Hi everyone.

I've been in Wales for two weeks which is why I haven't updated for ages. Also, I haven't been able to reply to any private mail messages either as the Wi-Fi is majorly expensive. I have however managed to write a few chapters while I've been away. If you've sent me any mail, I probably should have replied to it...if not...my brain is obviously still on holiday....

Enjoy!!!

Chapter Ten – Cunning Plans Don't Come Easy

Micho Tenvité was twiddling his iPhone in his hands. He was quite pleased with it actually, he liked the way the shiny back reflected the lamplight all around his hotel room. He also liked the little beeping noise it made when it turned on. Micho Tenvité was easily amused.

He nearly dropped it when it rang.

Tentatively, he answered the call, holding it a good distance away from his ear as it were some time of time bomb. Although he thought it looked quite chic, he hadn't actually used his phone before.

"Er...Hello?"

"Micho!" Micho blushed. He'd always had a bit of a thing for Wilhelmina.

"Hello, Wilhelmina..." He mumbled, blushing even deeper. He was glad it was only a phone call and that she couldn't see his new beetroot state.

"There's been a problem, honey-bumpkin." She trilled.

"I know!" Micho spluttered. "You sat me next to an MI6 bloke at dinner!!!"

"What?"

"The man I was sitting opposite...he was obviously a secret service guy. He was just their type." Micho heard Wilhelmina gulp over the line.

"Well...actually...that wasn't the problem I was talking about."

"What do you mean?" There was a pause.

"We've sent two agents."

"WHAT?"

"We've sent two agents to the Hotel. Two agents have been assigned to the assassination of Erik Weltvergessen."

"Holy Moly."

"Yes...it is rather isn't it?"

"Who is this guy?" Micho asked.

"I'm sending the image through to your phone now." Micho's iPhone beeped and he dropped it. After scrabbling after it into the plush, deluxe carpet, Micho pulled it back and inspected it.

His heart lurched.

Staring up at him from the pixelated iPhone screen, was the man from the dining room. The man he had assumed was MI6. Underneath the image were the words 'Ernich Oumor'.

"Oh my god..." He murmured.

"...but of course we'll have to look into your other point, Micho." Wilhelmina was saying. She must have been talking all the way through Micho dropping his phone on the carpet. "The MI6 accusation is really very serious...I'll get back to you." Before Micho could protest, she'd hung up in him. Oh well, he'd have to worry about that later.

Pocketing his iPhone, he strode out of his room, locking the door behind him. He'd have to find this Oumor chap, and explain himself. Fast. Time was running out.

*

Ernich Oumor downed the martini in one and ordered another, all in one slick movement. The fat barman shot him a disgusted look but Ernich didn't care. He was nervous. He needed to find this Tenvité guy but before the SAS bloke turned up. Things could seriously get nasty. Just as he was contemplating trying out the 'Tropical Twizzle' flavoured martini, something happened that made him want to throw up all seven of his already consumed martinis over the polished wooden surface of the bar.

The SAS bloke had entered the drinking lounge.

He seemed preoccupied and was twiddling his dog tag nervously between his fingers, just as Ernich had seen him do during dinner. To Ernich's horror, the SAS man saw him and immediately made a beeline for the barstool next to him. Completely frozen by fear, Ernich's face seemed to resemble a goldfish, his mouth slack and open wide, his eyes huge and bulging. Attractive.

Micho Tenvité sat down next to Ernich Oumor.

"Hello." He said, quietly. "My name is Micho Tenvité." Ernich nearly died.

"Thank the Christ in Heaven Lord My God." He gasped, fitting as many blaspheming terms as he could think of into a single sentence. Micho narrowed his eyes at him.

"You are of course Ernich Oumor?" Micho asked, suspiciously.

"Yes..yes!" Ernich frisked himself, searching for some kind of proof. "Aha!" From an inside pocket of his suit jacket, he pulled out his H&M loyalty card. After checking it out for a moment, Micho indicated he should put it away again.

"So..." Ernich said, swilling the remaining drops of martini around in his glass. "What's the plan then? We need something cunning..."

"Cunning?" Micho repeated.

"Yeah...you know. All cloak and dagger...."

"Well..." Micho replied, pulling himself further up his barstool. "Suicide's always a good option. You know, bullet in, write a note and Bob's your Uncle you're off the hook." The barman coughed loudly.

"I like it..." Ernich said, nodding slowly. "Very little hassle, hardly any messy business. We just need to write a suicide note." The barman whimpered and Ernich shot him an odd look. The barman smiled cheerily and returned to cleaning his glass.

"Yeah..." Micho said. "I'll do that now. I'll meet you back down here at 01:00am. Weltvergessen will be asleep by then." The fat barman dropped his glass and it shattered all over the floor.

"Sorry..." He mumbled and he bent down behind the bar to clear it up. Ernich turned back to Micho.

"01:00am?"

"Yeah."

"See you then." Ernich stood up to leave but collided with a blonde boy on the way.

"Sorry." The boy said, stepping backwards as martini sloshed onto the floor. "I didn't see you there." With a jolt, Ernich realised it was the boy from the airport again. He glared at him for a moment before following Micho out of the drinking lounge...

Confused? The next chapter should sort out any confusion I think.

Hope you enjoyed it!

Asha =D