's eat something, drink some wine and talk this through. It's good you want to return to your work but we can still be together.
M: No - I cannot.
K: Don't do this to me Michael! Please!
M: I'm sorry...I am so sorry but it must be. I can...maybe I can return to visit you here but we cannot be together as a couple. I can't live like that.
K: (she start to cry) Oh, God - I knew...I knew better than let myself love you! How can you hurt me like this!
M: I know... I am...I used you...and I hate myself but it would be worse if I stayed and tried to live a lie.
K: Get out! Get out now! You are a sh*t Michael! GET OUT! Admit it - I am too old for you - you want a younger woman...it has nothing to do with your work!
M: There is no younger woman - there is no woman and never will be. You are a wonderful, beautiful woman - please believe that. It is me - I just can't be with you.
K: GET OUT!

Michael headed for the door, grabbed his bag and walked down the road leading away from Katerina's house.

The late afternoon sun was setting as he slowly disappeared into the village. Katerina stood on the patio, watching him disappear; tears streamed down her face. She thought to herself, "Why do I give my heart to men to have them destroy it. Oh please Michael....I love you....come back to me."

Michael took a room in a small pensione in the village. He would take a ferry back to Rhodes in the next few days and begin work with Dr. Leslie. He sat in a cafe overlooking the harbour and thought to himself, 'I hated doing that to Katerina - it is one thing to use a woman when I am a valentine operative but this was different. She looked after me, cared for me - and I used her badly. I am disgusted with my actions.' He ordered a large brandy and drank it down, then ordered another. Michael sat staring out at the sea; once again the shape of the waves and clouds on the water turned into an image of Nikita.

Only this time Michael did not try to shake the image - he stared ahead at the water and as a breeze touched his skin, he could feel her hands on his body - stroking, kneading, caressing. He felt his arousal growing; he rose from the chair and walked towards the sea.

As he reached the beach, he shed his clothes, and went and sat on a rocky outcrop, staring out to the sea.

Two days later Michael stood aboard the ferry to Rhodes.

As the ferry approached the dock, he squinted into the sun to see Dr. Leslie himself, standing by his car. Michael walked down the gangplank and shook hands. Ian Leslie grinned. "Wasn't sure if you would really come back, even though you phoned to confirm. I'm glad you did. Tie up all your loose ends on Mykonos?"
M: Yes - things are all tied up there.
L: Good, then let's head back to the house and get started. I've been following up on your intel. Looks like Agilo has been busy - shipments are being readied as we speak. And Meracles Shipping is involved up to their proverbials. Glad you think Dr. Katerina Meracles isn't involved though - too nice a woman to be wrapped up in this sordid mess.
Michael slid into the passenger seat of the Jaguar; Leslie started the engine and the car roared off to his villa.


Ian Leslie grinned. "Wasn't sure if you would really come back, even though you phoned to confirm. I'm glad you did. Tie up all your loose ends on Mykonos?"
M: Yes - things are all tied up there.
L: Good, then let's head back to the house and get started. I've been following up on your intel. Looks like Agilo has been busy - shipments are being readied as we speak. And Meracles Shipping is involved up to their proverbials. Glad you think Dr. Katerina Meracles isn't involved though - too nice a woman to be wrapped up in this sordid mess.
Michael slid into the passenger seat of the Jaguar; Leslie started the engine and the car roared off to his villa.

Nikita and Helmet arrived back on Ibiza after a stopover in Madrid. Helmet had wanted to check on some recent intel about Dr. Agilo but the source had not shown.

As they drove along the coast to his villa, Nikita broke the silence. "I can help with tracking Agilo's movements - if you want."
H: Certainly ... give you something to do. Are you seeing the doctor this week?
N: Yes, I have an appointment but not till next week. I'm finally starting to show, my clothes are getting very tight fitting.
H: (smiling) Well you look wonderful as always, can't say I noticed any extra weight. You're too thin anyway Nikita.
N: (feeling her abdomen) Not in this department. (She took his hand from the wheel and placed it on her stomach.) See!
Helmet flinched as she used his hand to stroke her stomach. He pulled away. "Please...don't....I...."
N: Sorry..I know this is going to be hard...and if you want me to leave - I will. It's a lot to ask of you Helmet, I know. I can go back to London and....
H: No, no...it's jut...touching you is hard for me and...well, when we get to the villa, I'll have Smith make up a special room for you.
N: Thank you.


They drove in silence until the car pulled up in front of the villa. Smith came out and removed their luggage. Helmet gave instructions regarding Nikita's room, then he quickly made his way to the communications room.
Nikita began unpacking her clothes. When she had finished, she walked out onto the bedroom patio that overlooked the sea. She sat; a sea breeze brushed her hair. Gulls cried overhead; she stroked her stomach. 'You two little ones are starting to let me know you're around. When I see the doctor next week, I'll have a test to see whether you're boys or girls. Michael would like one of each I think...so let's make daddy happy, huh. One boy and one girl...should I think of names yet? Maybe not...wait until daddy comes back to help with that.'
Nikita closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep.

She felt Michael's presence around her; his hands were touching her face, her breasts - his hands slid down to her abdomen. He stroked the lump that were his children. She felt his kisses brush her stomach and move lower to her aching womanhood. Michael's mouth kissed her bud and his tongue began plunging into her aching body. Nikita pushed upwards as he continued to explore her depths. Soon her body was washed over the edge as her climax released throughout her being.
Nikita awoke and looked around. The sun had moved to the west of the building and she sat in shadow, chilled and shivering. She rose, returning to the bedroom where she lay on the bed.

