Black clouds hung overhead, swirling spires threatening rain as cracks of thunder rumbling in the background. A pair of red heels clicked across cobbled streets, a patent leather case gripped tight by black gloves. Crimson splashed across the pavement, where the body had landed, and around the fallen figure, patrons of the quaint little cafe gathered, panic and fear rampant among them. Ophelia did not look back. It wasn't ideal, the outcome, but it had been unavoidable. Package in hand, she should have felt a sense of pride, a sense of victory...
But like the weather, she felt on edge...
Fingers tightening around the case handle, she pulled her phone free with her other hand and keyed in the first number on speed dial, holding the phone to her ear. After two rings, a click indicated an answer.
"Feenie's Bait and Tackle, how may I help you?"
"Need to know the best bait for catching a Marlin."
"Operative Lance, you are clear."
"Tell Moyer I got the package... but things went south." There was a pause, the words weighted down like lead on her tongue, "Sutton is dead. There was a struggle and he took a header off the bank roof."
"Do you need an evac?"
Frowning, Ophelia glanced down at the briefcase, "Affirmative. Brits aren't gonna like this. Sutton was one of theirs. Why didn't we know this? There was nothing in his folder about being an operative..."
"Couldn't be helped, O... And anyway, you got the job done and that's what matters. We needed those documents, and Sutton had a chance to cooperate when we offered him asylum. Can you make it to Winagam Tower? We can get a chopper to you from there."
"It's close, yeah. I'll be there in ten." Hanging up, she tucked her phone back into her pocket and looking around, sighed softly. The crowd was growing and she couldn't see the figure anymore, lying prone against the pavement, but she couldn't shake the image from her mind's eye.
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Tugging silk sheets across her form, Ophelia collapsed back against the pillows, shuddering inhales like gasps as her hand came to rest against her pounding pulse. Beside her, James laughed breathlessly, and rolling onto his side, his eyes came to rest on her profile. A hand stretched out and brushed a damp curl from the side of her cheek.
"Pretty boy…" Ophelia sighed, "You are gonna get me killed."
"I told you it wasn't a good idea. But your incessant flirting… I suppose it couldn't be helped." Knuckles gingerly grazing her jaw, he smiled, and leaning in, his lips pressed to her temple, "Now tell me the truth, Ophelia...Did you come into that bar last night, intending to seduce me?"
"I resent that…" Ophelia purred, turning to face him, "Clearly, you seduced me. I had every intention of keeping things strictly professional."
"Oh ho… Is that why you wore that dress? Your office must love you." He teased.
"Oi! They do, actually… but mainly cause I keep the Keurig stocked." Pinching him, she sat up, biting the edge of her lip. After a moment's silence, he folded back against the pillows and his fingertips reached to tiptoe along her bare spine.
"Where'd you go, O?" He asked, his voice melting into a tender softness.
"Hm?"
"You're doing that distance thing…" Sitting up beside her, his lips brushed her shoulder, and with a sigh, Ophelia curled into him.
"Sorry. It's just..." Breathing out, her shoulders rose in a shrug, "This wasn't expected. I'm still processing…"
Brushing her hair from her neck, he trailed a kiss to the base of her ear, "You and me both, Love. Not exactly protocol."
"What do we do?" Turning to him, she met his gaze, and James shrugged, raking his fingers through his hair.
"We figure it out, one day at a time, O."
"One day at a time?" Reaching up, she touched he cheek, brushing her thumb across the light dusting of stubble along his jaw, "So you're staying then?"
"What, here? No… Hell no. I hate this country. I mean to kidnap you."
Laughing, Ophelia shook her head and James tugged her into a firm kiss, yanking her back down to the mattress with him.
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Reaching up, Ophelia touched the necklace at the base of her throat and blinking rapidly, turned the corner in search of the towering skyscraper marked by the signature 'W'. In the reflection of a side mirror on a passing car, Ophelia spotted him following… the hulking figure. He wore a grey ribbed sweater and a pair of wire rimmed glasses, and but for his size, she might have guessed he was just another citizen, on his way to the early morning trade floor. But he moved with purposeful strides, careful to keep his distance, yet observant…
Picking up her pace, she wove into the crowd, bringing the briefcase closer to her chest, heart clattering against the leather. At the base of her back, tucked beneath her jacket, she could feel the cool metal of the Kahr CW9. In the back of her mind, she knew it wasn't a viable option… not in such a crowded space, but it hadn't been more than ten minutes since she'd gotten ahold of the case and already, there was a tail. And it wouldn't be the only one...
Swearing softly, she turned down an alley. At the end was a metal door and pushing it open, Ophelia slipped inside, tugging her phone free again, her fingers brushing out a text.
Can't make the party.
Traffic is killer. Send Mom my love.
Hitting send, a soft swear passed her lips and leaned against the door, she glanced down at the briefcase. There was one option left… And it had to work.