The chirping of tropical birds echoed overhead as the sun dipped closer to the horizon in a cascade of gold and amber. Calista adjusted her bright coral bikini, running a hand through her curly hair. Against the backdrop of paradise—the clear blue skies and swaying palm fronds—she could almost momentarily forget why she had come here in the first place. Almost.
The tiny Caribbean island of Isla Dorada was more than just a tourist destination. Beneath its pristine exterior lay secrets as intricate as the reef surrounding it. Calista, a field agent for an international task force, wasn’t here for leisure. Her mission was to intercept a dangerous arms dealer set to arrive under the guise of a wealthy vacationer. But appearances mattered here. If she was going to blend in, she needed to look the part of just another sun-kissed holiday seeker.
A shadow fell over her from the nearby beach hut as a sharply dressed man in a white linen shirt approached. His aviators reflected her image back at her—a confident woman in the midst of a dreamlike setting. Only her keen intuition told her to stay on edge.
“Beautiful day, isn’t it?” the man said, his voice carrying a polished European accent. He gestured to the bartender for a drink, leaning casually against the hut’s bamboo rail.
“It is,” Calista replied, keeping her tone light as she reached for her own coconut cocktail. Years of fieldwork had taught her the art of conversation—never reveal too much, never give too little. “First time here?”
He smirked. “Oh no. I come to Isla Dorada often. It’s… inspiring. And you?”
She met his gaze, her mind racing. His description matched the information she had—a man refined and cultured, someone who could blend into high society. Her fingers brushed against the bracelet on her wrist, a disguised communications device linked to her handler. This had to be him.
“First time,” she lied smoothly, sipping her drink. “I needed a break from city life. No meetings, no emails, none of that boring work life.”
He smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes. There was something calculating in his expression. “Yes, it’s important to escape distractions. Otherwise, we might forget what truly matters.”
Her heart quickened. Was that a threat? A test? She couldn’t be certain. But she held her ground. “I suppose that’s true. Though sometimes distractions have a way of finding you anyway.”
For a moment, their gazes locked. The sun painted the sky with deeper shades of orange, the perfect camouflage for the storm brewing beneath their conversation. Outwardly serene against the tropical paradise, they were two predators circling one another.
As the bartender handed the man his drink, Calista’s bracelet vibrated almost imperceptibly. A coded signal confirmed her suspicion—the man in front of her was Raphael Delacroix, the very target she had been sent to apprehend. They were alone on this side of the beach. It was her moment to act.
But before she could make a move, he leaned closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. “I know who you are, Agent. And if I were you, I’d enjoy a little more of that drink. It might just be your last.”
With that, he straightened and walked away, his figure disappearing into the encroaching shadows of the palms. Calista exhaled slowly, already formulating her next course of action. The mission was far from over. The edge of summer could be as sharp as a blade—but she’d make sure it cut his way.
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