Tears filled her eyes as she reached over and grabbed the photograph of Michael from the bedside table. She held the cold glass frame to her stomach. "Michael...please find me soon...I can't do this without you. The months ahead will be unbearable for me....I need your help....please....."

Michael joined Dr. Leslie and McTavish on the patio as Jones was serving breakfast.
Leslie: Mr. Samuelle - or may I call you Michael....
M: Michael is fine.
L: Michael - please make my home - yours. Anything you want, ask Jones. You will have full access to the comm., if you need a vehicle, the garage has four cars to choose from. We have discussed your salary which will be deposited in the Swiss bank account. I will reply on your expertise to direct the upcoming mission and you will be team leader.
M: Will I choose my own team?
L: Well...up to a point. You will meet the other people who work here - some have field experience, some not. I will want Stewart to work with you though.
McT: I'm looking forward to following your lead Michael!

M: You can call me Mr. Samuelle.
McTavish looked at his uncle - Dr. Leslie smiled and turned his head.
McT: Ah, right....sure....Mr. Samuelle.
L: After breakfast, we will spend the balance of the day going over the parameters - anything you want to change Michael - will be your decision.
M: Fine.
L: Stewart you can finish your coffee then drive into town to pick up that package I mentioned.
McT: Yes, I'll take the Ferrari.
L: No - take the Jeep.
McT: ....but....
L: ....the jeep! Now go!
McTavish got up, not having finished his coffee and left. Dr. Leslie rose and walked to the edge of the patio and looked out to the sea. "Michael...my nephew is the only family I have. His parents were killed in an auto accident. I've tried to teach him the business and do believe he will some day be a good operative. He is young, only 22 and thinks he knows everything. I must ask you to teach him - be hard...make him work. I understand you have trained young operatives before.
M: Yes.
L: Just because he is my nephew - no special treatment. If he is to survive - he must learn.
M: I have not seen your profile for the mission but it may not be wise to put him out there yet - he may not be ready.
L: Could be but let me show you the file of missions and accomplishments he has made. However, if you feel his is not suitable - the decision is yours.
M: Shall we go to comm. - and I will look at his file.
L: One thing the file does not show - and that his is....ah, shall we say fascination with women. That's why he's such a good valentine operative.
M: Let me read the file.

Michael and Dr. Leslie rose and entered comm. Michael sat at a computer terminal and read the file on Stewart McTavish and then the profile for this mission. Leslie walked over to a table containing tea. "Would you like some tea Michael?"


M: No thank you. I've read the profile - it looks solid but I don't see any need for two operatives to infiltrate Meracles Shipping.
L: Ah yes. I guess that's where the training component comes in. You've read the file on Stewart?
M: Yes. He shows potential.
L: Michael....that's why I want him to go with you - to learn. He is at a critical point in his education now - he needs field tactics - you can teach him.
M: If he doesn't perform - it could compromise the mission.
L: I ask, not as your employer, but as....well, he is the closest thing to a son I have. If you had children.....oh, you probably don't understand....
M: I did have a son.
L: What!
M: I do not know where he is anymore - he was taken from me.
L: I'm sorry. But then, you might understand what I'm talking about.
M: My son was very young.
L: Look - take Stewart to Athens on a reconnaissance, if he doesn't perform up to standard - then he's out.
M: Fine. We should leave day after tomorrow, and reach Athens when Meracles Shipping is on half-day work schedule.
L: Excellent.

Stewart McTavish walked into comm, handing his uncle the package he had retrieved in town. "These the special tracking implant parts you were waiting for?"
L: (taking the package) Yes.... you work with Michael and go over the upcoming mission. I'll take these to Albert.



Dr. Leslie left comm. Michael continued working on the computer as McTavish stood nearby. "So, guess the old man is finally going to let me out in the real world of spies." He laughed. Michael stopped working, rose and walked over to McTavish. "You uncle is an extremely intelligent man. The work he has done in the past is unsurpassed in the intelligence community. Don't berate him."



McT: Hey, don't get me wrong Michael....ah, Mr. Samuelle. The old boy's great - just a little behind the times. So whatta we doing in Athens?
M: It will be reconnaissance - intitial infiltration.
McT: Wooooo.....love infiltrating....guess my job will be infiltrating the ladies! Don't know if the ol' man, ah...uncle let you read my file...but I can extract anything from a woman...and get laid every time!
M: That will not be your job this time.
McT: Whatever you say....so you have a woman somewhere....gotta tell you staying up her at the villa kinda gets a guy....well going nuts. If you want to get some - try in the village. I can introduce you to some.....ah, experienced ladies. Woooo....can they show you a thing or two....beats running on the beach every morning. (He laughed)



Michael grabbed McTavish by the shirt and shoved him against the wall. He glared into his face, "Look - if you are going to work with me - you will do everything I say, you will not 'get off' with any women, in fact you will not even speak until spoken to. You understand! I suggest you start running on the beach - in fact - 5am tomorrow morning - you and I. We will do a 10km run and undertake a full karate workout - understand!
McT: Ahhhhh...yeh...sure thing mate.
Later that afternoon, Michael changed his clothes and returned to the beach. He had left a message for Dr. Leslie he would join him for dinner and update the mission profile then. Michael again wore only shorts as he raced through the sand and into the water; only this time he dove in and swam from shore. He pulled himself through the surf for ten minutes, then stopped to tread water. He squinted into the sun back towards shore, then slowly began swimming on his back.


