Aboard the Ark I, Saffron was entertaining one guest. It was rare that any of his "employees" save his trusted bodyguards, were able to speak with him face-to-face. However, this young lady was an exception. Tonight.

The weapons baron sat behind his large mahogany desk and studied the woman standing in front of him. Dressed plainly in dark slacks and a grey sweater, her strawberry blond hair was up in a profession bun and she had a calm expression on her face. Her blue eyes held all her secrets – a trait Saffron admired.

"Please, sit down my dear," Saffron said, indicating the chair across from him.

"Thank you sir," She said, taking her seat and placing her hands in her lap.

"You do very good work, my dear," He said, looking down at the contents of the folder that was open in front of him. It detailed all the work this young lady had accomplished in the last three years in his employ. "However, this information in not complete."

"No sir, it is not," She replied. Saffron lifted a brow in her direction but didn't say anything, waiting for her to continue.

"A woman doesn't write down everything she knows – it lessens her worth," The woman said simply. Saffron grinned.

"Very good, Ms. Daniels, very good," He said approvingly. "Why don't we discuss what is missing over dinner? There should be a dress waiting for you in your room. Join me in half an hour."

Accepting this as her dismissal, Nadine Daniels nodded gracefully and followed Saffron's head bodyguard, Mastif, to her room.

~*~*~*~*~*~

Nadine Daniels was not all she appeared to be. The tall, beautiful woman was standing in front of her vanity mirror straightening out her cocktail dress. At 25, "Nadine Daniels" was in fact Nancy Drew.

Nancy had grown from the pretty sleuthing teenager sticking her nose where it usually didn't belong into a beautiful, blue-eyed beauty. She was also an agent with the Defense Intelligence Agency of the US government – a department that found out Intel about foreign military operations.

Three years, she thought to herself as she put on her earrings. It has taken me three years to finally get on this yacht. Her heart beat raced with excitement and fear but on the outside, Nancy Drew was calm, cool and every inch a professional.

The cover of "Nadine Daniels" had been rather easy to pull off. She was the spoiled daughter of a US diplomat who was used to getting her way. Her knowledge of the inner workings of Congress helped her help Saffron. She had seen shipments of weapons arrive safely (with the help of the DIA, of course) and save one particularly expensive shipment from being "discovered" – which was how she worked herself up to the point she was at now.

Nancy thought about all the dangerous situations she had been in over the last three years. She always had DIA covering her back but out here on this yacht, she was all alone. The missing information she was to feed to Saffron tonight would hopefully throw him into a trap so the DIA could bring him in. Her other mission was to find any evidence that could be used again him. Nancy just hoped she could pull it off.

Nancy shook any negative thoughts from her mind and picked up her purse. She had a small handgun strapped to one thigh and a small knife strapped to the other. She hoped she could get the information without having to use either, but she could if she had to. It didn't bother her to have to be so close to a ruthless killer – it was part of her job.

She looked around her stateroom one more time. It was very lavish but she didn't expect any less from a man like Saffron. The whole yacht was amazing and very large but she had memorized the areas she needed to in order to find the evidence she needed to collect so they could finally nail Saffron. With a determined smile, Nancy left her room to go to dinner.

~*~*~*~*~*~

The yacht was off the shore of the island of Malta, south of Italy.

"Why did you name your beautiful yacht Ark I?"

"My first name, Javan, originates from Noah's grandson. This yacht is a tribute to my heritage and it is my pride and joy," Saffron replied, smiling. "Javan was the founder of the ancient Greeks and I can trace my bloodlines all the way back to him. You could say my family is of royalty in the Greek Islands."

Arrogant, Nancy thought behind her smile. She toasted her glass of champagne and nodded, "This is a magnificent ship," she smiled, adding "Your Highness."

She shivered inwardly when Saffron smiled wickedly. However, he bent his head slightly and raised his glass as well.

"Did you enjoy the dinner Miss Daniels?" He asked, looking into his drink and swirling it.

"Please, call me Nadine." Nancy replied. "And yes, I did very much, thank you."

At that moment, a man came in and motioned for Saffron's attention. He was a scary looking man, a long scar running down his face from the edge of his eye to his neck. His eyes were a menacing black and were constantly shifting as if he were waiting for an attack. He was a lean, olive-skinned man whose arms were covered with sinew-like muscles. Nancy could tell he was a very dangerous man.

"Yes, Mastif." Saffron addressed the man.

"Sir, I need to speak with you," Mastif said gruffly.

"If you please excuse me, I need to tend to some business," Saffron said, setting down his brandy glass.

"Of course," Nancy said, smiling. With a slight bow, Saffron walked past Mastif without a backwards glance. Mastif glared at Nancy, then followed. Nancy mentally shook herself. Where Saffron was frightening, Mastif was just downright terrifying.

Something about his eyes… Nancy shook herself. Stop it, you're a federal agent, you've handled tougher. Thoroughly unconvinced, Nancy set down her champagne glass and went over to the desk to look for the evidence she had come for.