Him & Her {A SPY STORY}

Meetings in Monaco

Annabelle Deschamps had promised herself she'd never dwell on the loneliness aspect of the job but after five years, the promise seemed childish. Yes, she was in a limousine all of Monaco was gaping at ( that never happens in Monaco) but she'd dozed off about twenty times. She'd have liked to talk to the driver for a distraction but this one had a dark mirror separating the compartments. She was almost nodding again when the water came into view.

It was the perfect sunset when she stepped out of the car, the sea breeze playing with her gold-brown hair, and the sky almost a ripe red. The yachts docked in front of her were coming alive with parties, the innumerable clubs behind already packed full. How she wanted to jump into one of them and drink herself senseless. Another meeting with the Agency was the last thing she wanted.

" Hey, uh, miss..." Two old geezers approached from behind. Judging by their haute couture tuxedos and the way they were comfortable here, she guessed they were one of the many billionaires who were here for the Fashion Event of the year.

" Miss Beck... Guinevere Beck." You really are losing your touch.

" Oh really?" the one with the balding spot and a little pot belly extended his hand. " My mom was named so!"

I'm sure she named you Ebenezer. "Good to meet you, sir"

They both laughed half-heartedly. The other one with the very conspicuous nose explained, "we don't do sirs tonight, Guinevere. You look rather lost have you missed your ride?"

"No, I was just arriving but..."

"Would you mind having a drink with us then?"

They didn't even bother to hide their rings. No shame when you had a mountain of green papers to drown your wife into. Annie looked from one to the other, deciding the dusk was too exquisite to waste it playing them for fools.

She smiled her sweetest smile, the one that matched her moss green eyes so perfectly and said, "No, sir I'm perfectly fine waiting here as I was saying I..."

"Really," Big Nose said, looking at her haughtily, which was hilarious. "Do you know with whom you are speaking?"

"A dead man if you interrupt me again."

They were saved from the awkward silence with one of those very loud bikes turning the juncture to drive up the road. They both turned around to see the bike come to a stop just a few feet behind them. The rider was wearing a black leather jacket and black gloves, which accentuated the two men's discomfort when he turned his visored gaze to them. Annie rolled his eyes at him.

He removed his helmet, and Annie found that Jason had become even more handsome, meaning Marsai from Cybersecurity was probably going to gush over him for the whole meeting.

"Are those two bothering you, miss?" He jumped from his bike and approached the two men. The more he approached, the more the two found he was a head taller than them, and the neck tattoos which Annie always wondered how far down they went evoked in them something less tasty.

Two officers, no doubt attracted by Jason's Bike's loudness, approached the altercation. One of the men gestured, "It is this one you might be looking for, officers."

One of the police officers came to them with a brisk pace stopped right in Jason's face and saluted.

"Welcome back ,sir. I'm replacing Sergeant Blake for this port's Coast guard for the week but he warned me you'd be coming."

The two men started to walk away, still pulling off an indignant face. "At ease, man. Would you mind walking these two men to their clubs? They were a little bit lost. And hey you."

Annie smiled and waited for everyone else to walk away from hearing distance. "How was Eastern Europe Jason?"

"Hotter than I expected. Frostbite didn't get to one of my ears." They hugged. Annie felt relief wash over her. She knew Jason was the only other Alpha Class of the Agency, and that always made Annie wonder if any time they met wouldn't be the last. The Agency always made sure they never remained together for too long, after all it was the first time in history that two Alpha Class agents were active together. No need to risk losing them both. Annie might have protested when they were first separated Five years ago but after reading the files, she couldn't underestimate what some would do to cripple the Agency.

But they were both alive, and he still smelled so darn good and she felt his hands cupping her waist and...

Jason spoke first." How's the Old Man doing? He didn't give me a call."

"What? Me neither." She scanned the docks, trying to spot the familiar Agency Yacht. "Maybe he forgot? He's probably twice the age of those two fuckers who were here."

"Forgot? That guy is the only person who remembers how I called my toys back at Facility 0. And age doesn't matter. We'll die before him. We'll die before he gets out of office actually."

He laughed it off but Annie knew the laugh too well because she laughed it too. That laugh that comes after lying to someone that all will be okay when you know it won't. They both scanned the docks till Jason pointed at a little boat drawn between two superyachts like it was their child. It had the little black cloth hanging on its front. They easily made their way to it. Slipping through the throng of people easily, till they reached it. They descended into it without so much as a glance behind and went to the captain's bridge to find the boat's crew playing cards sitting around a table.

The bearded man who shot up and saluted before the others was the captain, of course. "Ahmm... we didn't expect you for another two hours, that's why..."

"We know." Jason stepped closer to the speed board. "It's on purpose so none of you sing it to their wives who'll sing it to other less pleasurable parties. Let's not wait any longer, yes."

He turned something up and the boat rolled under him. He smiled to Annie. "And get me a bottle of champagne for me and the miss."

"We don't have alcohol onboard as the Agency man..."

It was Annie's turn to smile. "How can you be in the Agency and smile so bad, Captain..."

"William sir, I mean, Miss.." the man's breath was now heavy. "I swear we didn't drink it."

"Of course you didn't," Jason headed down, his back to them. "Why would I ask for it if I knew you drank it?" Annie followed him, leaving them to whispers of how did they know?