He stared up at the sky and clouds - yet again, her image appeared. 'No Nikita....please....the young scot was correct. No amount of running on the beach or exhausting myself will stop you from haunting me. No other woman in my bed - nothing will drive you from my mind. I surrender to you - you possess me..........'
Michael started swimming to shore and upon reaching the beach, commenced running back to the villa.
The following morning, McTavish and Michael were seen running along the same beach at 5am and when he joined Dr. Leslie at 7am for breakfast, Stewart McTavish collapsed into his chair.
Leslie: Good morning Stewart - you were up early.
McT: Got that right - I can barely walk. This bloke's got me running - then doing karate exercises for another hour. If this is how one gets rid of sexual frustrations - to hell with it!
L: (laughing) I'm sure it's part of your training - and I approve.



Just then Michael joined them, having showered and carrying his bags. He glared at McTavish, "You are not ready to leave. Go shower, dress, and grab your toothbrush - we'll leave in half and hour."
McT: What! I haven't eaten yet.
M: Too bad - now move.
McTavish rose from the table and exited. Dr. Leslie started laughing. "Excellent - an excellent start. So, you have the jet readied I trust."
M: Yes. Do you want it returned immediately or can the pilot remain on stand-by.
L: Your call. I don't need it. Oh...just some recent information. Had a call from a colleague on Ibiza - seems he's had some intel about Agilo. A friend of his sat next to Agilo on a flight from Athens to Madrid and Agilo let slip some information about using the Basque separatists.
M: Why would Agilo let that information out?
L: Aparently he was trying to impress my colleague's lady friend - fancied himself a lady's man, I guess. Anyway, after your trip to Athens - maybe you should check out possible leads in Spain.
M: Was that all the lady got from Agilo - just some connection with the Basques?
L: Yes, too bad but I suppose she had no suspicions about him. She might have had her mind on other issues.
M: Like what?
L: Ah....well....she's pregnant with another man's child and my colleague and her are having a few difficulties.....anyway...we should consider a trip to Spain.
M: Yes - we'll see what happens in Athens - if we get leads from the shipping company, the trip to Spain may not be required.
L: Your call.
M: Good. I'll contact you when we arrive in Athens - I'll collect the required equipment and meet McTavish at the car....oh, - the jeep.
L: Yes. (he laughed) The jeep - good luck Michael.
M: Thank you.

Helmet escorted the two CIA men out the front door and returned to the den. Nikita was laughing.


"Helmet...I thought you were going to burst a gasket!"
H: You were very convincing - you should have been an actress Nikita.
N: Most fun I've had in weeks. But just how did they track me here?
H: Centre and the CIA work closely - Centre must have leaked the intel.
N: My father stops at nothing. But those two were idiots - what kind of interrogation was that anyway? They had me cold with that photograph. That was me in London with that Canadian actor who looked like Michael - what was his name? Roy something.... anyway, they didn't even pursue it!
H: I think you were too convincing - men hate hearing women complain about babies and pregnancy.
N: How do you know that?
H: Trust me, I know.
N: (smiling) Sorry Helmet - guess I'm being a total pain. This is very hard on you, I know. I'm sorry.
H: It's fine. I'm just...well...you should maybe be doing more things to occupy your time. You work a little with Walter and that's great but....well...I think you've been getting depressed lately. Why not consider giving Dr. Meracles a call.
N: I tried her a month ago. There was no answer and she didn't call back to my message.
H: Try her again. She seemed to help you with things before..maybe try again.
N: Fine. I'll go try now - from my room.
Helmet started to walk over to Nikita but stopped; he smiled, "Great...I'll be in my study if you need anything."
Nikita returned to her room and laid on the bed; punching in Katerina Meracles' number on her cell phone. The phone rang over and over, then a voice on the other end.
"Hello"
Nikita jumped at the sound of the voice.

N: Oh, hello, is this Dr. Meracles?
K: Yes.
N: Oh, doctor...I don't know if you remember me - my name is...ah, Josephine Jones - I'm a friend of Helmet Volker.
K: Yes, I remember you.
N: I've been trying to get hold of you but...well...you didn't answer so....
K: I've been away...and...well...otherwise detained.
N: Oh yes...ahhh...I was wondering if we could meet and talk again. I would come to Greece, only I'm kind of very pregnant now...with twins if you remember...so I was wondering if you could travel to Ibiza so we could meet. All your expenses and fee will be covered.
K: Ah,.. ...I'm not sure. You see I've not been feeling well lately...I don't think I can advise you or help with what's troubling you.
N: Oh - I see. Look, if the problem is coming here...I could get Helmet's private jet to bring me to...well your place on Mykonos. Look Katerina...may I call you by your first name...I felt we connected when we met in Athens...you really helped me.....if only I could spend some time talking again - you could help me see my way to...oh, I don't know...please Katerina...please see me.
A silence between the two women was broken when Katerina spoke softly, "Very well Josephine...maybe I can help someone - I mean...help you. Give me the directions to where you are staying and your phone number - I'll fly to Madrid at the end of the week.
N: Thank you...thank you so much. Call me when you reach Madrid and I'll have Helmet's plane bring you to Ibiza. And...Katerina....thank you so much.
K: Fine. I guess your pregnancy is progressing...are you well?
N: Physically I'm okay...getting big as a whale...I found out I'm having a boy and girl. Something Micha......something Jacques would be very pleased about...he loves children.
K: Yes...well...I'll call from Madrid next Friday...see you then.
N: Thank you Katerina. Goodbye.
K: Goodbye.

After hanging up the phone, Nikita went downstairs into Helmet's study. He was busy working at the computer.

When she entered the room, he looked up and smiled, "Any luck contacting Dr. Meracles?"
N: Yes, she's coming at the end of the week. Can you arrange to fly her here from Madrid?"
H: Of course. Oh, remember that surprise I told you about when we were sailing.
N: We had a few surprises on that trip Helmet.
H: Ah, well.....yes...but the car I promised you - want to see it. I had Walter collect the vehicle, it's out on the driveway.
N: You didn't have to buy me a car.
H: I know you miss the Porsche you had...so - come - let's go for a ride.



