23:00:00 Hrs

From the Transponder of Agent TF43

[[hushed, tones, talking quickly]]
Sergio, I am sorry to have been silent, this past hour or so... I was too close to Konrad to risk anything. I know you have been watching what has been going down... I saw you traveling through the marsh grass by the lake... even in the dark, I can recognize the precise sway of your fine toned ass, and the particular wake it causes in the tops of the slender stalks... i only wish I was the grass... to be doing the dance caused by the motion of your hips.

Sergio I only have a few moments to tell you everything before this whole scene explodes... And i am not just talking about the chaos that is about to ensue, as I know you are already aware of it... I am talking about what is going to happen in a few moments when the last traces of garlic are gone. The garlic, I have found, has a wonderfully mellowing effect on the Anti-Sanctity. The self mutilation is no longer effective, as the Anti-Sanctity and Sanctity Blocker is so strong in my system now, that I cannot even access the part of my brain that tells me to hang on to the threads of my true self.

Sergio, I do not know what you will need to do to me when you find me... but let me tell you now: You have my permission to do what ever it takes to get me back. I will fight, for sure, I will hiss and growl and I am sorry in advance for the pain I know I will inflict upon you in my Anti-self defense. Be strong, my hero. I am unable to get back to the kitchen to get more garlic and I finished the last piece of Bruschetta in the dining room 15 minutes ago.

Konrad has released a mist of Sanctity throughout the building. In, of course the most ingenious way.... through the freshened breath of all the guests. There are gum and mints everywhere, and of course, because of the garlic, everyone has been helping themselves. The effect is first hand, but also second hand. Talking to someone with this 'freshened' breath will have the same effect.

Marco has been moving around the room freely, eyeing Konrad the whole time. He had a few roasted garlic cloves, then a large mint and is heading straight for Konrad. He has such an intensity in his eye, such... but as he crosses the room I can see a transformation taking place: Heavy, purposeful footsteps turn to a sweeping stride... deep hatred turns to intense... oh my God... Marco is almost to Konrad... Konrad's back is to him... he takes his right hand out of his pocket and his left reaches up to grab Konrad's shoulder. Konrad spins around, with a steel eye but before he could even register what was happening, Marco grabbed him and locked him into a ... kiss. Now Tad is... Oh shit Sergio, I guess Tad has been on Anti-Sanctity, (the weak crying state must have been due to the mellowing effects of the garlic he smelled during all his ducking into the pantry).... Tad is running at them and he has a knife... Oh Shit, here we go....

I am not sure who Tad was aiming for, but Konrad saw him and swung around so Marco took the hit. For a moment you could see Marco snap back to reality and remember that he hated Konrad. He hated him for leaving him all those years ago, and for not including him in his latest scheme to rule the world. He hated Konrad for being in the position of having 2 of the best spies in the world tracking him, it meant that Marco would have to eliminate them in order to protect his love... his bittersweet love... of course we know that Marco has already suffered a stiletto in the head because of this.

Now the room is howling, literally... Tad is screaming, but too useless to be specifically vengeful. He is just thrashing, making wild punches and kicks in the air, spitting obscenities.... The masses in the room, who have been sitting cross legged on the floor now, holding hands singing: "All You Need is Love" have stood up and are surrounding Tad. They are rocking him in a group hug and all you can hear is a deafening murmur, with an occasional: " We are all one" or "You are God, you are love, feel only love, my brother" raising audibly above the sick purring of the mass. It is disgusting, all this 'Love love love' talk. Oh no Sergio, this is it... the garlic has worn off... there is nothing protecting me from the Anti Sanctity any longer. The implant Ozerov forced into me weeks ago is functioning at full power... now I only have this stream of... of... hatred... I will keep recording... Sergio... please....

Fuck, these useless people. The only hero here is Konrad... he has thrown Marco down and stepped on him as he walked away. I must get to him, I don't want to be left with these weak people.... "Konrad!!"
"Ingrid. My Dear... come. NOW"
" I'm here"
"Listen, you bitch... I know who you are, but I also know you will do what you are told"
"Konrad, you are the only one who makes sense around here. I'll do anything for you."
"Yes, I have seen to that. But there are a few loose ends, here... GENOVESE... If you are to be with me, I need you to prove yourself by killing Ozerov. Now that you know that I know who you are, there is no need to maintain your cover as Ingrid, and also you have no need to work for Ozerov in order to spy on me as I will be keeping you close...very very close. I have no use for Ozerov either, he knows too much. But I have many, many ... uses for you, my sweet, plump, evil little angel."
'I can kill that bastard, no problem, look at him... he is just standing in the corner breathing deeply with his eyes closed while the world is crashing. How weak."

[[[Sounds of footsteps and the swishing of fake thighs and armpit hair rubbing against each other...a whisper under the breathe: "there's Ozerov... such an easy mark... I can take him out with my bare hands."

If the transponder was adjusted sensitively enough, it would have picked up on a little voice inside Nikita/Genovese/Ingrid's head... a little voice that said: 'remember...'

but it wasn't.

[[The sound of sleeves being rolled up and cracking knuckles as a pair of feminine arms prepare to break a neck....]]]

the little voice was trying again, from deep inside: 'remember....'

"Fucking Bastards, look at them all... look at them compared to Konrad and his team... even Tad has regained his proper composure and is standing tall by Konrad. Ready to channel his hatred towards what ever task Konrad may choose for him to do. I admire Konrad as I watch him. And Grigori, I knew he was one of us... I knew he wasn't one of the pansy spies just working for 'world peace' and all that other Miss America Bullshit..... what the hell is..... [[[sound of rustling and feedback as the transponder is ripped from the ear]]]

"I have no use for this... I only have ears for Konrad."

[[[sound of transponder hitting the floor and the distinct crumbling sound that can only come from the sole of a determined woman's shoe]]]

The small voice is gathering strength... welling up.....

If the transponder was still working, Sergio would be hearing the sound of eye lids opening as Ozerov feels hands around his throat

If the transponder was working, he would hear sounds of skin being twisted... and slowly but surely, squeezed.

If the transponder was working, he would hear sounds of gurgling and straining, but not fighting

If the transponder was working, Sergio would hear the sound of Ozerov's lips parting and a weak breath whispering:"Nikiiiita" even as the fingers squeeze the throat it came from tighter...

the small voice is boiling and suddenly erupts into.... a scream. A very distinct, very particular scream that freezes the attention of the entire room...