Chapter One
It's silent. The thing you could hear is the wind whistling through every nook and cranny of this city. When you hear the wind whistling, it's like a flute, playing its tune. A tune that will mesmerize you. A tune that will enchant you. A tune that will bring you to Venice.
The stars are twinkling above, reflected in the waters below, calm in the Grand Canal. The artificial lights are dim, where only the moon's ivory glow illuminates the city. A light that it is not like the sun to blind you. A place where there is never no light to scare you. But a place where light can envelope you, caress you, keep you safe. The moonlight of Venice.
Many are tucked in their beds, sleeping. Smiling at their pleasant and warm dreams, or tossing and turning, stuck in their horrible nightmares. Yes, they are all asleep. Except for two. Two figures stand atop of a high balcony, surveying all of Venice from above. A man draped in dark clothing, his face barely seen by a hood and mask. He stands there stoically, holding a weapon encased in its sheath with an iron grip. Beside him is a woman, her chocolate hair flowing in the wind. On the top of her head is a worn, tan Stetson. Her rusty red duster coat, flowing along, the gun in her holster is easily seen. Although, her attitude is different from her partner. She smiles at the view, leaning against the rail of the balcony, looking towards the distance.
"Venice is a crazy place. How are ever going to find it?" Her thick Midwestern accent broke the whistling wind.
"It's in here. I know it." A calm British voice cooed.
"You think you know everythin', don't cha?" She crossed her arms.
"Where else would it be? Considering how Venice is laid out, it's the perfect place to hide something."
"Where do we start?" She asked.
"We have our lead." He kept staring into the distance.
"What good will our lead give us?"
"It's not the lead itself. It's what the lead possess."
"Ya know, I don't like hangin' wich ya at this time of night. Ya sound like a fortune cookie."
"It's the atmosphere. You have to give me that."
She huffed, "Fine. What's our plan?"
"Thankfully to our insider, we have cameras inside. We know what has been going inside for the past two days. We know when he comes and goes."
"And by 'we', ya mean, 'you', obviously." She looked over at the hidden, stoic man.
"I know that we have to work as a team, but can you just leave the surveillance to me?"
"Of course. While you can sit 'round and watch them cameras, I can get some souvenirs."
"This is not a shopping trip. Our goal here is to find what we were tasked to look for."
"Right. So what's our next step?"
"We wait until he leaves. After observing his behavior, he'll likely take the bait."
"And what is the bait?"
The man reared his head towards his partner. The partner suddenly got the gist and laughed.
"Oh, no! I am not going to be the bait!"
"You don't have a choice. You look quite fetching, he'll surely stop for you."
"Aren't ya sweet?" She sneered, "But you owe me a favor after we find what we're looking for."
"Of course. You have my word."
"Damn right I have your word." She drew her pistol and fired a shot in the air, alerting the man.
"What is wrong with you? You want to wake up the whole city?" He stormed up to her and snatched her pistol.
"What?" She snatched her pistol and returned it back into the holster. "Consider it my hello to Venice." She walked to the door.
"Out of all the people to be partnered with, I get the gun crazy newcomer." He sighed.
"Ya comin'? I reckon we get some sleep for tomorrow." She smirked as he came up to her, "Gotta get my beauty rest if I gots to look fetchin'."
"Get inside."
The cowgirl opened the door and went inside, followed by the disguised man. What purpose did they have in Venice? Who are they? What are they after? Questions such as these boggle the mind and slowly torture those who desperately seek the answer.
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