Just a heads up this chapter and the ones after are prequels to the one before, which explains what happened to Bond before being knocked out. This is also where I may have drifted out of character, which is something I am paranoid about. The story after this will be the next part the Salamander series by me.
HEARTBREAKER:THE STRANGE ONE
You know what's gorgeous? Paradise Island in the cool winter of the Caribbean. It's peaceful, that's how it should be.
Not very peaceful in the eyes of 007, agent of her majesty's secret service. Stationed in the Bahamas on the case after a multibillionaire arms trader, goes by the name of Salamander. No one knows much about him, or what he even looks like. So Bond didn't have much to go on.
As the sun began to set, giving the island's sea a nice orange glow. With the sound of Junkanoo music in the background, Bond settled in a small Baccarat table, wearing a pair of nice black dress pants and a white dinner jacket.
Lighting a smoke one of his opponents in the game left, with a new one replacing him. Quite a large man, Bond guessed he was a little less 300 pounds. Maybe around 5'4 in height. His skin was a dark tan color, his dark brown almost black eyes set under black jungles he called eyebrows. His hair dark gray, in a comb over set on top of his round head. Bond figured he was Latin, maybe Cuban. His nose was large, right under it was a bushy handle bar style mustache, with a dark stubble covering the rest of the lower half of his face. Strangely for a man of the time, his small ears were priced, with large diamond stubs. Dressed in a fine white Italian suit, with a red tie and red handkerchief tucked into the front pocket, Bond thought he was man of wealth, and a man he should talk to about Salamander.
The game table got Smokey, with several opponents lighting cigarettes and the new contestant's Cuban cigars. Bond peered over the table at him, the man gave him a stiff hard glare back. Bond grunted under the chatter of the table, putting out his cigarette. With a sly smile he would try to force conversation on to him, "Those are fantastic diamonds, they for a lady friend of yours?" he began as his cards got dealt to him, "Did you decide to wear to make sure they, weren't to heavy for her?" Bond ended with a chuckle. The man was silent, with an almost angry look on his face, before be began to laugh.
This man's laugh was almost like a light cough. When laughing, bond noticed his gold watch around his left wrist, and the gold rings decorated with amazing jewels. The laugh stops suddenly, with the man's blank gaze at Bond. Taping the baccarat table with the ring of his index finger, he bet high against Bond.
Unfortunately bond lost the little game of Baccarat to this stranger. Though that wasn't his main concern, as the man left the table, Bond followed him. Stopping him casually, "Great game you played you there." he said as it became apparent that this man on his way to a bar along the beach. 'Great' thought Bond. As the man sat, he turned back to Bond with a dull look in his eyes. He seemed to smile a bit, "Thank you, but, lady luck was just on my side." he said in a light accent.
Bond nodded, saying "Indeed." under his breath as he approached the bar. Looking over at the bartender, he asked for a martini, "Shaken, not stirred." The man smiled, rather darkly, "By any rate it was a good game." he said in his raspy old islander voice. The man grabbed his tequila as the barkeep slid it over the bar. Looking over at bond he asked, "So, what do they call ya?" he asked before taking the first shot of his drink. Bond smiled, "Bond, James Bond, and you?" he said starting a period of awkward silence.
The man stood, and loosened his tie. Looking back at Bond, with a sly smile, "Just call me Sal." he said nodding.
Sal, easy to put two and two together, he wasn't fooling anyone. Bond's suspicions were correct, this was Salamander. Question one, was answered, most likely that is. Next was find out why he was in the Bahamas.
As he was in thought, "Sal" bid farewell and headed back to his room. Bond sighed, he would get to the bottom of this in the morning. Before he could finish that thought. A woman would take the bar stool next to his.
A gorgeous Latina, perfectly sculpted figure. Her light tan skin, glowed in the light of the moon, as it set in place just over the horizon. Her dark brown hair like silk had a certain shine, long, with a single curled bang over her left smoky hazel eye. Dressed in a nice black cocktail dress and nice black high heels. The lady ordered a scotch, when trying to light a cigarette, she sighed, her lighter was with out fuel. Bond surprised her, as he swooped in and lit her cigarette with his lighter.
She smiled before taking a puff of her cigarette. With a light breath out, the smoke escaped from her lips, painted like roses. Taking her gaze away from Bond she took a sip of her drink. Bond was dazzled by this woman, though he saw her as a possible connection to "Sal"amander. Though as the thought occurred, but he thought it best to ignore it, maybe he could squeeze some information out of her, some that could prove that Sal was Salamander. Looking back up, he saw her gaze, the same hypnotizing gaze that he known to well.
"Hello, Mister." She said in voice that nearly sounded like a light sigh, putting her well manicured hand out for Bond to take. Which he gladly did, "I'm Sarah Guevara, I was sent by the CIA to meet you Mr.Bond." she replied as she pulled hand away in a snap. With a sly smile she chuckled, "Any information on Salamader?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.
Bond chuckled, "Perhaps we can discuss this over dinner, Ms.Guevara?" he replied getting up from the barstool, and giving her a slight gentleman's bow. She smiled, "Perhaps, though don't try anything funny. 'Felix gave me a heads up about you." Sarah replied, before taking a long drag from her cigarette.
They would head over to Bimini Road, a nice little restaurant. Bond knew it was business, though be believed they both sought pleasure on this business "date" of theirs.