It was 2 in the morning in London, a soft summer rain storm gently hit the windows of the flat occupied by Rhona Trevelyan. Rhona couldn't hear the rain, she was too concentrated upon her heavy bag that hung in the spare room. Sweat splattered off her with each punishing blow she delivered to the bag. She couldn't sleep, she was going stir crazy and beating up her heavy bag seemed the best way to correct that. Rhona gave one more fierce kick the bag before stopping. She shook her red hair, splattering everything with sweat. She pulled her sparing gloves off and tossed them at the bag. She turned to take a shower before trying to go to bed for the third time tonight when her cell phone rang the distinctive tone.
Rhona sprint across her flat and scooped her cell phone off the kitchen counter. " Yes" she said.
" I wake you?" asked the distinctive and cultured voice of her boss, Sir Malcolm Bishop.
" No sir, not at all" said Rhona, " I was just working out."
" I have an assignment for you" he said.
Rhona got ready for another meaning less task to accomplish. It was the reason she was up at 2 in the morning trying to beat the stuffing out of her heavy bag. Two years ago Rhona had just graduated college with a major in political science and minors in both Japanese and Chinese with the hopes of following her father's footsteps and joining the Ministry of Foreign Affairs and become the 4th generation of Trevelyans to do so but the day after she graduated a distinguished man in a Rolls Royce pulled up her tiny little flat she was sharing with three other girls. He offered her a job, a job that sounded totally out of this world. He asked if she wanted to be a spy, an actual, James Bond style, spy but not with MI-6 but with the private Enterprise International.
Enterprise International was a multinational intelligence agency, they could go places other intelligence agencies simply couldn't and help people most intelligence agencies wouldn't. Of course Rhona wanted to join, she would never say no.
After a year of intense, almost inhuman training, Rhona was a member of Enterprise International. She had spent the last two years in mind numbing office work, filing documents, answering phones, writing reports, if anything could be worse after all her training Rhona hoped she would be assigned to it. The only time she actually went anywhere was when sensitive documents had to be escorted to another Enterprise International office. It was maddening for Rhona who after being run ragged by the trainers who made the SAS look like the girl scouts, she expected to get something out of it that wasn't being an over glorified secretary.
" What is the assignment?" asked Rhona, wondering what kind of critical paperwork had to be filed in the middle of the night.
" We're sending you to the St Lucian Islands" said Malcolm, in the same matter of fact tone that he would telling her than the quarterly financial statements from the Los Angeles Bureau were late again, " it appears two college girls have gone missing while on Spring Break in the Caribbean. I see this as the perfect mission for you to get your feet wet, please report to the office in an hour, don't forget to pack."
" Yes, yes sir and thank you sir" said Rhona, not sure if this was a really cruel joke or maybe a dream.
Rhona hung up and dashed into her bedroom. She pulled her suitcase out and threw her best warm weather clothes into it. She wanted to do a victory dance around the room but wanted to be at the office early to show that she was serious about the mission. Her first actual mission, this was going to be great.

A car was waiting out front of Rhona's building and she climbed in for the ten minute ride to Enterprise International's building in the City of London. The building was a massive black obsidian spire reaching into the sky, there were no signs outside that this was the headquarters of the largest independent spy agency in the world but that was the point. Rhona walked into the building and up to the security desk.
The security guard smiled a big broad smile at her, she was probably the cutest piece of ass ever to walk through those doors. She was 5'8", not too tall, but not too short, he bet she was no more than 125 and that was streamline muscle and D cups. Her lithe body was clad in a smart black pin strip suit and soft shoes not heels. Her red hair was curled at the ends which fell just past her shoulders, her sparkling sapphire eyes could lit up a room. She was magnificent.
Rhona placed her hand against the scanner while the security guard did his best not to drool on his clip-on tie. She was so use to that by now it was like them smiling and saying good morning. The scan was complete and the elevator across the lobby pinged. Rhona walked over and climbed into the elevator. She took her keycard out and swiped it over the reader, there were no buttons in the elevator, you swiped your card and the computer would move you to the floor you were designated for. Even within Enterprise International there were floors and areas most employees shouldn't be, this removed any chances of bored employees exploring the facility. Another panel opened and Rhona leaned into it to let the device scan her eye. She hated this part, there was just something creepy about the retinal scan. She half feared one day it would malfunction and blow her eye up or something. The scan was complete and the digital reader on the elevator blinked 38.
