I checked into my hotel and then rode the elevator up to my suite. Even though I was certain that nobody had followed me here on my mission, I shut the curtains just in case . . . in all rooms. After closed the curtains I began setting up my survelliance stuff.

After I had finished setting it up, I stuck a few hand fulls of bugs into my jacket pocket. I placed a few around my suite and then called a cab to come pick me up. I changed into more flexiable clothing like yoga pants and a black spaghetti strap shirt.

The phone rang and I jumped, but then answered to, "Bonjour Madamouselle Merci Tarem. Your taxi has arrived."

"Merci, Monsiuer." I responded then hung up. I snatched up my leather jacket from the desk chair and went down to my cab. A driver holding the sign 'Tarem' stood infront of a blue taxi cab. I strode over, handed him a handful of Euros and climbed into the vehicle. The drive took an hour because of many pedestrians and a few other automobiles. My thoughts strayed towards that guy on the plane. Omarii. He had actually been cute. Had the circumstances been different, I might have given him my number. But then again maybe not after what happens. See he is a very important person.

The water glistened from the sun beautifully. No, I scolded, keep your mind on the mission. I strode towards the boatyard like a normal pedestrian. It was laid with tar and looked absolutely horrid and smelled purtrid. I casually walked towards an electric fence looking around, spotting blind spots on the revolving cameras. I placed a few bugs here and there until I came up to the fence. It was about five feet tall with barbed wire on the top to conduct electricity. I noted when they cameras would be blind to me and then walked back a little bit. I took a running start and pushed myself into high jump. I sailed over the fence, somersaulted in the air and then landed, knees bent and one hand splayed out to stay balanced.

I stood casually as if nothing happened and started roaming around the boat yard placing bugs on as many covert locations as possible. I was nearing the edge of the boat yard and came upon a dinky little boat that was extremelly run down. I heard two voices talking in a foriegn language to me. Perhaps Swedish, perhaps not. I heard another person approaching and hid. The conversation in the presumed Swedish turned to Russian. Good now I could follow along.

"Where is my gun?" The new voice harshly asked. Then again it was Russian so everything sounded rough.

"Not here, we must go somewhere else to make sure we are being cautious." A voice said, sounding vaguely familiar.

"Where shall we go then?" The third voice asked.

"To my pent house of course." Said the familiar voice. I heard them begin to move. The boat was not all that tall so I leaped on to gain a better vantage point. Two dark heads and one blonde head poked up at me. I moved to the edge of the boat and prepared for my move. Nothing could change my mind, except perhaps the thought of death, but that was not going to happen. I side flipped over the side of the boat and landed on my feet nicely. Oh how I loved acrobatics, and I got to do them alot with this job of mine.

Three faces looked at me with surprise. "Hey boys," I said in fluent Russian, "how do I get in on this deal?"