Helmet and Nikita entered the large garage and looked out to the driveway at a bright yellow BMW sports car. Nikita smiled, "The car is lovely but I don't think I'll be able to fit in the seat right now."
H: What? Oh - I see what you mean...yes...well after the babies are born.
Nikita pulled Helmet by the arm and giggled, "Bend over so I can kiss you." She kissed his cheek, "Thank you so much...I don't deserve any of this...not the way I treat you or...."
H: Stop talking like that..I want to look after you...or...ah..be there for you.
Just then Smith entered the garage, "Sir, ma'am, there is a telephone call for Miss Jones.
N: I guess that must be me - Miss Jones.
Nikita returned with Helmet to his study and picked up the phone. "Hello - oh, Katerina...is there anything wrong, we just....I see...well if you can't come for three weeks...okay, three weeks then. Goodbye." She hung up the phone.
H: What's wrong?"
N: She isn't feeling well...and now won't be arriving for three weeks. Strange - something is different with her - she seems...well - sad.
H: If she isn't arriving for a few weeks, why not accompany me to Madrid. I have some business there but you could shop, we could attend a concert and I know of this wonderful restaurant.
N: I don't know Helmet....I...
H: Are you going to sit around here for three weeks waiting for Dr. Meracles?
N: No...I just don't think I'm up to a trip now.
H: Very well...your decision - but it would occupy the time.
N: Yes - you're right of course. Okay - when are you planning on going?
H: Tomorrow morning - if you feel ready.
N: Yes - tomorrow - fine.

The next morning Helmet and Nikita flew on his jet to Madrid. Once there, they settled into their hotel room. Helmet set up his laptop and communications with his villa on Ibiza.
H: I have a few hours work on the covert identification list but when I'm done, we can have lunch and then go shopping if you like.
N: If you don't mind, I'd like to just go walking in the square by myself.
H: Are you sure....will you be okay?
N: Stop babying me Helmet - I'll be fine. I'll return this afternoon, then we can have an early dinner and go to the baroque concert you want to hear.
H: (frowning) Very well...but take your mobile phone.
N: Yes...dear!
Nikita smiled as she left the room.



Once outside, she headed for the Plaza de la Provincia. She enjoyed the sun and the feel of being a simple tourist. After walking for half an hour, she sat to rest in the square. 'Hummm, these babies better arrive soon, I'm exhausted packing them around like this.'
A man dressed in casual clothes walked by Nikita. He had a young girl with him, dressed in baggy pants and a oversized teeshirt.
N: (removing her sunglasses) Oh my god - Gray! Gray - it's you!


Gray: Nikita!
N: What are you doing here in Madrid!
G: I'm giving a presentation at the Madrid architectural conference. Oh, you remember Casey.
N: Hi Casey, you probably don't remember me - you were a very little girl when I saw you last. My name's Nikita.
C: I remember you - well maybe not totally. But I remember what you did to my dad.
G: Casey, that's enough.
C: No dad - I remember Nikita and the pictures you had of her and how you got sick after she left. I may have been a little kid, but I remember. And the years I was growing up, you still talked about her. (she glared at Nikita) Why did you do that to my dad!
N: Oh Casey, I'm so sorry - that was a long time ago and....well....
G: Casey - I said that was enough! Look why don't you go over to that stand and buy us some drinks; here take this money.
Casey grabbed the money and walked to the juice stand.
G: I'm sorry Nikita....she's twelve, going on eighteen.
N: She's very beautiful Gray.
G: Yes, she is.
N: I'm so sorry about the things I said to you....at that time in my life....it just couldn't have worked.
G: That's okay - you're right - it was a long time ago. But hey, look at you - you're about to have a child of your own!
Nikita smiled, "Yes, twins as a matter of fact."
G: Twins! Oh my goodness! That's wonderful Nikita. What are you doing in Madrid?
N: Ahhhhh....I'm here on some business.
G: With your husband?
N: Ah, yes - my partner.
G: I'm so glad things worked out for you....I mean having a family and all. Ah, the short time you spent with Casey....well you seemed very devoted to children.
N: Yes, well....ah, Gray, I'm sorry about that time.
G: You don't have to explain. Look, maybe we could get together - you and your partner - Casey and I - maybe we could have dinner.
N: Sure....I'll see what his schedule is and...where are you staying?
G: At the Pensione El Casprione - here, let my write down the number.
Casey returned with the drinks, "Here dad." She glared at Nikita, "I didn't know what you wanted so didn't get you one."



N: That's okay Casey, I've got to be going anyway. It was wonderful seeing you both again.
G: Hey, me too. Make sure to call so we can all have dinner together. I'd....ah, ....look forward to meeting your...ah, partner.
N: Hopefully - I'll see. Bye Casey.
C: Bye.
Nikita walked away through the square. Gray's eyes followed her until she disappeared into a crowd of tourists at the end of the square. Casey looked up at her father, "Dad...."
G: Yes.
C: You still love her don't you?
G: No - of course not.
C: Girls can tell these things, you know.
G: Oh they can, can they. (he smiled)
C: Do we really have to go to dinner with her....I don't want to. And I hope she has really bratty kids...ones that scream all the time and make her miserable.
G: Come on, let's return to the pensione - I have to work on my presention.

