Kalopsia | s. mcgarrett

1| Men and their egos

Bella's P.O.V.

The sun blazed up in the sky, as the waves crashed onto the shore. Music tore through the silence that usually accompanied the beach's view and weather. Women were clad in barely there bikinis, walking around the quite enormous patio of the suspects' house, overlooking the notorious beach of Hawaii. Men wore shorts, their upper bodies exposed for women to ogle at and men to stare jealously at with venomous expressions.

My red bikini duo, and white shawl strapped around my waist with a straw fedora were the only pieces of clothing on me as I sipped on a pina colada, the cold drink quenching my thirst. My sunglasses had assisted me in looking over everyone in this party without raising suspicion.

People here were either oblivious of Silas Pilov's, the host of the party, affiliation with crimes, or they knew, but chose to ignore it. I was present at this party to take down the notorious leader of an infamous drug cartel, taking over operations from Columbia to Honolulu.

But, I have to say, the guy does have good taste.

"You having fun there, Bella?" My comm that was situated inside my ear, covered by my long black locks, started to buzz with static before Matt's comment.

"Actually, I am. You know, maybe I should take a vacation." I muttered, while the straw of my refreshing drink sat on top of my lower lip. "Two days in, and you'll be begging for a mission." I smiled at his comment, which was true. S.H.I.E.L.D. was my life, it always will be, so to think I can go for at least a week without any mission, or such, is probably near the impossible.

"You have to get his attention, you need to be near him to hear him talking to others about his operations, which would seal this case." Matt informed me, as I glanced over to the aforementioned man seated on a high platform in the middle of his Hawaiian patio, looking as modest as ever. I scoffed, men like him disgust me, thinking they're better than everyone.

I stood up from my position, laying down on the beach bed that was in front of the long, blue-colored pool, situated in the middle of the modernly designed patio. "I will handle it." I informed my restless partner, as I pulled off the white shawl and tossing it at the bed, with the straw hat the tamed my restless black curls.

"We have visual, what is your plan?" I smirked at Eva's question. I could almost hear the smirk that adorned her face. "My plan? Use his gender and ego against him, which will most probably backfire at his face." I heard the protests of Matt and Will, as I walked down the South steep stairs of the pool, cool water pricking at my tanned skin.

When the porcelain-like water had reached up to my breasts, I dived in, moving my hands as I swam from one end of the pool to the other. I continued the action, as my waterproof comm kept me in the loop of the discussion my team was having; what in the actual hell is my plan.

After I was sure that no one would be suspicious of me, I swam over to the side of the pool, which gave the people residing at the patio a full view of who is entering and leaving the pool from the North side.

As the music had suddenly become louder, I walked out of the pool as sexy as I can. A hand on the left side of my hip as the other held onto the railing as I walked up the stairs of the pool. Water pooling down my body as I flipped my soaked hair to the side and stood completely straight as I reached the top and out of the pool.

I accentuated the movement of my hips, putting more of an effort at my walk. Pulling of the smoldering look, I felt the eyes of many, but most importantly, Silas', as I grabbed the shawl one of the help had given me, wrapping it around my waist.