Hey guys, I'm finaly getting around to finishing this story I know, I know, ive been promising to do it like, 2 months ago. But I swear now that I'll have it complete by the end of next week.

It's short and I'm mad about it, but it's just a filler chapter... or more like an appetizer.

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The bright yellow Alto Vista Chapel sat in the center of an open area atop a rocky hill overlooking the blue Caribbean

The bright yellow Alto Vista Chapel sat in the center of an open area atop a rocky hill overlooking the blue Caribbean. A low stone wall formed a perfect square around the tiny chapel. Each side of the square measured exactly one hundred feet long. Within the square, mustard-yellow benches had been laid out in four concentric semicircles that radiated from the two wide wooden doors. The doors opened to reveal the colorful interior of the chapel and the carved oak alter.

Outside of the wall, narrow roads led back toward the living village of Noord. Aside from a few houses situated some distance from the chapel, though, the place was isolated.

In short, Arthur thought as he looked around him, it was a security nightmare.

The sun was already hot, and the sky was as blue as Dutch tile. The breeze coming in from the sea swirled around him as he walked to where the techies were putting the finishing touches on video and audio devices that would capture the event about to take place. Everything was wireless, of course. Three small cameras, no larger than pens, would take in the entire area, as well as focus in on the bench where the delivery would be made. Two had been positioned on the roof of the chapel, and one on the hinge of one of chapel doors. Two more had been placed outside the stone walls.

Technicians were wiring the two men that had been positioned as Columbians. Arthur himself had been already wired.

Everyone had been playing their part perfectly so far. If the renegade agent Arthur and his group had been working to ferret out for eight months had been on the island for any length of time, then he would only have seen Lorenzo wining and dining them. A perfectly natural activity.

Something was going on with Lorenzo, though. Arthur could feel it. In his mind, he went through the steps of the operation, trying to see if he'd missed something. For more than a year, Homeland security had been getting reports that a renegade agency had been operating within the Agency. Whoever it was, had been selling information about individual CIA operatives working undercover across the globe. When rumors began to surface that the traitor was looking for a buyer for a master list of operations in South America, Arthur had been called in. Word was that the list contained not only he identities of hundreds of operatives working in South America, but also their defined missions and their connections inside a dozen governments.

A plan was formulated. Rumors were calculated that Arthur, who had earlier been in Colombia, was being informally investigated for "inappropriate behavior." The rumors were vague about what he was suspected of doing, but he was immediately transferred to Aruba, where he was to pose as an Energy Department bureaucrat stationed there.

There, the plan called for Arthur to "acquire" a shady middleman who had a history of brokering deals with South American drug cartels. The middleman, Lorenzo the Chin, bought into the scheme immediately. The U.S. government would pay him half a million dollars simply to broker the deal.

Lorenzo immediately put out word that he had a buyer for information about CIA operations in South America. His buyers, who would appear to be Colombians, would actually be CIA operatives. Their cover was that they were going to sell the information to interested parties from Caracas to Velparaiso.

It didn't take long for word to come back to Lorenzo. The transfer of information for money could occur in Aruba-of American soil-while funds were wired to an account in the Caymans.

As the time grew closer to the sell, Lorenzo notified the seller that the Colombian buyers were hesitant to transfer the hefty price without some verification that he list was genuine The South Americans were demanding a way to verify the information they were buying.

Arthur was their man for that.

The trap was laid. The fake Colombians would fly in to oversee the deal. Arthur would meet the seller in a public place. The seller would pass on the list to Arthur, who would verify is accuracy and tell the buyers to transfer the money. The seller would be in communication with his banker via cell phone.

What the seller would not know, however, is that Arthur's people would be recording the entire transaction, and as soon as the renegade agent went back to the United States, Homeland security and the FBI would be there to arrest him.

"Lets go, people," he shouted. "we need everyone out of here now."

The religious service was at 11:00.

He glanced at his watch. Pulling out his cell phone, he dialed the villa. Nothing. He called the guesthouse next. Nothing. He'd found Spencer's phone on her dresser. So much for taking it with her. He shook his had and put the phone away.

He was going to have to kill the two of them, pure and simple.

Within fifteen minutes the site was cleared-with the exception of himself and the "Colombian" buyers, who were sitting in their stretch limo.

He thought through the plan one more time and took one more deep breath.

They were ready. As he looked at the open doors of the chapel, though, he'd wish he'd said a silent prayer.

He had a feeling they were going to need it.

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Yeah, yeah, yeah, no spashley I know. But they're kinda tied up at the moment... heh inside joke.

Review and tell me how boring this chapter was... "you can punish me if you want, i'm into S&M." -ye' ole' dutche movie