When Nikita returned to the hotel, she found Helmet had left a note stating he had a meeting set up with the ambassador of Kazakhstan and didn't know what time he would return. There were apologies for not being able to have dinner and go to the concert, but tomorrow night - they could make plans.
Nikita pulled out the scrap of paper containing the number for Gray's pensione. She dialed and heard his voice answer.



N: Gray...it's Nikita. So you still want to go for dinner? My partner is working so....ah, we could go...just the three of us...if you want.
G: Wonderful! I know of an excellent restaurant - the El Escorial. Why not take a taxi - we'll meet you there in...oh, say two hours.
N: Sounds perfect. What's the restaurant called again?
G: El Escorial. Your hotel should know of it.
N: See you there.
G: Oh, and Nikita...it's great seeing you again.
N: Me too. Bye for now.

Nikita sat opposite Casey and next to Gray in the restaurant. Gray smiled at Nikita, "Sorry you can't drink wine....you used to love it."
N: Yes, I used to love a lot of things.
Casey: (under her breath) Don't we know it.
G: You say something Casey?
C: No!
N: So Casey, what school are you attending...oh, and where are you both living now?
G: Casey is at Heathroad, it's a private school in Massachusetts. I have my own firm in Lowell.
N: Wonderful...and of course you are a big success!
G: Things are going alright.
Casey: Now there are!
G: Casey, you and I made an agreement about tonight - remember. No more smart remarks!
C: Whatever.
N: Casey, you have every right to not like me - I respect that - but I think your father and I have an understanding about what happened back then.



C: Dad, I don't want to eat anything - can I go back to our hotel?
G: No - now stop acting like a little kid and eat this wonderful meal.
N: Gray, maybe this wasn't a very good idea.
G: Yes it is. Now I'm going to take Casey back to the pensione - it's only five minutes away - then return so you and I can enjoy our dinner.
N: Ah....please don't...we can do this some other time.
G: No. Come on Casey. Nikita - I'll be back in ten minutes. (he smiled) Now - no sneaking my wine while I'm gone.

Fifteen minutes later Gray returned to the restaurant.



He stood behind Nikita and whispered, "I am sorry about her attitude...it's that teenage, puberty thing I guess."
N: It's my fault. I didn't realize how it...well our splitting up must have affected her.
Gray returned to his seat.
G: It's her age Nikita. Being a single parent is tough. I should have re-married so Casey could have had a woman as a parent too - I think girls need a female role model. Anyway, she's watching movies in the room now. But tell me about your partner and....well, when are you due...do you know if they're boys or girls?
N: One boy - one girl.
G: You look radiant Nikita. You are glowing.
N: Right. To tell the truth, I'll be glad when they pop out. Carrying all this around is.....
G: .....a bundle.
N: (laughing) Yes, that too but I was going to say - drag.
G: What does your partner do?
N: He....ah...well to be perfectly honest, he's not really my partner. He's a good friend I'm staying with until I give birth.
G: Oh....I...but they're his children.....
N: No.
G: I'm asking too many questions...it's none of my business.



N: The children's father is missing - I'm trying to locate him. I can't go into details.
G: Will you stay with....
N: ...Helmet.....
G: ...stay with Helmet after the babies are born?
N: No - I'm not sure where I will go to live.
G: (smiling and drinking the remainder of his wine) Well then - you can come and stay with Casey and me.
N: Oh right - I can see Casey's face. Oh by the way Casey, Nikita and her two babies are coming to live with us.
G: Nikita...I'm serious. If you need a place....
N: ....Gray...no...something will come up.
G: You know when I saw you today in the square...I couldn't believe it. You are so beautiful - just as I remember you.
N: (joking) Only a lot bigger, right.
G: Your pregnancy only makes you more beautiful.
N: Gray...the wine is talking...you...

G: Casey is right - I never stopped loving you. I never will. You must have had good reasons for leaving me before but now...this could be a second chance. You could come to Massachusetts. We could be a proper family.
N: Wow Gray! Where is this coming from....
G: I still love you Nikita...please think about this. We could be a family.
N: You don't understand...I am still looking for the father of the children...I....I love him Gray...people keep telling me he is dead but I know different. He is out there somewhere.
G: I see.
N: Oh, this is not what I wanted to happen...all I seem to do is hurt you. You are a wonderful man Gray...but I can't....
G: No more. Stop...just don't reject the idea. If things don't work out...please remember - you have a home with me and Casey.
Nikita took his hand, "Thank you Gray. Thank you so much."

The next day after Michael had arrived on Rhodes, he arose early and went for a run along the beach. He left his jogging shoes behind and wore only shorts.


He ran through the water and then up onto the sand; pushing himself harder and harder. When Michael reached the area where the beach narrowed to a rocky section, he stopped, bent over and breathed deeply. He then undertook a series of martial arts movements, combined with Tai Chi. Once he finished this he turned and retraced his run back to Leslie's villa.
Dr. Leslie stood on the patio with a young man, watching as Michael ran up to the villa. The young man grinned, "Looks like this bloke's running off some sexual tension."
Dr. Leslie smiled, "Yes you could be right. But that's not yours or my concern. This man is one of the best operatives out there - we are lucky he has decided to join us. Come - I'll introduce you."
Michael entered the villa as Dr. Leslie and the young man approached him.
Leslie: Michael Samuelle - good morning - trust you had a good run.
M: Yes.
L: Let me introduce you to my nephew, Stewart McTavish. He will be working with us on the upcoming mission.
M: You are profiling a mission already?
L: Yes...your intel and my diligence on the research has got us to the point where we need to undertake a mission.



