I opened my eyes when the wheels hit the ground. I stretched and looked around at the sunny skies above me.
"And welcome to Colombia. The temperatures are well into the upper 70s and looks like you're looking at a little rain throughout the week." I smiled to myself, a vacation all to myself without Brandt. Don't get me wrong, as an agent it was fun being in all the adventurous places we were. But that was work. This was some 'me' time. Happy to have the time to myself that I needed. We pulled onto the ramp and I deplaned, tracking my way through the airport to the taxi area where I would need to go for my hotel. I quickly took a look at the paperwork in my hands to see the name printed on my reservation was Jane Smith. How original… I quickly looked around to make sure the name wasn't printed on a sheet of paper for someone to pick me up. To my surprise there was a man there holding a sheet of paper with my name on it I walked towards him taking off my sunglasses.
"I believe this is for me." I told the man.
"Jane Smith?" He asked me. I smiled and nodded slowly. He led me outside to a nice black SUV. The door was opened for me and I slowly got in as he got my bags into the trunk. As we drove through the city of Bogotá I noticed that it reminded me a bit of Ireland.
I toyed with the stupid hat on my head as we drove through the streets of Ireland. They made me wear this stupid mail man costume that was itchy and so uncomfortable. I suddenly remembered the rock on my finger as the sunlight twinkled through the window sending the sparkles throughout the cab. I looked at it lovingly remembering when Will had given it to me.
Although those were changed times. I looked at my now vacant finger and sighed.
"We're here. Enjoy the beautiful city of Bogotá." The guy told me as he grabbed my bags and set them next to me. I slowly walked into the hotel as I surveyed the area around me. It was pretty, beautiful even. Modern with a splash of intricacy that I couldn't put my finger on.
I walked up to the desk my heels clicking on the ground as I walked.
"Hi there, I have a reservation under Jane Smith." I smiled at the Colombian man in front of me giving him a dazzling smile and moving my hair away from my chest. He tapped away at his computer and looked back up at me.
"Yes, and will Mr. Smith be joining you?" My smile faltered a little but I shook my head.
"No, no I don't think so. But again only time will tell." I told him keeping the smile on my face as he nodded. I kept the conversation vague as he printed my hotel key and booklet.
"Enjoy the room if you need anything call down and let us know!" He told me. I took the stairs up to my room on the 2nd floor and sighed as I pushed into my hotel room. 'Mr. Smith?' What the hell did Benji and Sloan have in store for me. I quickly unpacked and got all my clothes where they were meant to be I threw on my swimsuit and headed down to the bar, I smiled at the bartender and decided I wanted something fruity, I settled on a Pina Colada as he served it up I took my drink told him to charge it to my room and walked outside to the beautiful pool area. I smiled as I walked out into the sunshine. Thinking back to the last time I was this happy…
Ethan and I… From the time I first met him when he was training me in hand to hand, picked me up in Prague, the time I woke up with him next to me not once, but twice. The time he took me dress shopping our first kiss to the last time I saw him in a hospital bed.
It was my happy place, I took a drink of my Pina Coloda finding myself a chair to sit in as I lounged poolside. I tilted my head into the sun soaking in the rays. As I was busy relaxing sipping on my drink I felt the buzz of the alcohol flow through my veins. The skirt I was wearing concealing my weapon of choice, my knife. I let myself further into my mind.
His smile, his laugh, the way he completes a mission with ease…
Ugh what was I doing? I was reaching for the impossible. Well not that anything could be potentially impossible for us. The waiter soon came by and offered me another drink I accepted because fuck it, the IMF was paying for it. I received my next drink just as I was about to take a sip, to my left I heard gunshots. I quickly dashed inside as some officers rushed through the building, muttering in Spanish. I heard exactly what they were saying.
"What's happening?" I heard a man at the bar nursing a Mojito ask the bellboy.
"Somebody killed the Baracuda." The bellboy replied to him.
"Sancho Varron?" He asked.
"Police are rounding up single tourists. Are you alone, sir?" The bellboy asked.
"You two together?" The police officer asked him. I took one look at the guy and he locked eyes with me having the silent conversation of let's do this and not get caught.
"Yes." He answered for me as we made our way up to my room. I shut the door to my room leaning into it listening to the police outside. Shouting and footsteps running around the premise sunk into my ears. I glanced at the stranger next to me against the door. I studied his face, his hair and features.
"Ethan." I breathed out, the man I had been thinking about all day was now standing with me in the country I was using for an escape from Brandt.
"Mr. Smith actually." He gave me a dazzling smile. The adrenaline and booze flowing through my system took hold. I grabbed his open shirt pulling him towards me and locked my lips with his.