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Post by KRoseLynn on Sept 12, 2009 17:26:45 GMT -10
So, everything is ok now?
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Post by sanne on Sept 12, 2009 21:01:25 GMT -10
Seems so............. Sandra
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Post by pinkyster on Sept 13, 2009 3:01:58 GMT -10
I thought it was me when I was looking at it yesterday, thought maybe I missed something. Glad to see everything is back to normal.. Can't wait for the next update.
Jen
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Post by deborah on Sept 13, 2009 5:26:47 GMT -10
Glad to hear that it wasn't just me that thought something was wrong. At first I thought it was my computer, I,m really glad to hear that it is not my computer and that I wasn't just imagining it.
Deborah
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Post by lucymalta on Sept 13, 2009 11:30:42 GMT -10
Next one....
Lucy
Chapter 48
Mich stood on top of the building feeling the soft ocean breeze caressing her face. In the past, she would have felt the adrenaline rush, exhilarated by challenge of what lay ahead, conscious of the fact she was removing another parasite from the world. No more.
Tonight she was here on a matter of life and death, desperate to find answers, desperate to prevent a future that could see her returning to her old ways. Ways that she no longer wanted to return to.
The Wolf part of her was still strong, though for the moment it was under control. Mich paused for a moment, was the Wolf under control – or had she changed enough for that side of her character to have withdrawn? Had Horatio been able to chase the nightmares away with his silent strength?
Mich gave a soft smile as she thought about the red-headed Lieutenant, he was not normally her ‘type’ – she had always preferred the rebels when she was younger. Yet Horatio had stepped into her life and she had found herself drawn to him from day one. She still couldn’t quite put her finger on it. The only other person she had felt this way about had been Robert…
The smile turned into a chuckle. What a meeting that would be, though it could never happen. Robert was in a secure UK prison, though helping Scotland Yard in their battle against the drug barons. Horatio was fighting his own battle here in Miami against the very same kind of people. The difference was that Robert was protected, hidden away and would be so for the rest of his life.
Horatio was a target, and always would be. The chuckle stopped, the smile disappeared, replaced by a tight thin line. Horatio was in the front line, a warrior against injustice and evil and those he fought would always try to remove him from life. Her eyes narrowed, Mich turned her mind to the job at hand. No-one would take him away, not while she was around…
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On a similar rooftop only a few blocks away, the Lynx was planning her own moves in the game of chess that was about to unfold.
That afternoon, she had woken from her recurring nightmare, feeling the cigarette once more burning into her body. It was why at the age of seventeen she had run away from home, why she had been caught up in a street gang in the first city she came to - a naive youngster from the mid-west, raped before she was eighteen.
The will to survive and the anger inside had caused her to move to the military, where she learnt that discipline came in many forms. Responding well to that style of life, she began to excel at her classes and was quickly noticed by personnel needing a few specialist workers.
A transfer to CIA tweaked her curiosity, initially an intelligence agent, her affinity for weapons lead her to specialist training and the life of an assassin. Unknown to the CIA, her first cold-blooded kill was her own father, on his way home after another night of drinking, while she was on leave.
Later she would hunt down and kill the man who had raped her, but by then her controllers had realised that she was not the trained assassin they had wanted. She had become a wild card – doing her job, but also having her own agenda.
They had realised too late and she escaped them. Building a new life for herself she had been able to find satisfaction in her work – but also what she was able to buy as a result. Freedom. Freedom to live as she wished, travel where she wanted. Freedom to choose who shared her bed and who she kicked out of it. The Lynx had no wish to find a long term partner, happy with her independent life.
Taking a final look around, she descended to street level using the fire escape and began to scout around for her first target.
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Mich too was at street level, also looking for targets, she knew she would not find the Lynx immediately – but she did have an advantage. The higher gang members of the territory that she was patrolling were known to the police and they had been asked to keep their eyes open.
Methodically she began to comb the area, knowing she would not be able to cover the whole territory in one night, but maybe she would get a feel for the land the Lynx was working and that would help her cause.
After an hour, she received a call. Checking her GPS system, she moved to the site of the reported death, but it was not the lead she had hoped for. A dealer had been killed, but the evidence and murder weapon in plain sight.
Quietly she moved away, the night-shift CSI’s not even noticing her presence, though one did look up towards the spot that she had vacated only a moment earlier.
The young man seemed a little shaken to his supervisor as he explained that he had felt that he was being watched. Mike smiled, knowing that a ‘specialist’ had been called in to track down the assassin – it looked like they knew their job.
Just after three in the morning, Mich came across the body.
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Post by margaret1234 on Sept 13, 2009 12:38:09 GMT -10
So two powerful women on the prowl. But, it looks like the Lynx has won this round. Although Mich wasn't expecting to find her straight away. So, who is the poor victim???
Great chapter Lucy.
Margaret
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Post by NV Oracle on Sept 13, 2009 15:08:12 GMT -10
Great chapter, Lucy. I'm also wondering who the poor victim is. Another thing I'm wondering is what exactly Horatio told the other teams, if the night shift supervisor knew that a 'specialist' had been brought in.
