/// Connecting … [OPERATIONAL ARCHIVES]
/// Accessing … OK.
/// Decrypting … OK. --- Cross Reference Parameters: LUNA, PROJECT EIDOLON, ROGUE AGENT --- Result(s): 4
-A.OP.TRF_442162_267214_T <--
-A.OP.NXS_946251_641731_S
-A.OP.DAT_854113_184434_D
-A.OP.EFS_614166_321415_N
/// Loading … [A.OP.TRF_442162_267214_T] … OK.
The double doors to the dance room swing shut behind Luna but the music, though muffled, followed them into the long hallway. The savage beating of electronic drums matched Carlotta’s rhythm as she walked, sinuous – snakelike. Her slender feet falling one in front of the other. Glossy pink high heels striking the cold ground. Clop. Clop. Clop.
Luna followed.
It had taken weeks to get this far. The deal with the information broker was going to be troublesome to pay back, but she’d worry about that later. The next piece of the puzzle was Carlotta: An exceptionally beautiful young brunette. Long legs, slender build, wing tattoos and fiercely sensual. A true dark angel.
Luna had the pleasure to tail her mark all night. She watched her dance hard and party harder. Make out with two girls. Slap one of them silly in a private booth, steal her purse. Then finally drag a man into a bathroom stall for some rough and loud negotiations.
This wild thing was Luna’s one shot at the truth.
And as the freight elevator door closed down locking both women alone in a tight space, Luna hoped Carlotta would just … cooperate.
(To be continued.)