M: Let me shower and I will join you.
L: Excellent. Join Stewart and I for breakfast on the patio - we will discuss the mission as I see it but your input is most welcome. My days in the field were....ah, should we say, some time ago so you may have an alternative profile.
McT: 'Bout time uncle had some up-to-date field op to compliment his business. Myself - I may look young but have my specialties. (he grinned)
L: Ah yes, Stewart's strong points are....well shall we say...extracting information from females.
McT: The ladies can't get enough of me - must be my good looks! (he laughed)
Michael nodded, "Excuse me - I'll shower and join you in a few minutes."
As Michael left, McTavish started laughing, "Oops, hope I didn't insult him - maybe he fancies himself as a ladies man."
L: I doubt you have insulted him Stewart but get this straight - if you want to work on this mission - Mr. Samuelle will be the team leader. You will obey him and no nonsense. I'm warning you - no more special privileges because you are family - got it!
McT: Got it!



Michael and McTavish arrived in Athens and went directly to their hotel. Michael gave McTavish orders to prepare for ingress to the Meracles Shipping company that evening.
Michael busily set up the communications laptop in his room, and when McTavish did not arrive, he called him on his cell.
"I want you here now," stated Michael.
McT: Yeh, sure mate. I'm just settling into my room. Hey, yours as great as mine?
M: Here - now!
Michael turned off his cell and thought, 'Dealing with this young operative is a distraction I don't need right now.'
McTavish knocked on Michael's door. He opened it and motioned McTavish to the desk with the laptop. "Comm is set up - make contact and confirm field recon."
McT: Gotcha mate.
McTavish typed in various codes and then spoke into the head piece, "This is 007 here....come in......"
Michael immediately looked up from the secondary computer, "What did you just say?"
McT: Like that! Cool, right! That's my codename - 007. Hang on - Birkanne's speaking - you wanna talk to her?



Michael got up and grabbed the headset. "This is field recon - who is this? Fine - prepare for six hour reports - now get Dr. Leslie."
McT: We should have a code name for this mission - like helix or something.
M: Leslie - Michael - I want 24 hour coverage on this connection. Correct. Out.
Michael switched off the computer and grabbed McTavish by his jacket and threw him onto a chair. "Look - mate....you start taking this mission seriously or you'll be heading back to uncle Leslie - got it!"
McT: Yeh, like I said before - I'm cool. What do you want me to do?
M: Intel shows that a security man for Meracles Shipping drinks in the bar at this hotel every night. His picture is in the file - get it and go to the bar, find out his schedule and anything else about building security. Now go.
McT: Certainaly - right - going now.

McTavish left the room and made his way back to him room before heading to the bar. Michael picked up a sym disc and loaded it into the computer. He sat studying the entry points into the offices of the shipping company.
McTavish had changed into a dark blue Armani suit with off white mock t-neck. He had also quickly sprayed on hair mouse and slapped on cologne. As he stood in the entrance of the exclusive bar, he surveyed his surroundings. The security man was nowhere in sight but sitting at the bar, an auburn haired woman wearing a sleeveless shirt and long skirt, sat sipping a Heinekin beer. McTavish walked over and sat on the bar stool next to her; he smiled, "Hello - you have a beautiful tan - really compliments your auburn hair. I love short hair on women - too many ladies think that long hair is sexy but what they don't know is men prefer short hair on women."
Woman: I give you a four out of ten for that pick-up line. Now if you don't mind - I'd prefer to drink my beer alone.
McT: Wooooooo...that's not very friendly. My name is Stewart - what's yours?
Woman: Not interested.
McT: Which name is your first one - interested or not?
Woman: Look, I don't want to be rude - but please push off.
McT: You sound American - that correct?
Woman: No.
McT: Okay, you're not English, American....hummm, let me think?
Woman: Don't strain yourself.
McT: I'm Scottish case you couldn't tell. I don't live in Scotland anymore - I live at my villa on Rhodes.
W: When do you return there?
McT: I have some business here in Athens. What do you do - for a living that is?
W: Try to avoid contact with men like you.
McT: Ohhhhhh....I so love that in a woman - a challenge. Very well, you won't tell me what you do - want to know what my business is?
W: No.
McT: I'm going to tell you anyway. I'm a secret agent.
W: Of course you are. You look like a vacuum salesman.
McT: A what? Oh, yes...a Hoover salesman - good one. No really I am an undercover agent.
W: Look - I don't want to be rude - but you are starting to irritate me - please leave.
McT: The more you brush me off, the harder I try. Women who play hard to get are...how should I say - the ones wanting.....
W: You better stop there...before you wear this bottle of beer.

Just then McTavish heard Michael calling him on his comm set. "Oh, excuse me one minute." He got up and walked to the end of the bar. "No, he's not here yet...right I'll stay and wait." McTavish returned to the stool next to the woman. "Look I think we got off to a bad start, I'm sorry. My name is Stewart McTavish - can we start again?"
W: I think you blew it.
McT: Can we just talk, perhaps have a drink - that's all.
W: What the hell - sure get me another beer. I've got nothing better to do until 10pm.
McT: What happens at 10pm?
W: I have to file a story.
McT: Oh are you a journalist?
W: Yes. There you happy, you got that out of me.
McT: Newspaper or television?
W: Print - a news magazine in the states.
McT: But you're not American.
W: No - I'm Canadian. Now you got something else from me.
McT: You know my name - what's yours?
W: Pushy, aren't you. Okay - this is the last one - my name's Dana Delacourt.

