CHAPTER 3

A COLOMBIAN NIGHT OUT


After recovering from Jason's charming smile and quickly making her way out of the room, Dianna made her way back to her bedroom to leave her notepad and pen. She thought it was ridiculous to write stuff at a computer all of the time, so she passed by the team's room and heard Sonny complaining a bit.

"I said it once and I'll say it again, you guys are like my 90 year old grandpa watching TV after falling asleep, you're just useless in general, and snore all the time, and sometimes you're even more useless"…

She left her notepad and pen on the bedside table, inside the drawer, and glanced at the mirror on her room. Her dark hair seemed ok, her face was a bit oily from the heat and humidity, so she pressed a bit of powder on her face. Fortunately, there was air conditioning where they were staying, but still, it was hot. She made her way back and noticed it was already dark, the jet lag still didn't make her sleepy, though. She was hungry and excited.

"Nah Sonny, you always want to go to these places, no way man" Jason was complaining about something, standing at the entrance of his room and occupying 70% of that space. She thought about asking someone where she could eat, of if they usually asked for food to be delivered. Because, for sure, the guys ate a lot. But she didn't want to squeeze between Jason and the doorframe to be able to talk to the guys, so she hesitated a bit, thinking about maybe asking Davis. But Davis was technically her boss, she didn't want to bother her again.

Jason noticed Dianna there, hesitating. "What's up?"

"Oh, I was thinking" she started to walk closer to the room, and then she saw Sonny in there coming closer to her, "if you guys are going out to eat something, or if usually you ask for food and stuff" she smiled at Sonny, because he suddenly started laughing.

"Haha! I knew I liked you. I was trying to convince the guys to go out tonight and enjoy a bit of the Culombian night lifestyle, but these old ladies here were ditching me off" Sonny proudly explained it to her, unaware that he just said 'ass' in spanish.

"Wait a minute, wait a minute. You said you wanted to go to a stripclub and shit like that, she's just asking for a place to eat" Jason quickly cleared that out, turning his body so she could see Sonny better, but he didn't move from where he was standing. She had to talk to Sonny from the hall.

"Well, actually, if someone knows a bar or a nightclub that isn't loaded with heroin, I wouldn't mind going there" Dianna almost murmured, a bit shy.

"There you go. See? See? That's what I'm talking about. Grandmas". Sonny made his way out of the room, pushing Jason a bit to pass and talk closer to his new friend.

Dianna and Sonny got some precious information about a bar that was nearby and had great food, according to the CIA guys that were staying there for more than a week now, so they had to trust the intel. But she had to confirm with her colleague Jefferson, if he was ok with it. Since he also left to go out somewhere to eat, and wouldn't come back soon, he was probably ok with it. Dianna also wanted to see if Davis would join them, so she wouldn't be the only woman going, apparently Sonny and at least one of the guys were going, but he didn't say who. Dianna surprisingly trusted the team guys, they didn't treat her with disrespect, not once, and they had great reputation in the Navy. She checked.

At first, Davis said no, that she had to work, but Sonny somehow convinced her to go, and she obviously wanted to, so they all showered and changed clothes. Dianna wasn't looking to seduce anybody, and obviously didn't bring anything seductive to the trip either, so she just wore jeans, the same boot, a jeans shirt that she wore as a jacket, and a tighter sleeveless black t-shirt underneath, with a delicate necklace. And applied a burnt muted pink lipstick and a bit of smoky shadow on her eyelids, to see if it magically highlighted her brown eyes. Probably not, she thought.


Dianna smiled while looking at the formidable night life of the 'Culombians', as Sonny kept repeating, and she wouldn't correct him. The street was filled with beautiful people, very well-dressed, and she felt a bit under-dressed, but there was nothing she could do about that. The guys were also wearing jeans and t-shirt, but that actually was very well dressed for a man.

In the end, besides Dianna, Sonny and Lisa, Clay, Jason and Brock went with them too. She hadn't spent time close to Clay and Brock yet, and they were really handsome. Clay was dating a girl named Stella, because Sonny kept teasing him about that, while calling him Bravo 6, and Brock probably didn't have a girlfriend, because he checked all of the women there up and down, silently. If he had a girlfriend, poor girl.