Rhona smiled at the number, floors 35-40 were reserved for field agents. The swift elevator whisked her up to 38 in record time. The doors opened to the face of Emma Blackheath one of the London office's best field agents. She had a sour look on her face, mainly from the cast that still wrapped around her broken ankle. " Welcome Agent Trevelyan" she said, " please follow me."
Emma looked a lot like Rhona only five years older and with light brown hair. The office gossip was she was the boss' protégé before Rhona but she went on field missions straight out of training. It had always bothered Rhona, she had thought she had screwed up in training and they had resigned her to desk duty, but just walking down this hallway cleared up any of those fears. Emma led Rhona into a small room that had a metal table along one wall. Her equipment sat upon that table, Rhona couldn't help but smile. " Excite are we?" asked Emma.
" Yes ma'am" said Rhona wiping the smile off her face, Emma was renowned for being a tough lady.
" I was too on my first mission" she said, " god I never thought I would get out of the file room."
" You were in the file room?" asked Rhona.
" For almost two years" said Emma, " it drove me insane. Here is your equipment, a basic field set.
" First we have your Walter P99 with holster, if I were you I would keep that little Barracuda you have in your night table. In this line of work it never hurts to have more than one gun."
She was referring to the 357 Barracuda revolver Rhona kept in her drawer just in case. " Next we have the upgraded Model 5 EI cell phone, stronger signal, three layers of encryption, plus uplink to our satellites so mission information can be transferred, it is much easy to carry a cell phone than a laptop. Lastly we have your security set, lock picks, and a keycard descrambler. You scored high in the entry and evasion portion of your training so you should be well versed in these."
Rhona picked her gun up and felt a thrill race through her body. Just holding the gun made her feel like a real agent. She gathered up her new cell phone and the small leather case that held the other tools. She stored them away, " Sir Malcolm should be ready to see you now" Emma said.
They walked back into the elevator and Emma swiped her key. " Can I asked, how you broke your ankle?" asked Rhona, " was it on a mission."
" Promise you won't tell?" asked Emma.
Rhona nodded and Emma leaned over, " Fell down the back stair at my house" she said, " I missed the step and landed on the side of my foot."
Rhona couldn't help but smirk, an agent who had defied death numerous times breaks her ankle in a household accident. Guess we're all human after all she thought.
The elevator came to a stop and the pair walked out. The top floor was mainly the office of Sir Malcolm Bishop, the head of Enterprise International. " Ah good Rhona" he said, looking up from his desk, " please come and sit the both of you."
The pair walked across the expanse of the office and sat in the two leather chairs in front of the desk. " Three days ago two college students, Carrie Jennings and Stacey Allen disappeared from their rented beach house on the island of St Lucian in the St Lucian Islands" said Malcolm as a picture of the two girls appeared in the window behind him, " the St Lucian Authorities are chalking it up to they are simply on another island, with Spring Break and all they probably got island fever and decided to stay another week."
" Why haven't I heard about this on the news?" asked Rhona, " two college girls disappear on a tropical island, sounds like the stuff the media dreams of."
" Ordinarily yes but with the recent rash of girls disappearing which turn out to be hoaxes or publicity stunts the media is very wary of jumping in too fast and making them look foolish and the St Lucian authorities are doing everything in there power to keep it hush, hush. Summer is coming and tourists are their main source of income to rebuilding their islands after those two disastrous hurricanes last year. But the St Lucian government is concerned enough to request our, or rather your, assistance in helping their investigation."
The pictures of the two girls dissolved to a map of the islands. " You are to travel to Miami where you will take a boat out to St Lucian the capital" said Malcolm.
Rhona couldn't help but smile, one more St Lucian and she would probably break down laughing. " You will have to check in with the president of the island, Dorothy Wellman, but after that you are on your own. The girls and you were approximately the same age so finding information among the locals of the island shouldn't be too hard. We have including some extra information about the islands and the two girls in this dossier, you will have plenty of time to study them while on the flight. We will need daily reports sent through your cell phone. Good luck on your first mission."
" Thank you Sir Malcolm" said Rhona taking the folder, " I will not let Enterprise International down."