McTavish extended his hand, "How do you do Dana Delacourt. What I said about short hair and my being a secret agent is true."
D: Sure it is - so you waiting to meet another spy?
McT: No spy - a mark.
D: (laughing) I bet you have a code name too.
McT: Yes - it's 007.
D: Yes - 007's grandson, I presume.
McT: I can't tell you anymore. So what story you working on?
D: Top secret.
McT: Oh come on - you can tell me.
D: International intrigue - the stuff that sells lots of magazines.
McT: You are so beautiful. Would you like to have breakfast with me?
D: Breakfast?
McT: Yes - either in your room or mine.
D: (laughs) Look Stewart - you are a cute guy with a good line but....welll, you're a little young for me.
McT: What! Age means nothing - if we make each other happy.
D: (starting to leave) Sorry - I'm not into one night stands - tempting as they might be.

Suddenly Michael was speaking on McTavish's comm set again. "Oh, ah, excuse me a minute...it's the boss spy talking to me."
D: (laughing) Oh yes...by all means, don't let me interrupt you.
McTavish turned quickly towards the entrance to see the security mark enter the bar. "I'm on it - he's here now." The Meracles security officer went and sat at a table as a waiter brought him a beer with a shooter chaser.
McT: Ah, Dana....I have to go to work now but can I meet you later?
D: Don't think so 007. I'm just going to finish my drink and then get some sleep.
McT: I can help with that.

 

Michael entered the bar and strode up behind McTavish. "Excuse me but your date has arrived - he's waiting for you."
McTavish wheeled around, staring straight into Michael's face. "Ah, oh.....yeh....."
He strolled over to the security officer and feigned dropping his keys at the man's feet. "Oh sorry mate...always losing my keys." The security officer grinned at McTavish. "No problem - join me for a drink?"
McT: (smiling) Yes, don't mind if I do.

Dana Delacourt sat watching the scene play out before her, then looked up at Michael. "Are you a friend of Stewart's?"
M: Not in the way you may be inferring. Sorry if he was bothering you. He likes to practice on women before making his big move on his main target.
Dana: He's pretty good with the bull. Had me fooled - I didn't think he was gay.
M: Yes, well....sorry he bothered you.
Michael started to leave as Dana spoke, "So....are you gay too?"
M: No.
D: I didn't think so. Join me for a drink?
M: Thank you but no - I have work to do.
D: You going to leave a girl drinking by herself?



M: (pausing) Sorry...I don't mean to be unpolite.
D: (extending her hand) My name is Dana Delacourt. I'm a journalist for News Week.
M: (taking her hand) How do you do - I'm Michael.
D: Michael what?
M: Just Michael. Would you like a cognac or brandy?
D: Yes...please. So are you a spy too like your associate?
M: Not really - we are both pharmaceutical representatives.
D: He spins quite a line. (she could not take her eyes off Michael's face as he sat on the stool next to her.)
M: Yes, he is young with an overactive imagination. So tell me - what story are you pursuing here in Athens?
D: (smiling) You sure you're not really a reporter?
M: Me - never - if you can't talk about your work - I apologize for my impertinence.
D: No - it's just a journalist has to be careful sometimes. I'm trying to follow up some leads on a bio-chemical weapons story.
M: Really - sounds fascinating.

Dana Delacourt felt Michael's closeness at her side; a slight hint of musk aftershave filled her nostrils. She felt a strange magnetism towards this man as she watched Michael turn and look in the direction of McTavish with the security officer.
D: Are you worried about him or something?
M: No - not at all; it's just he gets a little zealous sometimes. Will you excuse me for a minute?
D: Sure.

Michael walked over to their table and slapped McTavish on the shoulder, taking him by surprise. He leaned over and whispered into McTavish's ear loud enough for the security man to hear. "Now you devil - don't forget - you and I have a date this evening." He looked up and smiled at the man, "Has my friend been telling you tales?"
McTavish frowned, "I was just finishing up...I'll see you in a few minutes."

Michael returned to the bar, picked up his cognac and finished it off. "You will have to excuse me - my colleague has got himself into a situation and needs to be extricated. Very nice to meet you. Good luck with your story."
Michael took her hand, kissed it, smiled and returned to the table as McTavish was getting up to leave.

Dana Delacourt watched Michael walk across the room and leave the bar; her eyes riveted to his body. She turned and downed the remainder of her drink. 'Oh, why are the wonderful ones always gay.'


Michael drove the BMW to the office building containing Meracles Shipping. McTavish sat beside him, loading and unloading the clip from his glock.
M: Stop playing with that gun.
McT: You know I didn't appreciate you telling that woman I was gay. I was making inroads into her bed and you popped up just when I was......
M: You are on a mission to secure intel...not to seduce women...get ready, here's the building.

Michael pulled the car into a narrow side street and the two men quickly made their way to a rear entrance. McTavish looked nervously up and down the street, "That security bloke could be back anytime."
M: I doubt it - he's waiting for you in your room.
McT: What!
M: Good work at distracting him, now insert the access card you got from him.
McT: I use those tactics on women much better. Achhhh....to think I had to touch....
M: Go.

The two entered the building and made their way towards the Meracles offices. Michael disarmed the surveillance system and they stole into the main computer room. "Watch the door while I try a back trace on their shipping files."
Michael worked over the computer as McTavish paced the room. "Why is it taking so long?"

M: Their system is protected with a superior firewall and advanced digital sensor system. Very sophisticated for a shipping company - too sophisticated. They are hiding something.
McT: So - what are you saying?
M: I can't access the intel we need.
McT: Ridiculous - it should be a simple shipping manifest. Maybe uncle's intel about the bio-chem weapons being shipped by this company are false.
M: The intel is solid.....this is a singularity.
McT: A what?
M: We can't access the shipping date for the weapons....any data for that matter.
McT: This is crap - now what?
M: (shutting off the computer) We leave.
McT: But we didn't find out anything.
M: Come - we'll return to the hotel. If we can have a transponder sent to us, we'll return and attach it inside their computer to forward data back to Rhodes and the mainframe there.
McT: I knew I shouldn't have skipped so many computer classes.

