I got back to this... I wrote it throughut last week... though now I must go. tell me what you think!
Trial Of Miles
Her accounts were frozen, Her phone was left behind. Regina was out there… Destitute. God Know's where the hell had the trial sent her. The world is immense. Not to mention she could have been taken to another realm. Maybe it wasn't too bad. maybe she was in new York or Florida somewhere warm. This country was big but not too big that I couldn't find her. I scoured the nets. maybe she had left some sort of foot print.
She had attempted to contact a bank… from a location that was unknown. It was two days, until I heard anything at all from her. Regina had managed to email me from a new email account she had to create.
Emma,
I Am in a god forsaken Country called Panama without ID or a password. I have no money. It's hot and muggy and the mosquitoes. God the mosquitoes are as big as birds.
Come and get me!
Love Regina.
Yes I had a location. I hoped that she would at least be safe. I had heard that was not the safest place to be and I was truly worried.
I got to researching the country, it was tiny, and tropical. so she was warm at least. but it had a TON of rain forest. Granted what Belle had at the library was practically thirty years old, how much could a third world country have changed? The good thing was that Tourism was big there. Mainly to go visit ecological preservations, so the US and Panama didn't have a quota or
tourism restrictions. Awesome… except I don't have a passport, and I had been blocked from getting one because of my record. Which meant I had to clear that, in order to get the passport and a travelers Visa.
Emma,
I have given you a location so broad I know you are not prepared for it. This country is unbelievable… the mosquitoes are still awful but the people are so welcoming Emma. You can still do things without a digital footprint here.
I see you soon my love,
Regina
That visa took three weeks alone. Though once I got my passport together, recreating one for Regina with magic was no problem at all. I had to do everything magically while I was in town because I didn't know if I could use mine out there.
Emma,
I want to get to you in New York but I cant! I can't leave they won't give me ID! How can I get out of here? Please tell me you are on your way. it has nearly been a month. did the embassy get back with you on your visa? frankly I am so glad you are handling this because I truthfully I don't understand international laws.
Lucia says that you should not have too much of a problem with the VIsa, the gringos are always getting to go down to panama and buying up the land…
I think she might be a little bitter, but she doesn't have much room to talk she, herself is from Dominican Republic.
By the way the gringos are what these people call Americans which is apparently what you are. Now I must go, there is this man staring at me as if I belong to him… I wish I had my magic I'd take great pleasure in roasting him.
Do respond to this one My love, it's Lucia's address she will give me the message.
See you soon,
Regina
I got this email as I sat booking my flight ticket.
Regina,
Yes just got it today, I will be there as soon as I can.
I know I am a Gringa… By the way, who is Lucia?
I love you,
Emma
I got an immediate response.
Oh thank god, I thought I was emailing in an alternate reality.
Wait that can happen?
Emma I could be anywhere.
Shit… okay that would have been awful.
I'm sorry I should have answered you before. but I really just want you here. I want to tell you face to face.
Me too…
Who is Lucia?
Jealous?
Yes.
Well don't be she is an old Billetera. An old lady that sells lottery tickets on the side of the road in La Central.
she has internet?
On her phone. Now I really must go. I didn't actually ask her to use it. for this conversation.
and that was the end of that conversation. Very strange. Anyway, I booked my flight, and the next day, I got on a plane , a four hour plane ride was all it took for me to get to Regina. Panama is a tiny country it shouldn't take long to find Regina…
Panama is a fucking Metropolis, and I was fucked.
I walked the city. I didn't speak Spanish so I struggled a bit. "Can I help you?" and old lady sitting on a bench just outside a store. I tilted my head. were those lottery tickets? Huh...
"Great! you speak English… I'm looking for the United States embassy?"
"The embajada is right here." she said pointing behind me. there was a black and white building shaped like a triangle teeming with people. I stepped toward it. That was not the United states embassy. but maybe someone there would be more forthcoming. I was sent to so many different places. Finally I ended up going to the Police.
At the end of a long crazy day I still hadn't found Regina. I booked a hotel that didn't look seedy. The Trump in Paitilla I think. I pulled out my laptop, since my phone service didn't work here.
I logged back on to the internet and saw another email from an address I did not know.
Emma,
I left the Metropolis that is Panama City. I must say that once you stay at the luxuriant hotels at it's pacific coast it isn't so bad. I have done things I am not proud of to stay there Emma. I really just needed a good night sleep in air conditioning.
I'm staying at a resort… I hope you are bringing my cards because… The bill is going to be ridiculous. I am at Decameron away from the bustling city.
