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Chapter 5
After dancing to a few more halloween songs, Michael and Nikita made their way over to Birkoff, quickly and quietly escorting him up the stairs and into the office. Not wasting any time, Birkoff hacked into the encrypted files and downloaded them to Section One. Covering his tracks, making sure no one knew the computer had even been turned on, the costume clad computer genius exited the office to join Michael and Nikita on their way to once again join the party.
By the time the three met back up with the rest of their group, the music had died down and the games had begun.
Standing beside Gail, Birkoff locked eyes with Operations. �Mission accomplished sir. What do you want us to do now? Go back to the van?�
Birkoff received no answer from Operations as he stood smoking his cigarette. It was instead Madeline who answered his questions with one of her Mona Lisa smiles--signaling that something was up.
�No, it wouldn�t look good if we came for only half an hour and then left. We will stay for a few more hours so you might as well go have some fun--play some games.� Madeline watched the surprised expressions of those around her. All thinking the same thing--Madeline is actually ordering us to have fun? What kind of a mission is this?
Walter was first to recover and find his voice--always quick to joke with Nikita--the seasoned Section operative nudged her with his elbow. �Why don�t you go bobbing for apples Sugar? I�ll watch.�
�Walter....if I bend over to bob for apples...I�m sure the apples won't be the only thing you will be watching.� Nikita thought about how short her costume was and decided bobbing for apples was *definitely* out of the question.
Tickling Walter�s face with her feather duster briefly, Nikita took Michael�s hand and let him lead her into the game area. Splitting up into two groups, Birky and Gail followed Nikita and Michael--while the oldest of the group decided to stick together--Operations, Madeline, Walter, Belinda, Frick and Frack making up the other group.
Scanning the area, Michael led his group over to the body part section--where a group of guess the body part was being played. The couples sectioned off--Gail blindfolded Birkoff and Michael blindfolded Nikita--one holding out a piece of food and the other one guessing what it was supposed to be compared with the body.
Gail quickly picked up a handful of pumpkin guts and placed it into Birkoff's hands. �Ok, tell me what you think it is?�
Watching Birkoff�s face twist in disgust, he carefully swished his fingers through it. �Oh my god...what *is* this?!? If I didn�t know better I would say I was holding diarrhea. Ugh!� Trying to find Gail�s hands to give it back but finding her out of reach Birkoff shuddered just thinking about the possibilities.
�Come on! What do you think it is?� Staying just out of reach, Gail�s smile grew wider just watching him squirm. �I don�t know...somebody�s brain I guess.�
Michael�s eyes wandered over the many items of food lying on the nearby table. Finding the one he wanted, Michael picked up a banana and peeled it--carefully placing it in Nikita�s hands--her lips curving into a mischievous smile. Remembering Michael�s earlier reaction to being so close to her in the van, Nikita decided to have a little fun. Holding the banana in one hand, the fingers of the other lightly traced the tip of the banana--slowly letting her fingers glide up one side and down the other --all the while knowing she had Michael�s full attention--his eyes glued to the banana in Nikita�s skillful hands. �Hmmmm....wonder what this could be.�
Flickering her tongue out and slowly licking her lips, Nikita had Michael mesmerized and under her spell. Finally registering the fact that Nikita had spoken, Michael answered her and wanted more than ever to get Nikita back for earlier. �I think you know exactly what its supposed to be.�
Gently taking Michael�s hand and giving back the banana, Nikita�s hand lingered on his longer than necessary. �Really? I�m not sure I�ve figured it out quite yet. I think you might have to show me what it is later.�
Birky and Gail both turned their heads towards Michael and Nikita after hearing the direction their conversation was going in--wicked and knowing smiles on both their faces. Someone�s getting a little *too* much enjoyment out of these games, Birky thought to himself.
After replacing the banana to the table, both couples switched blindfolds and the game continued.
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CHAPTER 6
While the four youngest operatives were in one of the many rooms playing the body game--Operations, Maddy, Walter, Belinda, Frick, and Frack made their way through the large ball room to where the other wealthy socialites were bobbing for apples.
Standing in line, Walter patted Operations on the back. �Hope your teeth can handle this game old man. Wouldn�t want your dentures to fall out.� Turning back to Belinda, Walter missed Operations glare.
�Old Man? If I am not mistaken--you are older than I am. We�ll just see whose teeth can keep up.� Turning so the two eldest Section operatives were face to face, toe to toe, Walter met Operations eyes with a glare of his own. Starring each other down, Walter�s eyes issued a challenge.