Can't wait to see what happens next.
Your friend Oracle
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Post by sanne on Sept 13, 2009 20:09:13 GMT -10
So the Lynx has won this time, but Mich (and with her the others of the MDPD) are coming closer.... Sandra
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Post by pinkyster on Sept 14, 2009 5:07:14 GMT -10
And the hunt begins for Mich and Lynx. Great chapter. Will Mich be able to get one step ahead of the Lynx this time, Horatio's life depends on it.
Jen
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Post by lucymalta on Sept 15, 2009 3:46:29 GMT -10
Mich is on the prowl... but what will she do next...?
Enjoy
Lucy
Chapter 49
Mich carefully inspected the body, all the time keeping a wary eye out for her opposition. She knew the Lynx could not be far away judging by the heat still emanating from the man’s still form lying in front of her. An idea popped into her mind making her smile.
Slipping into the shadows, she sent a message to Mike.
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The night shift supervisor opened his cell, eyebrows raised when he saw the codeword at the beginning of the message. Horatio had briefed him in on the story – that a well known assassin was working the streets of Miami and the CIA had sent down a specialist to track – and hopefully catch – the person in question.
Quickly he called a member of his team and the two of them carefully made their way down the alley. They hadn’t travelled far when they saw the body. Whilst the CSI began looking around, his supervisor called for more help.
Mich watched carefully from a nearby rooftop. Lying flat to the ground, she would be able to see any kind of movement, especially now she was using her night vision glasses. The sound of sirens made her smile as they pulled up near the alley and Mich began looking around more closely.
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The Lynx paused in her movement, hearing the sirens. Quickly she made her way up the final part of the fire escape to see what was going on. She swore loudly when she saw where the patrol cars had stopped. How had they found the body so quickly?
She had been meticulous in cleaning up the area, but who had found the body at this time of night? Not some tramp who would merely steal the clothes… A runner maybe? Coming to report another sale or pick up more baggies for the next client…?
She made her way to a better vantage point, moving slowly and stealthily. What she saw stunned her, police there were, but no-one else. Even a runner or some street rats would have been drawn to the cars, but there was nothing.
Mich spotted the movement on the rooftop opposite and fine tuned the glasses. Her smile widened as she recognised the person on the opposite side of the alley. “Long time no see Anna…” She froze as the figure looked directly at her almost in response to the whispered words.
The Lynx stared about her, her mind flying through the possibilities… She did not believe in luck – or coincidence – someone had found the body earlier than she had intended. The question was… Who…
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Once again the Lynx paused. Since leaving the site of the body, she had moved quietly around the backstreets, making her way slowly back to her base. However, she could not escape the feeling of being watched.
It was a sensation she did not like – her mind told her it was only paranoia, probably as a result of the body being found so quickly, but her training told her otherwise. Abruptly she retraced her steps, for a moment, she thought she saw a figure disappear around a corner, but when she arrived there, she saw nothing.
Cursing an over active imagination, she returned to her route back to her motel. &&
Mich chuckled to herself, adrenaline buzzing through her body. When the Lynx had stopped, she had anticipated the move and hidden just in time. Glancing up, she saw the night sky becoming paler and sighed, it was time to return home.
Quickly she made a note of where she was, and the name of the motel the Lynx had returned to. The following day Frank would make use of the information to place a few men in the area. Horatio had agreed that they would need to catch the Lynx in action to make any kind of case against the assassin.
As she returned to her SUV, Mich was pleased with the night’s work – now it was the day shifts turn…
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Post by sanne on Sept 15, 2009 4:33:49 GMT -10
So the Lynx has a feeling but brushes it off as imagination....that's good. At least it's a sign she doesn't KNOW she's spotted, followed and watched......They are ahead of her..... Sandra
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Post by gonsy on Sept 15, 2009 7:04:12 GMT -10
Wow, great chapters Lucy, specially this last one! Very exciting! Good for Mich!
Gonsy
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Post by Dr. Anna McBreadle on Sept 15, 2009 8:26:49 GMT -10
its a good job the Lynx just put it down to imagination otherwise things could get nasty! fingers crossed they can get her before she gets Horatio! great chap! luv sam x
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Post by margaret1234 on Sept 15, 2009 9:04:26 GMT -10
Still a great cat and mouse game........seems to me the lynx should be worried now, and has she lost a bit of her touch in first sensing something and then brushing it aside...careless. They are homing in on you now......So Mich can be pleased thus far, although we should not forget the poor innocent victim.
Margaret
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Post by NV Oracle on Sept 15, 2009 11:06:47 GMT -10
Oh, no. We should never forget the victim. I'm a little surprised that the Lynx (Anna) brushed off her feelings. Maybe this will be the one time she get's caught. Perhaps she is getting arrogant, and sloppy in her work.
Great chapter, Lucy. Can't wait to see what happens next.
Your friend Oracle
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