Haven: Love For Me (#1)

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Time, fourteen hundred hours and forty three minutes: 14:43  UTC
Location, Sant Marti, Barcelona, Spain
Mission number, hundred and seventeen: 117
Objective: retrieve the case.

You think it would be easy right? Wrong.

See, you know the objective but never the target. The objective is always easy, the target? That's a whole other ball park. You never know who you'll have to deal with or what you'd have to do to successfully complete the mission. At one point in my secret-spy-undercover-double-life, I kind of gave up on the entire success thing. I was down in a rut, literally, already depressed because I had to give up my date with this really cute guy, Holland Rhodes, to play dress-up in red silk and infiltrate a Russian Casino, for a small black poker chip, and then some creep decided it would be a good thing to put his hand up my dress. I mean, unless he was Holland Rhodes, you do not do that to a young lady. It didn't help that that I was thrown into the sewers where there were several other captives: all rich, all filled with knowledge and none as cute as Holland Rhodes.

Ah, mission 89; the bittersweet memories.

I never saw Holland Rhodes after that, ever again. He had moved back to his old town before I even had the chance to say sorry and give a rubbish excuse like, my dog ate my homework. Even though I didn't have a dog and I was allergic to dogs. Did I mention I despise dogs? There's apparently a dog in Hell. Thank God I'm not going there.

I sat on the edge of the roof, swinging my legs as I popped the last of my fries into my mouth. I was very thankful that McDonalds was international. And twenty four hours. And the fact that fries existed. Can you imagine a semi-stake out without food? The horror.

Lord knows how poor people have thick chips. They could probably take other things that were thick too. Poor souls. 

I didn't know what was taking so long. My stomach made an inhumane sound. I needed a green light, the smell of rubber burning, a crackle in my ear... anything! Mainly, so I could go get more food. But anything! My legs were going cold here. Hello, little light in the sky, God, Jesus, Santa, whoever that exists up there in space: maybe aliens; can you hear me? If so, I'm waiting. And I've ran out of fries.

As if my message was received, I got a little green light. Or black. Or a noise. However best fits your description.

"Black SUV, incoming, at three o'clock," I heard the crackle in my ear, "Rounding the corner on Carrer Batista to Camí Antic de Valencia." 

They really needed to sort out these little ear pods. Not only were they irritating but I could barely make out a sound. It was all just a cocophony of noises. Did he just say something Valencia? Why did that sound familiar? 

My gaze caught the street sign, Camí Antic de Valencia,  within my eyesight.

Oh.

Camí Antic de Valencia was the street directly below me. Oh God, directly below me. They were directly below me. I wasn't ready. When is a girl ever ready? Oh God, they were directly below me in three, two -  I leaped off the beige-stoned roof.

Woosh.

My arms spread out as if I was flying. The air slapped against my face, blocking my ears of its hearing. With a thud, I landed on the top of the SUV. At least the driver was inconspicuous of my existence. Instantly, my hands reached for the edges, my fingernails digging into the metal. Obviously, I spoke too soon; he just had to swerve, didn't he? I'm definitely going to get my nails done after this. TESS owes me one. 

I bet you're wondering what the fuck is going on, hm? Why a girl like me is gripping on to dear life on a SUV? And why that SUV is currently swerving through a park?