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message 1: by Gemma (new)

Gemma (bookmoodreviews) | 241 comments Ok, this is only an introduction. I hope you like. :)

*****

Gasoline.

Heat.

Pain.

Her eyes shot open and Heather found herself still strapped into the SUV, except now she upside down. Something wet trickled down her cheek. She tried to use her right hand to wipe it away, but almost screamed in pain as her arm protested at the attempt. Her left hand still held her bosses briefcase, though the fact that the silver handcuffs would have prevented it from leaving her side.

Panic began to build inside her as the realisation that the driver and her bodyguard were now dead in the front. She could see the bullet hole that had went through the windscreen, and subsequently through both men and the head rest. As she tried to think what had happened leading up to her current situation, her mind went blank.

Heather twisted in her constraint, noticing for the first time that the fire was coming from the other car travelling in their convoy. She could see the flames dance against the dark night sky. Help would be on its way, it just had to be. No one could miss the flames, except… As Heather listened, she found that there was no sound. Again her mind came up with a blank on where she was or where she was going. Infact the only things Heather could remember were her name and that the case attached to her arm was her bosses. Everything else was a black void. She didn’t know her second name, her age or where she came from. It was as if she was a blank page.

The door to her right suddenly opened, the metal protesting at being pried open. Strong arms pulled a lean muscular body over the broken glass. Her rescuer turned towards her, his face chisled and unshaven. His eyes were dark, but Heather didn’t know if this was due to the dakrness of the car or if they were really like this. She noticed that he had a scar that ran from his hair line down to his eyebrow and that his nose was crooked, obviously from being broken and not being reset properly.

“Miss Gordan, I’m going to cut the seat belt,” he explained, calmly as he brought a large hunting knife into view. “I need you to prepare for the fall ok. If you understand me, just nod.”

Heather nodded, unsure if her voice would work.

With his large hands he took one part of the black seat belt, making a loop before placing the serated edge of the knife through it. “Ok. Ready? One… Two… Three”

Suddnely Heather was free, but her joy was short lived as she fell awkwardly on to her damaged arm. She bit back the scream. Storng arms were suddenly around her neck, as the man began easing her out of the overturned car. The broken shards of glass scraped along her bare legs, but Heather didn’t care.

Once out into the open, the cold air whipped at her skin. Heather sighed before opening her eyes and taking in her surroundings. The male helped her to a large oak tree, settling her down. With little emotion he began patting her down, checking for injuries. When she winced as he touched her tender right arm, he sucked in a breath.

“Yeah, dislocated shoulder,” he stated. “Probably broke your wrist too. OK. Stay here, I need to go get something.”

Heather nodded dumbly, before watching as he moved towards the SUV. He wore dark pants alon with a dark sweater. His hair was cut short and in the light of the fire, it seemed orange. Heather guessed blonde in daylight. Probably ex-military. Something about him just seemed to scream that, but she didn’t know why.

The man disappeared out of sight, but Heather could still hear him as he re-entered the SUV. She took a moment to look around.

They were in a heavily wooded area, with large slopes leading up into the darkness. The air was cold, hinting that there was snow on the way. The SUV she had been travelling in, was one of those all terrain vehicles, but it was a sleek black. As she looked to her right, all she could see was a dense darkness. There was no animal sounds, nothing. There was no hints on where she might be, although she was unsure if they would help, what with her mind being a complete blank.

The man was back, two medium sized rucksacks slung over one shoulder. “Can you walk?” he asked.

Heather swallowed before trying to speak. “I… I think I can,” she croaked.

“OK, that’s good Miss Gordon,” he replied. “We have to get going. That explosion will no doubt have roused someones attention. There are some hunting lodges twenty clicks East. We should reach there before that storm hits.”

With that final word, the male started walking left, down a slight decline. Heather stood there, unsure what to do. She didn’t know this man. She didn’t know how he got here or what he was doing, but her gut told her that she had to move. Something or someone was coming and if she didn’t leave the scene, she would be dead.


message 2: by Zee (new)

Zee Monodee (zee_monodee) | 688 comments Love this prologue, Gem! It's catchy!


message 3: by Gemma (new)

Gemma (bookmoodreviews) | 241 comments Thanks. I was trying to think of why my heroine would be stranded and then it hit me. Nothing makes you rely on someone else when you are stuck in a snow storm and no memory. Plus we will find out a bit more about the "accident" and what is in the case.......

