When you’re a spy, you’re sent to a myriad of places and locations that are ‘exotic and lavished’ by the average person’s description. To a spy, this is often a forest, jungle, or a beach on some fancy island.
I still can’t find a way to hide a blaster in a bikini…
Sandra sits in a beach chair with a green dotted bikini, holding a glass of wine, legs crossed, and shades cover the curious gaze following a particular older fellow.
The fellow has his arm around two much younger women. He is laughing and has hands full of rump as the women giggle and play in return. What they likely didn’t know is that this fellow was Barrison Marque, a renowned assassin for hire with almost 30 years of experience in off world, urban, and spec ops combat. Used to run with a team that handled counter operations throughout the galaxy. But he has taken to retiring until the Sith asked him to join their operations in the Mid-Rim.
Barrison was gray on the sides and black on top of his hair. Clearly a man of some class despite his breast groping affairs. He looked like a man who spend much time in space as he walked with a gesture that much time was spent in Zero Gee environments. He is trained with every blaster imaginable and can drop in from space in pods. A daring man to say the least. It is unfortunate that he needs to be captured. He has taken more lives in his career than a plague on a backwater planet. But the mission is the mission.
Flirtation is always a tactical option. Romance is a powerful force and under the right circumstances, it can achieve your objective. Of course, not every circumstance is the right one.
Sandra walks up to the small shack serving drinks to people and approaches the man and his floozies.
“Good afternoon! This is my first time in town and I am just dying to find where I can get a martini and pool party worth a damn out here, hehehe!”
“Well, my sweet cherry pie, I just happen to know where the parties are at this evening. I own a mansion down at the south end that is just the PERFECT place. All the gents and ladies will be there, right ladies?”
The sound of the rear being slapped on the lady on his right is heard and she squeaks a laugh out. Sandra looks on the pair and smiles sweetly and twirls a finger in her hair gently.
“If you are inviting me then I would love to come! What should I wear?”
“You could wear nothing if you like, girly. It’s a free for all so loo cute, like you do.”
Barrison winks and Sandra giggles playfully before nodding and leaning against the bar by the threesome
“What’s your name, cherry pie?”
“Oh me? I’m Sandy Marie~ and I just blew in from the Core and they say the Mid-Rimmers have the best fun, no?”
“Cherry pie, you have noooo idea. I used to be a bounty hunter, ya know! Punched a Rancore once too. Good times!”
“Wow, you are soooo brave! Will you tell us more stories at your manor? I love these stories! I have a few too!”
“Oh yeah? What did you do? You have a killer body to be anything less than an athlete.”
“How did you know?! I was a gymnast in the golden circles. I think I was only sober half the time, hehe!”
They converse for a few more minutes before Sandra stands proper and waves
“See you soon, killer!”
He takes an echoing slap of Sandra rear and winks
“See you soon, Cherry pie!”
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Sandra returns to her room at a beach hotel and rubs her rear
“Ruthles. My rear is not made of durasteel…”
Sandra makes some notes on her datapad and decides to prepare for the party by deciding what hold out blaster model would be best to take and use. She sets it on a inner dress strap that would be simple to grab. But she does decide on a summer dress of black and gold trimming. A long cut up the dress reveals her thigh which would serve well to draw some attention when needed. The evening was going to be long and she imagined that it would not go as smoothly as anything does.
“He is playing the dunce, but I know he is a killer, so I must be cautious. Just remember everything you have learned and what Artemis has left and I will be fine.”
Sandra takes a long shower and finally gets dressed after some time meditating before night fall’s party. She ponders on the balance she has been trained to use and consider all of these weeks on missions. Dark and Light…and all the things Artemis showed her. So much to consider and practice still, but she would prove to be a Shadow worthy of Artemis’ successor.
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*The mansion was not huge, but certainly large. It had an early design with geometric accents that made one think of an Art Deco kind of instillation. Regardless, the place was gorgeous and modern.
The bouncer at the door checks people on the list and Sandra makes her way in under her false name and bright smile.
Inside the party is intense. A live band plays and the women and gents are jumping and dancing happily. The pool is half filled with various women, races, and half naked people. Perhaps to the normal teenager, this would seem utterly exciting and interesting, but to a spy…all the noise and various sounds and intrusions are an operational issue.
Sandra makes her way to the bar, waving and being waved at by a flirt or two, and goes to pick up a drink. She looks around for the host and makes her rounds through the dancing, groping, and shouts of the party. Like shifting through a sea of madness. She finally finds the man with a blonde bikini babe on his lap. He nudges her off and pat his lap for Sandy to come sit on. Sandra plops on his lap and smiles with drink in hand.*
Lots of small and needless talk is exchanged before they go off to a room for what one is to expect next. Once in the room he looks to Sandra and smiles.
“Let me pick something up from a my box here.”
Sandra goes for her blaster and at the same time, he rises with a blaster. They are now pointing a blaster at each other. They stare at each other for a good 30 seconds before the first words are muttered.
“Seems that call I got this morning was spot on.”
“Knew I was sent the whole time?”
“Yuppers.”
“Let you grope my arse for nothing…”
“Naw. I enjoyed that, but i’m not the guy you’re looking for. I’m his body double.”
“…Inconvenience. Where is Barrison then…?”
“Likely off world now, cherry pie. So what now?”
“I shoot you, you scream, I hop out onto the roof and no one sees me again.”
“That sucks. Not even a kiss before I die?”
She pulls the blaster from his hand and he winces at her finger-wagging magic before he’s shot and screams. Another shot and Sandra proceeds to walk to the balcony after taking the datapads in his room, jumps onto the roof and then a long jump into the ocean at the back of the house. The walk to the hotel room is a quiet one as sirens zoom by on the street to the manor. The air is kind of cold against her skin, but she only pays attention to that for a short time before entering the hotel and the room after a few stairs. The leaving is quick as her things are always packed and light traveled. It is only 2 minutes in the room before she is checking out under a false name and ID. The flight away is even quieter.
Sandra sets the auto pilot and looks on her hands a moment. Remembering all of what Artemis said. This was necessary and it was for the greater good. These missions will lead to a better galaxy… To a better future…
The slicing and probing into the data pads get a hit after a few hours and her next destination revealed…
For a spy, loyalty is a strange thing. Your job is to deceive, to live among your enemies, to perform dark deeds for a noble purpose. And it’s that purpose that guides you through the darkness. When you lose sight of that, the darkness is all there is.