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Authors note – I am so sorry for the delay. I've been doing charity work for a boy who is ill in my year all week and am shattered which is the reason this is a slightly shorter chapter too.
Here is the hotel:
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Here is Lucy's dress, except her dress is more fitted:
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Miami, December 22nd 1999, 20:44 hours
December had fallen on America, and whilst at home it snowed over in DC, back in Miami the sun still shone. Lucy was shattered. Even though she was technically not in the field, Jethro still wanted her to be helping out on the current cases. Meanwhile the director had her researching prices. The weapons needed not only to be cheap enough to get her the deal, but not too cheap so that it would make her look suspicious and as if she was lying about the killer profit she made.
Now she sat in her room at the Inter Continental hotel in Miami. Even compared to the hotel she had been staying in whilst she was in New York, but this was pure luxury. Her room was cream and baby blue in theme. There was a king sized bed with pure white sheets on it, and with a television opposite. At the end of it there was a window that spanned the width of the room and looked out on the incredible view of Miami Beach. Sitting on the sofa with a complementary glass of champagne in her hand Lucy got out her makeup. She'd already gotten eyelash extensions the last week to stop her having to have fake lashes with her at all times. Stan, of course had taken the mick out of her, but one death glare from Gibbs had been the end of it.
Now she steadily applied a layer of dark grey shadow and kohl liner to make her eyes look Smokey. Then Lucy applied a thin layer of blusher and a layer of thick dark pink lipstick. Then she took out the dress from its clear plastic bag and put it on before zipping up the back. It was a deep pink which matched her lipstick. There were cap sleeved and a squared neckline. IT was bodycon in fitting and around her waist was a tick stick of black lace. On her middle finger she placed a thick black quartzite ring and a around her neck was a matching necklace.
Walking over to her curlers she once more curled her hair. Looking in the mirror she smiled, every time amazed by the fact that she looked nothing like she was incredible. Hearing her phone ringing she froze. Moving over all of a sudden she felt a wave of nerves as she saw that he was calling her. Taking a deep breath she answered. "Yeah?" answered, having o stop herself from saying 'James' afterwards.
"Amanda ma belle. Cava?"
"Cava Bien Marcus, et toi? Cava?
"Amanda, tu peux parle français ?! "
"Oui, un peu mais je ne suis pas très bien."
"Ahh, c'est d'accord. I shall speak English for you ma belle. I would like you to meet me in the reception of the Inter Continental hotel in ten minutes. C'est D'accord, oui?"
"Oui Marcas, Je vous verrai plus tard."
"Bien, Au revoir "
Smiling with what felt like relief, Lucy placed a pair of killer pink swayed stilettos onto her stocking clad feet. Draining the last of her drink she grabbed her cropped black blazer and put it on before she spritzed some perfume, grabbed her A4 black clutch which contained her price list and left the room.
As he walked into the reception of the hotel he saw her. She had become something magical in his life, and he smiled. There she was, sat in a white leather tub chair, behind the strands of beads near the front. Walking around, he held out his hand. Amanda took his hand and he kissed it softly. "So, shall we go?"
"Yes we shall. But first, may I ask you why you wanted to bring it earlier?"
"I am afraid ma belle it is as I need to fly over to my home in Paris for Christmas."
"Well then, I cannot disappoint my man." And so the pair left. Walking along the beach to the small restaurant he had booked. They sat eating that night listening to the sea. And once desert was finished and the coffee had arrived she passed him over a sheet of paper.
"Is this a joke?" he questioned with his French accent.
"No, it is certainly not. When it comes to business I don't joke."
"Well, it seems that your prices are unable to be beaten."
"Oh I know." She replied with a smirk. "I do my research."
"It seems you do. Well my dear, I was all prepared to say I will think about it but, I will say yes."
"Well I am pleased."
"I want 100 units of semis and 200 of fully." She grabbed a contract out of her bag and a pen before roughly jotting in the details.
"That's fine. The soonest I can do it is after Christmas. I'll have a contract with you by next week if you give me an address and by the New Year they'll be with you."
He smiled and kissed her cheek before shaking her hands. Once the deal was done he left and Lucy sighed. She was in this for the long run now, and if she was honest, it scared the hell out of her.
I'm considering jumping forward in time. Should I go to the end of the mission now and begin the jib? Or do you want me to continue with the onset of the mission for a while?
Please let me know and review xx