�You willing to put your money where your mouth is? Um...no pun intended of course.�
�Fine. A hundred says that I can get an apple before you can.�
�A hundred? Small time. Make it a thousand and your on.�
�Deal.� Both turned back to their *dates* and were both determined to win. A primal glint entered the eyes of Section's senior citizens.
Turning to Belinda, Walter laced his hand into hers. �Gonna give me a kiss for good luck?� Gratefully obeying--Belinda--who was now eye level with Walter because of his shoes added height--placed a tender, sensuous kiss onto Walter�s parted lips. The kiss giving him all the confidence he needed.
Operations had his own way of winning. While Walter got kisses from the ladies to give him luck, Operations turned to Madeline with puppy dog eyes to ask for his own good luck charm. �May I finger your waddle?�
Madeline was expecting to give Operations a kiss, but his words shocked her. �May you finger my what?!?� Her eyes growing wide, Madeline looked on in disbelief. She had no idea what a waddle was--part of her was curious and the other part wasn�t sure if she should have even asked.
�Your waddle. Its the flap of skin underneath the neck. Some people find it sexually amusing to finger a woman�s waddle...others find it amusing some other way. I take it you find waddles sexy too?�
Operations looked at the man standing before him who had answered Madeline's question. He was a sandy haired man dressed in a devil costume, patiently waiting for one or the other to reply. �Oh...I�m Richard Fish, of Cage/Fish and Associates.� Extending his hand Operations firmly shook Richard�s hand.
�Oh, yes...um, fingering a waddle gives me good luck.� Operations watched as the man named Richard Fish cast him a knowing glance and with a nod of his head, turned back around and begun to bob for apples.
�Waddle hmmm?� Madeline seemed to be considering his offer very seriously--no doubt filing this fact into her mental filing cabinet to use at a later date--before slowly extending her chin outward and towards Operations. Taking his hand and running his finger up and down Madelines waddle, a smile of content lit up Operations face.
By the time he was done fingering her waddle, Operations and Walter were at the head of the line. Before letting them bob for apples, Fish turned to give operations one last parting shot before going to the next area-- �Felt good didn�t it. Fingering a waddle is the best good luck charm there is�--then Fish patted him on the back and slipped silently into the crowd and out of view.
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CHAPTER 7
After the Body game, they made their way into another room surrounded in darkness--a game of night Marco Polo was about to start. As the four entered the room, they were joined my the remainder of their group after Walter had won the bet.
After minutes of arguing and threats, Operations was chosen to be it. The many other occupants inside the room began to run around, waiting for the mummy to call out. In a gravely voice, thick with emotion and disapproval, Operations called out. �Marco!�
At the same instant, 9 other voices could be heard dissolving into laughter. The sounds were coming from all around him and as he tried to go towards one, the giggles would drift into another direction. �All right, that�s enough! Its NOT Funny!!!�
His pleas only made the operatives laugh harder--even Michael who, in the dark, was not afraid of anyone noticing his laugh among all the others--leaned up against the wall, trying to regain some control.
As the people surrounding them answered �Polo!!!�, Michael could hear the sounds of Nikita�s laughter drifting closer to him in the darkness. Moving to intercept her, Michael ran right into Nikita�s barely clad body and pulled her over against the wall. Placing his hand over her mouth, Nikita tried to hold back her laughter.
Finally sensing that Nikita had gotten over her giggle fest and was patiently leaning against his body--her back to his chest--waiting for Michael to remove his hand, Nikita turned around and stared at him as he placed his finger over her lips, gently silencing her before she could question him. His husky voice whispered into her ear, sending shivers down her spine and through out her entire body. �Wanna have some fun?�
Nikita�s eyes widened as she leaned against him some more to whisper back into his ear, �Now?� Being so close to each other in the darkness, their eyes adjusted and Nikita could see the outline of a smile on Michael�s lips as he shook his head, reddish brown curls swaying with the movement.
