The lingering light was slowly obliterated by the gently falling night. The once salmon and purple sky transformed into an engulfing expanse of black. Luminous stars materialized amongst the sea of blackness. Some were dull, merely flickering into existence every now and then, but there was an adequate amount of shimmering stars after all. The lake glistened, mirroring the dazzling assemblage of glittering stars and the radiating moon. In that spring night, the sky stood, an inky canopy of darkness freckled only by the fewest of stars, where just hours ago it had been a blue day. The soothing sound of the lake mixed in with the silence, until it was occasionally interrupted by voices that chattered about the bar, the drinks, the meals... irrelevant stuff that constituted irrelevant conversations held by irrelevant people.

The rectangular platform on the lake, fenced in all sides, leaving a small gap at the back so that guests could access it, was host to one beautiful woman. She stood on the far end, right across the entrance gap, her elbows leaning on the fence while her legs crossed behind each other elegantly. Her golden hair curled down her back, a couple of strands falling over her shoulders. She stood there on her flats - her height being significant - as her blue eyes took in the sight of that beautiful spring night. The air was chilly, but her arms were bare and the cold air felt good on her bronzed skin. Her tight red dress slid down to her knees, marking her curves daringly yet leaving a trace of elegance in her silhouette. The wooden floor creaked slightly when taking on the weight of another guest. His shoes tapped the floor a few times, until he reached the edge of the platform, and stood parallel to her, a metre apart.

His brown eyes quickly scanned her, his jaw slightly dropping. She was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, she resembled a goddess. He composed himself and looked forward again, stunned at the view.

"Beautiful night, don't you think?" she said casually, still watching the water reflect the moon. He snorted and she turned her head to him, a curious look on her face. She had a cocked eyebrow and a little smirk, "What?"

"Nothing." he shook his head, "You're american." he commented looking back at her. He felt the air was punched out of him when he met her blue eyes with his brown ones. She smiled at his comment, noting his British accent.

"And you're British." she smiled looking forward again.

"That, I am." he agreed, sliding his hands in his black trousers. "I've never seen you here before." he added.

"It's my first time."

"I see."

"Why?" she laughed looking at him, now, she knew she was on mission, but eye candy was eye candy. She had a British man, a handsome British man standing next to her. He was wearing a nice black suit with a dark red shirt, unbuttoned a few buttons near the collarbone. He had wide shoulders and what seemed like well-built body. His hair was short - a military cut - and his beard was neat. He had thin lips, the lips of a most-likely talented kisser. "You come here a lot?"

"As a matter of fact I do." he shrugged, "I host a lot of parties here. And I'm generally familiar with the guests."

"Hmm, and I'm not one of those, huh?" he turned to her.

"I would know if you were." he stated, his voice slightly deeper than before.

"Well, that's too bad." she sighed standing straight. He gasped at her height.

"Bloody hell, you're a tall woman." he said. "A tall, gorgeous-looking, blonde, american woman." he described her, "Whose daughter are you?" he said narrowing his eyes at her while scanning for any possible familiar traits.

"What?" she laughed.

"Well, you're certainly not here with your partner, he would be a fool to leave you unaccompanied."

"I'm here with some friends." she told him.

"Ah, I see. Why so far from home?" he asked.

"Says the British guy." she teased. He smirked.

"Well I'm here on work, as a representative I host four parties a year here, one for each season."

"Oh, so you're someone important?" she said leaning on the fence sideways.

"My gran' says I am." he joked lazily. "I'm Lance, Lance Hunter." he said taking his right hand out of his pocket and presenting it to her. She took it, his warm touch spreading through her hand.

"Barbara Morsel." she said smiling, "But my friends call me Bobbi."

"Nice to meet you, Bobbi." he said letting go of her cold hand. His phone buzzed and he took it out of his blazer, checking the screen briefly and putting it in his trousers' pocket. "Temperature drops quickly at night, huh?" he observed.

"Yeah well, the view is worth it." She turned back to the lake, her eyes fixating on the dark horizon. Hunter took off his blazer and gently placed it on her shoulders.

"Don't want you catching a cold, sweetheart." he shrugged. "Enjoy the view." he said walking away.

"Where are you going?" she asked softly while looking over her shoulder.

"Need to finish some work stuff." he replied dryly. "I hope to see you at the party tomorrow, Bobbi." he added while marching off. She smiled and looked forward again. A few minutes after he left she pulled her cellphone out from her bra and dialled a number.

"Morse." she said, her tone serious and professional. "I've made contact with the target." she reported. "Everything's good. Heartly's clear." she added.