It just kind of came to me.


message 4: by Zee (new)

Zee Monodee (zee_monodee) | 688 comments Lol, keep it up! I'm hooked.


 Danielle The Book Huntress (Wants to Read More) (gatadelafuente) | 9694 comments Mod
Nicely done, Gem. I want to read more!


message 6: by Gemma (new)

Gemma (bookmoodreviews) | 241 comments Thanks. This is my first stab at a non PNR story.


message 7: by CaliGirlRae (new)

CaliGirlRae (rae_l) | 274 comments Ooh can't wait for more. That opening had me right from the start and didn't let go. :-)


message 8: by Arch (new)

Arch  | 4110 comments Mod
Gem, are you going to write some more?


message 9: by Gemma (new)

Gemma (bookmoodreviews) | 241 comments Yeah, RL has distracted me but I am going to write more


message 10: by Arch (new)

Arch  | 4110 comments Mod
Okay Gem. :)


message 11: by Gemma (new)

Gemma (bookmoodreviews) | 241 comments I have the outline for the story now and the next bit is a flash back to this mysterious hero we have just sen. It will raise questions about him.


message 12: by Arch (new)

Arch  | 4110 comments Mod
okay. :)


message 13: by Gemma (new)

Gemma (bookmoodreviews) | 241 comments Not to worry though. My mission tonight is to start the next bit.


message 14: by Arch (new)

Arch  | 4110 comments Mod
Gem H aka *Dhelirious* wrote: "Not to worry though. My mission tonight is to start the next bit."

Take your time. You don't have to rush your story. This is an ongoing story.


message 15: by Gemma (new)

Gemma (bookmoodreviews) | 241 comments Sorry it took so long. :)

*******************************
Three days earlier

The restaurant was busy, as was usual for the lunch hour in the middle of the financial district of London. Bram scanned the room, taking in his surroundings out of habit. There was really no need to for he had been coming for these appointments long enough to recite the layout and draw a complex map. The old habits were hard to shake and as his mentor had taught him, it always paid to be careful.

The maitre-de cam up to the podium, a friendly smile fixed on his face. “Ah, sir,” he beamed, careful not to mention his name. “Your appointment waits for you. Please follow me.” He swept his arm, indicating to Bram to proceed. There were a few mumbles behind him, but Bram ignored them.

To the outside world he was just another corporate monkey in a pale blue suite, meeting a clientele or a potential supplier for lunch. Though he was sure there were few corporate monkeys who could bench press nearly three hundred pounds and had trained as part of the SAS before being recruited by another more secret part of the government. Bram smiled as he watched Mr CEO scoffing down caviar and fresh smoked salmon, all while washing it down with the most expensive champagne in the restaurant. Little did any of them know that this whole place was bankrolled by his employers.

The whole purpose of this building was to give their agents a place to meet, free in the knowledge that there was no way they could be overheard, or that any mission could be compromised. No doubt the patrons would laugh at the thought that the men and women who served them were all part of an intricate machine which made sure that this façade would stay in place.

Bram shook his head, chuckling slightly to himself. Yup, to every other joe public, he was part of their own little world, carving out his own empire.

A few paces further, the maitre-de pushed open the door to the private saloon where all the agents went to be briefed on their assignment.

Bram strode in, noticing with dismay on who his contact would be for this mission. His stomach rolled over, his appetite gone. Out of everyone in the organisation, he had to get Her.

“Sir, someone will come and take your order shortly,” the maitre-de instructed, practically pushing him into the dimly lit room.

Once Bram was over the threshold, the door closed behind him with a click. The room had floor to ceiling walnut panels, with small booths scattered across the walls. Only three were occupied, one with only one occupant. Sighing, he went over, wishing he were back in the deep jungles of Venezuela rather than here with her.

When he reached the table, Bram cleared his throat. She was looking over the menu. “Sit down Bram,” she barked. “We aren’t standing on ceremony in here.” This was the friendliest she would get.

Bram slid into the booth and clasped his hands in front of him, on the table. He sat and waited, knowing to bait her would make things worse.