" I know you won't" he said, " your flight leaves for Miami in an hour."
Rhona stood, and left the office, a spring in her step. " She is ready" said Emma after Rhona left.
" I know she is" said Malcolm, " some of the others on the committee are hesitant but they are always hesitant with new agents. Some of them can't shake Athens from their minds."
" Twenty years hasn't erased it yet?" asked Emma.
" I doubt twenty more will do any more to erase it either" said Malcolm, " but we have to let our new agents in, some of us are getting old."
" You, never" said Emma.
" I wasn't talking about me" said Malcolm with a smile.

Rhona hurried down to her cubicle on the 25th floor and grabbed her lucky charm. It was her grandfather's id disc from World War 2, she always had to have it when flying. Rhona put it into her pocket and hurried out of the building. The driver was waiting and took her directly to Heathrow International Airport.

Rhona sat in her first class seat and took a deep breath. She kicked her shoes off and opened the folder. The first few pages were about the St Lucian Islands, it was pretty basic information, the kind of stuff you'd find in a tour book. The islands were at the edge of the Caribbean Sea, made up of seven islands, St Lucian, Diamond Quay, Windward, Viyar, Rodrigo, Hunters, and Beacon. The population of all seven islands was almost 75,000 but could host three times that number in the summer. Tourism was their number one and almost sole source of income. Last fall two moderate hurricanes hit the islands causing lots of damage, this summer would spell salvation or doom for the islands.
Rhona felt the plane start to taxi, her stomach dropped and her hands began to shake. She wasn't exactly the best flyer in the world. The plane rattled and shook as drops of cold fear laden sweat rolled down her neck disappearing into her shirt. The thrust pushed her back into her seat as the plane slowly labored into the air. The plane finally pushed itself into the sky and Rhona let off a long breath of relief, she'd survived take off.
After they reached cruising altitude and the stewardess had given Rhona her tea she returned to the file. The two girls, Carrie and Stacey, were both fairly average college students at the Florida State, Carrie was physical therapy major, and Stacey a marine biology major. Neither was all that active in any college activities, both had GPAs of 2.8, not bad students. There was little else about the pair in the file, never arrested, Carrie had more than a few speeding tickets but she drove a red Ford Mustang so speeding tickets were to be expected. This looked like nothing but two girls seduced by a tropical island. Rhona knew that feelings, her sophomore year at City College she and some friends went on holiday to Bermuda, the magnificent weather, cute boys with their shirts off, the siren song of paradise was hard to resist. Rhona's rational mind told her the girls had ran off to some quiet corner of one of those islands with a couple of cute boys but there was a little voice in the back of Rhona's mind that said it was something else. Her rational mind pushed those away writing them off as her dream of getting into a real James Bond like adventure.
Rhona wasn't about to complain about the mission, it was a mission and that was all that mattered. Rhona closed the folder and slipped it into her carry on bag. She leaned back in the comfortable airline chair and tried her best to fall asleep.
Unfortunately sleep was hard to find, little worries constantly ran through Rhona's mind. Did she remember to lock the windows? Did she get her sister to watch her cat? Did she make sure her computer was off? Did she pack her birth control? What if they girls are found before she get to the islands, does it still count as a field mission? What if the girls are dead, will she have to tell the parents? What if they don't want to be found, should she tell anyone? Thoughts rolled around and around in Rhona's head as she uncomfortably shifted to her left and right in her seat.

The plane finally landed in Miami with a heavy thud snapping Rhona out of her fitful attempted sleep. Even before she got off the plane she felt the oppressive Florida heat hit her like a humid freight train. Sweat began to collect in various little places on Rhona and began to trickle down as she felt the plane.
The terminal was crammed with people, lots and lots of tourists wandering about like lost chickens in colourful clothing and tacky hats their squealing children running in every which direction. Rhona slowly made her way through the packed terminal, all the people crammed so close together had the heat even worse. Rhona escaped from the terminal into the glaring sun of the taxi area. She hailed the first cab she saw and told her to take her to the nearest marina. The driver mumbled in Spanish and drove through the city at a break neck pace. Rhona took out her cell phone and dialed the special number, 007-34-3677. She listened as the call was direct through one encrypted channel after another until she heard the low beep and punched in her agent number, 2200424. She keyed in the text message to the Sir Malcolm: