She looked around her room,
and found herself alone. Alone, again.
It started, it ended.
That was her life.
Would it ever change?
Misty ordered room service for one;
then crawled out of bed with
a throbbing headache. What did she do last night?
She needed some fresh air and a large cup of black coffee.
She promised David that if Morse didn’t show up this morning,
she would be on another assignment on a different island later today but
she wasn’t in the mood to rush to get back to him.
Maybe, in a couple of hours from now, she would make out that “no show” report.
Misty was still enjoying her short but ever so sweet vacation.
Her smart phone rang, but she didn’t pick up the phone call. She was
lost in her memories of last night.
Misty was going to be happy tonight and drink until the early morning.
Maybe, dance too.
Whatever she would do it would be on her time.
Was the clock ticking? Tick, Tock….
Misty was enjoying a cocktail at the hotel bar
and looking around for some company.
At the entrance of the bar, someone noticed her immediately.
Without hesitation, he came over to Misty.
“My, is this a pleasant surprise.”
“Why it’s he infamous Sam Sinclair. What are you doing here?”
Sam Sinclair happened to be one of the top agents with The Agency. He’s rarely seen by other agents in the field. They have only seen his picture in the halls of the Agency in DC and heard the stories of his patriotism.
This was the first time Misty Mars had the pleasure of meeting him in person. She was in ere of him immediately; young, handsome and physically fit. But Misty was suspicious of him being on the same island with her. What was Sam Sinclair up to?
Sam moved closer to Misty’s bar stool, looked over the room
and said,
“I’m working. How about you?”
“I’m on vacation until midnight.”
“Really? What’s going to happen after midnight, my lovely Misty?”
“Now, Sam, my love, if I told you that, you wouldn’t get any sleep tonight.”
“Is that a promise?”
Misty gave Sam one of those looks.
Sam saw that look but challenged her anyway. Oh, how Sam enjoyed a challenge, especially when it came to a pretty woman.
“Sam, didn’t I read that your wife, Cinnamon, just had a baby?”
“Yes, yes, she did. But what does that have to do with us?”
“Okay, then, nothing at all. Do you have plans for dinner tonight?”
“I’m having dinner with you, Misty. Let’s see where the evening will take us. By the way, I love that red dress you are wearing and those stilettos are dangerous.”
Sam kissed Misty on her cheek and then went to make dinner reservations in the restaurant.
Leaving Misty to ponder what was going on with Agent Sinclair.
Why was he on the same island and paying her compliments?
That evening, Misty answered her smart phone while getting ready for dinner.
“Hello?”
“Misty, how is it going? Has our target shown up?”
It was David Davidson, Director of the intelligence agency for the U.S. government in Washington DC, and her boss.
“David, no, not yet, but I’m hopeful.”
“Misty, we still can’t believe how lucky you got in making the connection with Roberts in Chicago. You are good, I have to hand it to you. Just don’t blow this for us. This a great opportunity for you.”
‘You mean, a great opportunity for the Agency, David.”
“OK, OK, we are both lucky. But if he doesn’t show up by morning, I could use you at another assignment, on a near by island.”
“What could be so darn important? Are we going to war?”
“Nothing that dramatic. When can you get to St. Thomas……?”
“Tomorrow morning. Is that soon enough?”
“What about tonight? Please, Misty.”
“No, David, I’m putting my high heels down..no and no.”
“Okay. Tomorrow and be careful where you put those high heels tonight.
I need you somber and alert. Do you understand me?”
“Yes, sir.”
Misty hung up the phone and stuck her tongue out at David. It was a good thing he didn’t call from the computer on a video chat. He would see her dressed in a flowing red dress with matching stiletto high heels and drinking champagne from the bottle.
“Cheers, David, this bottle is for you because it’s going on the Agency’s expense account.”
My, My, what would he think or say next, as Misty twirled around in her room until she was dizzy.
Misty didn’t care what David would think. She had an affair with David a few years ago but their relationship was over.
David had ended up marrying another agent, Ginger and they seemed happy. However, he was still her boss at the Agency, so she had to tread lightly if she wanted to keep her job.
Misty was single and free. Just the way she liked it, well most of the time.
Misty Marssat, on the deserted beach, alone. She had saved a beach chair for her new found lover, Morse, but he was a no show at the last minute.
Misty flew to the Caribbean with the hopes of having a romantic fling with an older gentleman.
She met him a few months before in a local bar downtown Chicago. The bar was centrally located in her neighborhood. That night, they both hit it off from the start and Misty spent the night with Morse, not knowing who he was or even if he was married. She didn’t care; she was looking for romance. Just one night with a handsome man, who treated her like a princess. Morse had all the qualities she was looking for; older, handsome, tall,well dressed and of course, expensive shoes. The conversation and cocktails flowed all night. He was quite a talker, a smooth talker.
In morning, Misty left his apartment at dawn and crawled into her own bed with her cat, Oscar. Ahhh, the memories of the night lingered with her.
Love? Was love possible again for her?
Her last boyfriend, Charles, left her and moved to Arizona without warning. She thought they were both in love with each other but it turned out that Charles was just passing his time until a very rich older woman turned his head.
Proof…he was gone.
One evening Misty was out drinking with a few buddies from the Bureau, when Roberts name came up in the conversation. One agent called Roberts one of the most wanted men on their list. So far, they didn’t have any luck capturing him.
She confided in them about meeting a guy named Morse Roberts at a local pub in downtown. They laughed at her and said that was impossible. He didn’t hang out in dives.
Misty didn’t want to look like a fool in front of her men friends, so she just laughed it off.
When she went home that evening, she did some research and found out that her Morse Roberts was one and the same.
Wanted by the FBI.
Misty made a call to boss in Washington DC where she worked as a freelance Intelligence agent.
They gave her the go ahead to continue to play out a scenario with Roberts not thinking too much would transpire from her escapades with him.
So, as the weeks went by, Misty was set up to see Morse a few more times at the local bar. All the while, she was being monitored by the Agency.
Then Morse took her to an expensive restaurant for dinner one night. Misty was not expecting what he proposed to next to her. He asked her to meet him in the Caribbean for a few days, of course, there was a first class ticket and hotel accommodations provided.
Morse slipped her five one hundred dollar bills under the table. Misty chuckled as she put the bills in her red handbag and snapped it shut. She was never one to pass up money or a free trip.
Misty readily accepted his offer.
She was in need of a vacation and besides Chicago was getting hit with tons of snow that winter. It was a good break from her everyday life and friends.
She took advantage of every opportunity when it came to a vacation. Misty knew that the intelligence agency, where she worked, didn’t allow much free time, they kept her busy with assignments.
Even her friends didn’t know what she did for a living. They saw Misty living in an expensive condo with fine furnishings and was constantly traveling. Misty was always the first one to loan her girlfriends money and didn’t even ask for it back. She would throw parties on a wimp, dance all night at a club downtown Chicago until dawn. That was who Misty Mars was to her friends; fun loving adventurer.
Sometimes Misty would ask herself, “what am I doing with my life?”
What she was doing for a job was none of their business. She paid her own bills and she came and went as she pleased. The Agency was an excellent outlet for her. Misty was highly overpaid for her work with the Agency. Her assignments to foreign countries were TOP SECRET. It didn’t matter to her what assignment she received because it was always exciting and dangerous work.
It was what she lived for these days since she was still single and looking for love.
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