She closed the menu, before placing it beside her. Then with blood red tipped fingers, she picked up the glass of water and took a sip. Her steely grey eyes ran over him, evaluating him on some level he didn’t understand.

Bram noticed the small stray streaks of grey that now adorned her chestnut hair. Her face now had the faint lines of age, yet she was still a very attractive woman. Her face had a softness that the job still hadn’t managed to beat out of her. Pity her tongue wasn’t the same.

“Venezuela went well?” she asked, though she already knew the answer. The fact he was here was proof enough.

Bram leaned back, though the tension still didn’t leave his body. “As well as can be expected, Bronte,” he replied.

Bronte, twirled the stem of the water glass between her fingers. “And the package?” she asked, one eyebrow cocked.

Bram bit back a retort. She knew damn well about the package, but she was his superior and he had to jump through her hoops. “Delivered to our American counterparts, as promised,” he replied through gritted teeth. “As was documented in my report.” He chastised himself at the last comment.

Bronte smiled. “Always the smart ass, Bram.” She stopped twirling the glass and reached to her right, before pulling up a red leather bound folder. It resembled the type the corporate monkeys carried with them to their own meetings, but instead of corporate accounts and fiscal growth, this contained much more delicate matters. “I did read the report, but I like to hear it from my own agents.” She opened the folder, glancing over something that Bram couldn’t see. “Nice work, by the way. That little ‘incident’ never even so much as made a ripple in the news. Twain sends his thanks.”

Bram nodded at the mention of their American collegue. “So what is the job this time?” he asked.

Bronte looked up at him, a smile playing on her lips. She closed the folder before sliding it across the table. “That’s why I requested you Bram. You are ever the charmer, as the good doctors mistress can attest to.”

Bram cringed at the mention of his previous missions mistress and his role in seducing the information on his whereabouts out of her. The task was pretty simple. The Firms American counterpart wanted Fernando Delamarto, a known drug and war lord captured and brought to the Mexican border. Unfortunatly, their agents identity had been compromised due to a suspicious hacking of their own database of agents in Venezaula. Three agents were found dead and the rest were pulled out. IT seemed Fernando had friends in very high places.

Since the British arm was still under the radar, Bram was tasked to extract him. He went in as a British business owner, wishing to expand his import export business into the area. Seducing Loretta DeLa Fortu was not part of it, but ever the sucker for a beautiful lady, he had ended up between the sheets and between the thighs of the luscious Hispanic temptress. It still pained him that he had to put a bullet through her head when he found out she was an agent for the Cuban drug cartel that also wanted Delamarto, though rather than the information they wanted him dead. Loretta was their to carry out the same task as Bram.

Bram looked at Bronte, unsure how she knew his part in Loretta’s demise. His mouth opened and shut as if he were a ship gasping for air.

“DAMN IT BRAM!” Bronte snapped,. “No need to like a fucking drowning fish. You honestly think that the death of one of the Black Widow Operatives wouldn’t go unnoticed. Your just lucky our clean up crew managed to destroy the CCTV footage of you and her before her people did.” Bronte reached over and tapped the footage. “Though this assignment might not be so easy, regardless the sex of the target.”

Bram mentally shook himself, before picking up the folder and opening it. Inside there was the usual information; personal details of the target, possible location, daily comings and goings. As Bram looked over his assignment, he frowned. This wasn’t the usual target that they were usually after. This was a female about twenty nine years old. Nothing suspicious about her occupation, which was recorded as laboratory assistant to Dr Felix Hunter, the world renound expert in the field of molecular biology. Again nothing unusual as he was involved in numerous high profile research programs associated with curing cancers and degenerative disease. He was cleaner than a virgin in a nunnary.

After rereading the file for the third time, he placed it back down on the table, still none the wiser. “Ok, what am I missing?” he asked reluctantly. “Both seem normal civilians. Neither have any suspicious links either personally or professionally. The programs they are involved in are all legit, our intel has proven that. So what makes this woman so important that my requested vacation time has been suspended?”

“Dr Felix Hunter was murdered in Monte Carlo last night,” Bronte replied flatly.

Bram took a sip of water. “Not according to the papers. He jumped off that balcony of his own free will. Open and shut case.”

