Lyrics belong to Paul Oakenfold, starry eyed surprise

: You got to
Feel the rush, feel the spice of life
Thug life
Shifty rolls the dice
Snake eyed surprise
Izing, mesmerizin
The mic, the sick ones
'Cause what we are are victims of fun
C'mon, c'mon, the fun has just begun:

Six am the next morning the phone rang. I detangled myself from Amy's naked body, and stumbled to the hall phone, tugging a shirt over my head. Knocking a wooden Buddha to the floor with a crash I picked up the phone.

"Hello?"

"You are ready to go?" Katia asked.

"Still not sure," I delayed.

"You are sure; you are a good guy now. You will not let them die." I was silent not wanting to let her know how right she was. "Your contact will meet you in Paris tonight at ten pm. You will meet her outside the DEBS offices."

"And we are supposed to get to Paris by then how?"

"You will figure it out." She hung up again. I was starting to be really annoyed at that. I hung up the phone and noticed Scud standing in the door of the guest room.

"Where's the meet?" He asked, scratching his head.

"Paris."

"Oh," he nodded, then grinned. "I missed this."

"What?" I asked confused, he pointed a finger up and down at me. "This you running around in your underwear." I glanced down at my tank top and boy short underwear.

"Bastard," I shook my head grinning.

"You missed me," he smiled, moving back into his room. "Wake me in a couple hours."

"Oh no," grabbed him by the neck, pulling him back into the hallway. "You're not going back to sleep. We have to find a pilot." I started to pull him toward the front door.

"Okay, finding a pilot. I am good with that, but could we wear pants too do that?"

"Oh," I glanced sheepishly at my underwear and his boxers. "Sorry, not awake yet. Pants are good."

I let him back into his room, and slipped quietly into my bedroom. I opened the closet quietly picking a pair of jeans and sliding them on. I pulled off the tank top, putting on a bra, and then pulling the shirt back on. Amy sat up sleepily.

"Where you going?" She asked rubbing her eyes.

"Have to find a pilot to get us to Paris tonight."

"Find Evan at the docks," she mumbled laying back down.

"Evan?" I asked.

"Blonde hair, works on Broken Promises, a sailboat."

"Okay," I kiss her forehead and grab my wallet from the dresser, shutting the door as quietly as possible. Scud's standing in the hallway, jeans and a t shirt on. Grabbing my keys we head out to the car. The docks are crowded this early, ships coming and going. We stroll along until I see Broken Promises; it's the largest sailboat I have ever seen.

"This Evan guy own the boat?" Scud asks after I knock on the hull.

"She said he works on it," I shrug. A man with shaggy blonde hair leans over the deck, smiling down at us.

"Can I help you two?"

"Evan?" I ask, shading my eyes to look up at him.

"That depends who sent you looking for me," his good natured smile never wavers, but I sense tenseness.

"Amy Bradshaw," his face lights up.

"Right then, I'm Evan, come on up." We climb onboard, both looking around in awe.

"Wow," Scud nods. "This is nice."

"The boss likes nice things. So I assume Amy sent you here for a reason."

"Yeah, she didn't explain much, but we need a pilot."

"A pilot?" He raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah, and a plane."

"Why?" I glanced at Scud and he shrugged.

"There's this Slovakian criminal mastermind named Katia, who we stopped once from blowing up the world, and she is really pissed at us, and wants to kill all the members of a secret world agency of female crime fighters, and the only way we can stop her is by flying around the world where ever she wants and breaking into the headquarters to get her money." Evan stared at me for a couple minutes.

"All right let's see what the boss says." He lead us below deck into a decadent living room where a middle aged man sat playing x box. "Markus," the man turned off the game, turning to us.

"Oh visitors how nice."

"They need a small favor," Evan informed him, and motioned to me. I repeated exactly what I had told Evan. Markus began to laugh when I was done.

"That is fantastic my young girl. Amy has told us a lot about you, I had heard your were beautiful, but this is more than I expected. He stood, fingering my hair. "Just gorgeous."

"Thanks," I stuttered, not sure what we were doing here anymore with this totally weird man.

"I will give you a plane and pilot. He speaks only Italian will that work for you?"

"Uh, yeah," I sputtered, shocked.

"Then it will be at the airport at six pm, the name of the plane is the same as this boat. Evan will show you out." With that he was back playing his game. Evan led us up and off the boat. We walked silently up the docks until we felt safely away from the strange boat, Scud and I exchanged glances and burst into laughter.