Letting his lips briefly brush against hers--Michael pulled back to finger a strand of her hair. �No, that comes later. I mean, do you want to have some fun with Operations?�
The sounds of �Marco!!!� followed by �Polo!!� interrupted Nikita before she could reply, but Michael didn�t need an answer from her, the evil and mischievous glint in her eyes was all the confirmation he needed. �Follow me, when we get close to him you will go behind Operations and I will stay in front. Poke at him from behind and when he turns around I will get him. Then meet me back here at the wall. Ready?�
Interlocking her slim fingers with his, Nikita nodded and allowed Michael to lead her towards Operations, both silently following Operations voice. �Marco...come on people...this is not funny...just stay where you are so I can find you!!�
When they were close enough, Nikita went around his back and grabbed her feather duster. Turning it around and using the handle, Nikita swiftly hit Operations in the butt with it, and stepped out of the way. The moment he had turned around to face his assailant, Michael took his sword and tapped him on the shoulder. Whipping around once again, Ops turned to find that his two attackers had disappeared into the darkened crowd running around him.
�All right...who ever POKED me in the butt is seriously going to get it when we get back!� Another burst of giggles could be heard around the room but the loudest came from the two that had been leaning against the wall--now on the floor holding their sides with tears coming from their eyes.
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CHAPTER 8
The hours quickly passed, and by the end of the night even Operations was smiling--for he had been the one to break the pinata. Somewhere along the lines, Madeline had threatened him enough to make Operations enjoy the time that he could at the party. He did everything. The body game, told ghost stories, and even played pin the tail on the black cat.
Gail took off her house to play glow in the dark twister with Birkoff, Michael, Nikita, Frick and Frack. No one could see the other people in the dark but could feel them brushing up against one another as they switched positions to place their hands and feet on the appointed colors. Not knowing what circle was already taken by the others only made the game more difficult and the operatives quickely ended the game with only Gail standing. Birkoff had played fair, which had allowed Gail�s success--but Nikita hadn�t been so luck--Michael played dirty. Reaching over her body to place his hand on a circle that wasn�t the most convenient for him, Michael had quickly made it impossible for Nikita to move without falling.
After their game was over, all met back at a table for refreshments before leaving. Sitting around the table, all talked of the fun they had while playing the halloween games. Something none had done in what seemed to be a lifetime. Most had chosen to drink fruit punch or champagne but Michael opted for milk.
Sitting next to Michael, Birkoff wondered what he would look like with a milk mustache. Before he could even think of what he was doing, Birkoff quickly tilted Michael�s glass up as he took a sip. Milk spilled down his chin and made him almost spit it across the table where Madeline had been siting. Swallowing and burning holes into Birkoff with his eyes, Michael reached for a napkin while Walter�s laugh could be heard across the room.
Before he could wipe his chin, Nikita stopped his hand with her own and locked sea green eyes with blue ones. Not caring who was sitting across the table, Nikita leaned in and began to lick the milk from off of his perfect chin. When all but one area was clean of the white liquid, Nikita took her finger and transfered it there. Holding it before him, Nikita�s throaty, sensual voice drifted to Michael as he stared at her finger. �Lecher.�
Obeying her command, Michael gently took Nikita�s finger and placed it into his mouth, licking the milk from it.
�Uhm!� Operations cleared his throat and Michael let go of Nikita�s hand. �I think it's time to go...shall we.� Pushing out his chair, Operations guided Madeline out of the house while the others followed.
Once inside the van, Nikita was still unable to give up her good mood and wanted to make this halloween moment last as long as she possibly could. As the van drove off, Nikita elbowed Birkoff and Walter, then whispered into their ears. After simultaneous nodding of their heads, Nikita began to sing.
Now sing we all,
It's Halloween.
The night of fright has come!
This time of year we wait.
We hope he won't be late.
The Great Pumpkin will come,
The Great Pumpkin will come,
The Great, the GREAT Pumpkin will come.
Birkoff and Walter soon joined in and prodded Michael to as well. All four were singing merrily inside the Section van--looking expectantly at Operations and Maddy.
He comes each year,
On Hallow's Eve.
He's coming here tonight.
Let's go into the pumpkin patch
They'll put us in the booby hatch,
But we will have such fun,
But we will have such fun,
But we, but we will have such fun.
Finally Operations and Maddy were singing as well and sounds of a halloween carol were heard as the black van of Section One drove down the streets of the city. All were smiling and would remember this night in place of the one before this that no one would ever remember--George's Birthday present to himself. But this was real, no brainwashing, only pure happiness as the operatives all let go of their self control for one night--one halloween night.
Now sing we all,
It's Halloween.
The night of fright has come!
This time of year we wait.
We hope he won't be late.
The Great Pumpkin will come,
The Great Pumpkin will come,
The Great, the GREAT Pumpkin will come.
The End
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