Michael and McTavish walked through the lobby of their hotel and as they strolled by the bar, McTavish peeked in to see if Dana Delancourt was still there. She was not. He walked over to the front desk clerk, "Yes mate, maybe you can help me. I was suppose to meet Ms. Delancourt in her room but I forgot the room number."
The desk clerk smiled, "I'm sorry sir, I can't give out that information."
Michael stood at the elevator and motioned for McTavish to join him.
McT: (walking to the elevator) I have to explain to her I'm not gay - if this gets out......
M: Don't worry, it's not that news worthy and event. Let's go to your room - I have a plan to put your infiltration techniques to work.
McT: Oh, no! Not another man....I can't do this...and what about the security guy being in my room....
M: Wait till we reach your room...oh, he's not there anymore - don't worry.



McTavish looked puzzled and shook his head as they arrived at his room. They entered the room which was far more lavish than Michael's. "How do you like this suite - fab huh!"
M: (ignoring the remark) Sit. I have background information on Vassilis Meracles, the owner of the shipping company. He has a girlfriend who lives with him at his villa here in Athens. We'll arrange for you to meet and get to know her.
McT: Yes! This sounds more like it!
M: Form an attachment and try to gain access to his personal files within the villa.
McT: What makes you think the information we're after is stored at the villa?
M: We don't know - that's your job to find out while I obtain a transponder to attach to the main office computer.
McT: So - what do we know about Meracles?
M: Not much - he had a beautiful wife who is a doctor - he left her for the girlfriend.
McT: Do we have a picture of the girlfriend and Meracles?
M: I'll have Birkanne send it immediately. Now - get some sleep, you have a busy day tomorrow.
McT: I have trouble sleeping if I don't....ah, well...you know...get laid.



M: (glaring at McTavish) Deal with it - just don't leave your room!
Michael turned and started for the door, "Tomorrow morning - breakfast - 7am - downstairs cafe."
He slammed the door behind him.

The next day, McTavish drove up to Vassilias Meracles villa on the outskirts of Athens. He parked the van and walked to the front door, knocking loudly. A maid opened the door.
"Hello, I'm the pool man - come to clean the pool. The lady of the house home?"
The maid ushered him in and told him to wait in the entranceway. Within minutes a redheaded woman in her mid-twenties appeared. "We didn't request the pool to be cleaned today."
McTavish grinned, "Well, we're a new company and are offering free cleaning services."
The woman shrugged, "Very well, Mr. Meracles is not here right now but I am sure it will be okay."
"Would you like to show me to the pool, ma'am," questioned McTavish.
The woman eyed McTavish who was dressed in a dark blue teeshirt and tight white trousers. "Yes, I suppose I could show you - this way."



During the next hour, McTavish worked on cleaning the pool as the redhead sat and watched.
McT: (removing his shirt) Wooo, it's getting warm.
The woman eyed his glistening chest, "Yes, I see that. Can I get you a drink of something?"
"You are very kind...and, ah, excuse my impertinence...but very beautiful too."
The woman blushed, "I'll be right back with refreshments."
When she returned with a bottle and glasses, McTavish had removed his trousers and wore a tight fitting bikini bathing suit that revealed all his manhood. "Hope you don't mind me stripping right down, this is very hot work."
The woman's eyes were drawn to the front of the bathing suit. "No...no problem."
"So - your husband is away today?" questioned McTavish.
"For a couple of days on business." She handed McTavish a glass. "This is Greek wine - I hope you like wine." She drank hers down.
"oh, thank you - yes. Your husband must be a very successful businessman - this is an exquisite house."
"Well, he's not actually my husband," she replied, pouring herself another glass of wine.
"Oh, I didn't mean to presume," McTavish walked over to her, holding out his glass and leaning in to her. "May I ask your name?"
"My name is Marianne," she responded breathing in the faint odor of McTavish's cologne.
"What a beautiful name - are you Greek?"
"No, I am from the Nederlands but live here in Greece."
"You speak English very well, and I imagine other languages as well."
"Yes, Spanish and German."
"Your....ah, partner is a very lucky man to have such a beautiful and intelligent woman. Have you known each other long? Oh, sorry, there I go again, being too presumptuous with questions."
"No, that's fine. We have been together for a few years. He left his wife for me - his wife is alot older."
"And no doubt not as beautiful."
"She's a doctor - more interested in her work than her man."
"Yes wives sometimes tend to forget a man's needs." smiled McTavish. "So...ah, your partner is older than you?"
"Yes, much older than me."

The woman walked over and sat at the edge of the pool, her legs dangling over the edge. McTavish jumped down into the water and waded over to her. He placed his hands on her knees and stood, sweat and water glistening on his muscular body. The woman was obviously being affected by his close proximity. McTavish leaned forward and whispered, "Could I presume upon you to....."
"Yes...auh, what......?"
"May I go in the house to use your facilities?"
"Oh, of course, let me show you the way."
McTavish pulled himself from the pool and followed the woman into the house and upstairs. She pointed to the bathroom and waited outside until he returned. McTavish stood with a devilish grin. "That's ever so much better." He walked to her and brushed by her body; picking up her hand, he placed it on his now hard manhood. She smiled and beckoned him into a bedroom. "Now I don't want you getting the wrong idea, I don't do this everyday," she giggled.
McTavish smiled, "No problem - I imagine an older partner who is away on business alot, can't always offer a woman with such beauty, the physical needs she craves."
She smiled back, "No - not always."

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