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 Posted: Wed Jun 06, 2012 8:40 am
No one could make me feel the way he did. But where was he? He was a figment of my imagination. That's where he was. I sat at the bar stool of the dance club waiting. Hoping. Although, having a guy in my line of work was veyr dangerous. A spy could never truely have a wonderful, magnificant love life. There was always a chance we would never be coming home. Or we would turn up on our door step in little pieces.
The music changed and it was a slow paced dance. I scoffed and prepared myself to leave. I asked for a dry martini, slapped some money on the table and downed the entire drink. No point waiting here when I had a mission to finish. My line of logic was science. Science could explain everything.
I arrived home and had my bags ready to leave at midnight. The mission I was about to go on would defy science. Defy everything I thought I knew so how would it happen? It goes like this:
I awoke at eleven and pulled my hair into a ponytail and wore some comfortable jeans and a black tank top. I snatched a small snack as I drove towards the airport. France was my mission. All I could hope for was to infiltrate the high time weapons smugglers and I would be able to get a promotion and do work mostly in the United states. These people had been smuggling in illegal weapons since the beginning of the United States and French treaty.
I boarded my plane and sat in my assigned seat, a window seat. I felt the plan fill but ignored the commotion. I felt someone sit down next to me and didn't bother sending even a glance their way.
"Hi, I'm Omarii." The person sitting next to me said in an Irish accent.
I glanced over and saw him holding a hand up for me to shake. "Hey." I said. "I'm Merci."
"Cool name. So why you going to France?"
"Business." I shortly said, turning away. This was going to be a long trip.
( Sorry for the short story but there is more. Let me know what you think please!)
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Posted: Wed Jun 06, 2012 10:38 pm
We were silent. Until he spoke again.
"So what exactly is your business in France?" Omarii questioned.
"What exactly is your concern about what my business is?"
"Just trying for a conversation. I wonder, do you talk to your friends as curtly as you do me?"I sighed in frustration.
"I don't exactly have many friends. My work doesn't permit many friends outside of work. Even then."
"What company do you work for."
"It' not a company. It is sort of a private enterprise." Too much information! I scolded myself and studied this man attempting to converse with me. He had a long hair style, combed back naturally. It was a dark brown or maybe black. He wore a jean jacket over a Falling in Reverse shirt. He wore a pair of loose jeans and regular tennis shoes. What could he be doing in France?
"Oh, I see. A home business." Sure, why not let him think that. My blonde locks fell int omy face from my pony tail and I brushed them back. My hair was so bothersome, I truely wanted to chop it all off. There was absolutely no point in keeping something that would get me recognized.
"Do you mind, I'd like some piece and quiet." I said pulling out a book.
"What book is that?" Another frustrated sigh escaped my lips. Temper in check, I reminded myself. No need to show this pathetic civilian what you are cabable of.
"It is a book called Toys by James Patterson."
"Good author. How many of his books have you read?" Omarii lifted the book from my hands and began reading the back.
"Several. I read the Women's Murder Club series. It is was to easy to figure out clues." I snagged the book back and blocked out Omarii as best I could. A seven hour flight and only an hour and a half had passed. Like I mentioned before, a long flight.
"You know, I have been to France before. If you have any free time I could definatly show you around."
"If I wanted to tour I would quite my job. Not possible, so I'll stick with business. Thanks though." I responded, curling my feet underneath me. Nothing was going to make this guy shut up, not even a muzzle.
"Just an offer. I'm on business as well, need o get back to my gang." My ears perked up at that. Was I sitting next to one of the weapon smugglers?
"Gang?" I questioned, worried I was revealing to much information.
"Friends, you know people I hang out with."
"Oh, well I'm from America. You say gang and I think druggie gangsters that have rival gangs. Like Bloods and Crips."
"Nope. Just friends." His Irish accent seemed slightly less annoying and a little more attractive.
No, Rachelle, no thinking about guys. You have a mission to accomplish! Distractions could cost me my life and here was one right next to me. Omarii fell silent thankfully and I returned to my book. The rest of the flight was silent between Omarii and me besides him offering to buy my a drink and my declining it. The stops were wonderful because I got the oppurtunity to stretch and release cramps. When the plane finally landed in France, I automatically put on my game face.
First, I needed to track down a weapon smuggler, then I needed to set up survelliance. Normally, I would have a partner working with me, but infiltration came first for this and then came the partnership. I sighed, grabbed my luggage and made my way to my hotel.
(Sorry if it isn't detailed enough. I would appreciate multiple suggestions and definatly some hints about what I should add, take out or elaborate on. Please point out grammar mistakes. Thank you, and more to come if you wish.If not, i'll try a new story :~))
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Posted: Wed Jun 06, 2012 10:48 pm
Myde14Niia He wore a jean jacket over a Falling in Reverse shirt. I meant Myde14Niia He wore a jean jacket over a Falling in Reverse shirt, only later would I understand the irony of that shirt.
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Posted: Thu Jun 07, 2012 2:10 am
i rilly like it ur good at this. smile
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Posted: Thu Jun 07, 2012 10:20 am
your babbygirl i rilly like it ur good at this. smile Thanks any crituqe or suggestions?
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Posted: Thu Jun 07, 2012 8:25 pm
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Posted: Sat Jun 09, 2012 12:31 pm
How so? I'm I repetitive? What??
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Posted: Mon Nov 26, 2012 5:37 pm
I think it has potential. Perhaps maybe if taking out so much detail in what she is wearing, so that it can be simple. Maybe add things into the story to understand what she is wearing overtime. But overall, really nice 3nodding
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Posted: Tue Feb 12, 2013 8:02 am
I have to agree with Mizz Frappucino on this one.
So far, so good. wink
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