"Why is he Bravo 6? The last one to join the group?" Dianna asked Sonny, while they walked. He confirmed, adding that he was the new guy who arrived not even a year ago. He was already close to the rest of the group, so she liked that they were so welcoming.

"We use the number to identify during an op, at the comms" Jason explained better to her, so she'd understand that it was an official designation, not just a nickname.

"Oh, great. To keep your identity classified. So you must be One, right?" Dianna thought it was an interesting piece of information, because she really thought it was just a nickname.

"Yeah, I'm One" he cockily but casually confirmed.

"Alpha" Dianna muttered, smirking but not looking at him.

He heard it. "Yes. Alpha", he answered, not looking at her either.

"No. Bravo" Sonny looked confused at both of them.

They ignored him because finally they arrived at the bar. Was a bit further than the CIA guys said. They made their way between tables and picked one outside, and the ladies sat next to each other, while the guys surrounded them. Davis was wearing a pretty blouse, and Dianna thought that next time she'd pack at least one pretty blouse too.

They chatted a bit about the op, always making sure they kept classified things out of the ears of people around them, and ordered their food and drinks. Most of them drank beer and Dianna asked for a Cuba Libre, receiving shocked stares from the table. She ignored them, even after she heard someone whisper 'traitor'.

"It's a very popular drink in Uruguay and Colombia, and, actually, in most countries in South America".

"Which countries have you visited there, so far?" Brock suddenly asked, and the table was a bit shocked that he opened his mouth, at all.

"Humm. Not many. Uruguay, of course, and Argentina and Brazil, which surround it. I went to Paraguay when I was little, but don't remember. And now, Colombia."

"Not Mexico?" Brock asked, casually.

"Yes. I went to Mexico recently, Cancun. When I lived in the U.S. already." Dianna answered, not saying anything else.

Davis quickly cleared that out for Brock, though. "Mexico is in North America, Brock. Not South".

"Isn't it all Latin America?"

There was some silence, and Dianna clarified it. "Yes. We have North, Central and South America, geographically. Latin America is used when you refer to its language and culture. Stuff like that".

Clay then asked Dianna, since he hadn't really heard her story on the plane, only at the Base. "So, how did you end up interrogating terrorists?"

"I didn't. I mean, I haven't interrogated any terrorists yet" Dianna admitted. It was on her file, though. "If you don't kill everyone tomorrow, maybe I'll get to do that then" she joked.

"Weeell, I think you've got some experience by questioning and interrogating sexual victims and perverts when you were a teenager" Jason joked, and Clay, Sonny and Brock were shocked.

"I wasn't a teenager" she corrected him. "In Uruguay you're an adult at 18."

Davis intervened. "I don't think it really makes much difference, Dianna".


A couple of hours into the night, the bar was getting crowded by people drinking heavily before getting into nightclubs, and Dianna was feeling incredibly hot with her shirt. She noticed that Davis was wearing a tight blouse with a bit of a cleavage, so she thought that it wouldn't be considered inappropriate to take her shirt off and remain with her tight sleeveless black blouse. It almost had no cleavage at all. So she went to the ladies' room to 'freshen up' and she felt even hotter, but took her shirt off and came back with it around her waist. Apparently this made a huge difference in her figure, because she couldn't get back outside to her table without two or three guys standing in her way, as if the fact that they blocked a woman's passage was incredibly seductive. The last guy even grabbed her wrist when she passed, but she just aggressively shook it and ignored him calling her 'puta' because she didn't want to have sex with him in the middle of the sidewalk. She calmly sat at her table and took a few sips of her cuba libre, the second one of the night.

"You good?" Clay asked, worried because he saw and heard the guy that called her out, and he obviously understood spanish.

"Yeah, why?" she asked confused, then when he nodded to that guy, she dismissed it. "Oh, that's normal around here. In latin countries at least. In the States too, actually, depending on where you are".

"Yep" Davis just agreed and took a few sips of her beer. Clay and Jason glanced at each other, a bit concerned, but didn't say anything else.

After they ate some great fish and chips, which was not a traditional colombian food at all, they made their way back to their building, with Sonny insisting they should hit some nightclub, but they were all spent.

Dianna said good night to everyone, then walked to the bedroom with Davis, and continued walking to her bedroom. She pretty much changed her clothes and collapsed in bed.

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