Anxiously awaiting you,
Love Regina
I packed up my things and left the room that night. I checked out of the hotel and asked the concierge how to get to Decameron. He in turn got me a Taxicab and this man took me all the way to a port on the Pacific called Farallon. That cost me twenty dollars. Though it was expensive for Panama, It was way cheaper than any cab I had ridden. The ride to the resort was ninety minutes long without traffic.
I stepped out of the cab and looked around and I saw nothing as it was dark. Only the lights of the resort. but I could hear the waves from afar, and I could smell the salt air and I flushed in heat. I wanted to find Regina she said she needed her cards. I had her cards I had her phone, I had her ID, and her Passport… okay the Passport was magical but who the hell else would be able to tell but her.
I approached the desk and said. "Hi, My…" What do I call her… wife is what she is but what would that sound like to these people. Panama is progressive, but I don't recall reading anything about the alternative lifestyles and acceptance in this country. "Regina Mills has been waiting for me."
"Oh… you are Regina Mills assistance from the states?" The young concierge at the desk asked. I nodded. Assistant… interesting. "You boss is a bitch eh?" he asked I raised my brow then smirked in ascension.
"Yeah I guess." I agreed.
"I sorry for you… She has a bill three thousand dollars. you plan to stay longer?"
"Just the night, we fly out tomorrow morning." I said.
"Oh such a shame. you would love it. Tonight is Free. you want your own room? she has a suite."
"Her suite is fine." I said presenting him with all of her ID and paying the stay and he handed me a keycard to Regina's suite. As I walked away I heard him whistle his appreciation. I groaned internally and headed to the penthouse suite. When I got in, Regina was not in the room. Maybe she was at dinner, I thought and changed out of my sticky clothes and into a nice sundress. Panama is so muggy that every piece of clothing I thought good enough felt soaked as soon as it touched my skin.
I spotted her at the end of the bar. She berated the bartender. "What kind of Bar doesn't keep Apple Cider on Tap."
"Miss Mills, apples is not tropical fruit." they answered.
"No tienen que crecer las manzanas para vender cidra." she said angrily. The bartender laughed at whatever that meant and put a glass of clear liquid in front of her.
"Tomate tu sequito amiga." He said and patted her hand.
"You're lucky this stuff is amazing." she mumbled and downed the drink. Great she is three sheets. She looked great other wise, with a strapless dress, made of way cheaper material I am used to seeing on her. but still she looked beautiful. She wasn't kidding about the mosquitoes I guess. She had three mosquito bites on her right shoulder.
I came closer to her and sat on the barstool next to her. "I'll have what she's having… I hear the stuff's amazing."
Regina stiffens and turned to look at me. she blinked as if she were afraid I may be a vision. "Hi…"
I turned to her and smiled. "Hi, I'm Emma… Nice to meet you." I said shaking her hand.
Regina straightened up and smiled a predatory smile. "Likewise."
The bartender raised a brow and put down my shot. "Can the lady here have another?" I asked him.
He laughed and nodded. "La guera cree que va a poder con la morena reina de hielo." The rest of the men on the bar laugh, and I turned to Regina for a little help.
"They don't think that what you are doing is going to work."
"What am I doing?" I asked.
"Trying to get me into your bed… They've all tried it… and all have failed." I raised a brow and looked around. They were all men.
"I guess they don't know you're gay" I said.
"What makes you think, I'm gay?" She asked her eyes raking over my body her posture changing and her nipples hardened. I bit my lip.
"You're looking at me as if you could take me right here." I said softly as the tender dropped Regina's Seco Herrerano, at least that's what the bottle said, between us. She was riveted, as was I.
We both took our drinks and downed them, and she leaned forward purring. "Very perceptive, Emma."
There was a noise in the background. "Con Razon!" He said and I am guessing that it means something like "Duh, we're idiots" because they all give that sheepish chuckle.
"I didn't catch your name." I said to the woman pressed against me now.
"Regina," she said with a little slur. "I'm waiting for my new assistant to arrive with all of my documents and whisk me away from paradise."
I smirked, "When will your assistant be here?" I asked
"In the morning," She said then leaned closer. "So I think I want to stay awake all night with you… Em-ma."
The way she said my name made my whole body tingle in anticipation. I dropped forty dollars on the bar, thank god Panama doesn't require exchange of currency, made everything so much faster. I followed Regina to our rooms
A/N I do hope you liked this. I will return with more later Thanks again for RoArk for the fabulous idea... and thank the rest of you for the favorites and follows Later Oancers!-S.K.