Bronte smiled. “Or so it seems.” She pulled another folder out from under the desk and pushed it towards Bram. “Dr Hunter’s autopsy and as you can see he was very much dead prior to his ‘suicide’” She placed air quotes around the last word. “Dr Hunter was working on some top secret project with the target. No one knows what it was about. Everything was gone. His laptop and mobile were missing, though he never travels without it. His online accounts were corrupted to the point that even our boys can’t get a damn thing out of it.”

Bram scanned the report as Bronte continued talking about the circumstances around Dr Hunters death, nodding every so often.

“The last person to see him alive was his assistant, a Miss Miranda Gordon. As the first file shows, she appears to be just a normal young woman in her first research post. Both she and Dr Hunter were in Monte Carlo for non business reasons. There is talk that they were having an affair and that Dr Hunters wife paid of the press to keep the detail of their laison out of the papers.”

“I still don’t see why this has anything to do with us. Could be a case Hunter was calling everything off with Miss Gordon and she took revenge.” He pointed down to the folder. “Autopsy said it was poison so it seems a crime of passion. Another possible explination is that his wife paid someone to off her husband and make it look like an accident.”

Bronte smiled. “Or the third option is all three are in this together. We suspect that there was an arrangment between Dr Hunter, his wife and Miss Gordon to take that data, whatever it is, if anything should happen to Dr Hunter. This is further backed up by the fact that a mere two hours after his death five contracts were put out on bringing Miss Gordon back to numerous crime lords alive. Our intel has managed to identify a woman matching Miss Gordons appearance contacting the security firm Dr Hunter used when he was working on sensitive cases. Their task was to escort this woman to Budapest. The reasons remain sketchy, but we know that the convoy reached their destination early this morning. Your job is to make sure that Miss Gordon reaches her final destination safely. You are not to engage with the target. You are to remain a ghost. We don’t know what is going on but our only chance is to see where this bread trail leads us.“ Bronte got up and placed a manila envelope on the table. “You are booked on the next flight to Budapest. There you will meet our local contact who will give you further details.“

Bronte began walking to the door. Before she left, she turned to Bram. “And Bram, if she ends up dead or that laptop doesn’t make it back, don’t come back.”


message 16: by Zee (new)

Zee Monodee (zee_monodee) | 688 comments Whew Gem!! This is awesome! Got me hooked all over.


message 17: by Gemma (new)

Gemma (bookmoodreviews) | 241 comments Thanks. :D

Once I got going it was hard to stop me. The only thing that I needed tweaking was the why and the where and the what. We have a general why Bram has this mission, we now know roughly where, but we still don't know whats in that suitcase. I now have a pretty firm idea on what it is that's in there and how Heather and Miranda fit together.


 Danielle The Book Huntress (Wants to Read More) (gatadelafuente) | 9694 comments Mod
That was so good. I love it!!


message 19: by Gemma (new)

Gemma (bookmoodreviews) | 241 comments Aww thanks. Blame spooks aka MI5 for this story. Lol


 Danielle The Book Huntress (Wants to Read More) (gatadelafuente) | 9694 comments Mod
You write the spy theme very, very well!


message 21: by Zee (new)

Zee Monodee (zee_monodee) | 688 comments Lol, it did have a very Spooks feel to it. Bronte reminded me of M though. :)


message 22: by Gemma (new)

Gemma (bookmoodreviews) | 241 comments I tried to stroke the balance between M and Miranda from the devil wears Prada, cept she is a spy chief


 Danielle The Book Huntress (Wants to Read More) (gatadelafuente) | 9694 comments Mod
I like Miranda. She's tough and elegant!


message 24: by Zee (new)

Zee Monodee (zee_monodee) | 688 comments Lol, M and Miranda - good job, girl. :)


message 25: by Arch (new)

Arch  | 4110 comments Mod
Gem, when will you post the next installment?


message 26: by Gemma (new)

Gemma (bookmoodreviews) | 241 comments poop. I need to get cracking with this too!

So slipped my mind. I had started the next installment and its now in the deep recesses of my PC. lol!


message 27: by Arch (new)

Arch  | 4110 comments Mod
lol.

I don't want to be the only person working on a challenge story.


message 28: by Zee (new)

Zee Monodee (zee_monodee) | 688 comments Lol, you're not the only one, Arch. We're all here... uh, somewhere... :)


message 29: by Arch (new)

Arch  | 4110 comments Mod
ok Zee


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