Emma swung her broken ankle down the rows of cubicles hoping to find somebody. It was late and a Friday to boot so every cubicle she found so far was totally devoid of any signs of life. She was about to give up when she heard something moving in the far corner of the floor. She walked over and found one of their new employees still at her desk.
Her name was Charity Loeb, just transferred in from the San Francisco Bureau. She was a minor Cyber Crimes analyst, about as low on the totem pole as they got. She looked up over the tops of her rectangular glasses, " Hello Ms Blackheath" she said, " I was just about to head home."
" I'm glad I caught you" said Emma, " we need you to run a small field operation for us."
" Me?" asked Charity, her eyes filled with stars, " a field operation? But... but I'm just an analyst."
" It is right up your alley" said Emma, " we need you to assist an investigation by traveling to Florida to analyze a computer."
" Sure" said Charity, " I'd love to."
" Then please follow me" said Emma, she liked the younger employees they all stilled believe they could be James Bond and were willing to jump at a moments notice.

Emma led Charity down the row of cubicles to the elevator and punched in her code for Level 37. Just seeing that number made Charity's heart jump, never in her wildest dreams did she imagine she would be seeing that number in the elevator. The elevator rose up Charity's heart beating faster and faster as she watched each floor tick away. Finally the elevator came to a stop and the doors open. The entire floor was totally silent, most of the employees had gone home. Emma led Charity into a room where the standard field kit was sitting on the table next to a file folder marked secret. " This is your standard field kit" said Emma.
She proceeded to give the same speech to Charity as she had given to Rhona a couple of days earlier. " In the dossier" said Emma, finishing her speech, " is all the relevant information about the two girls. We are contacting the administration of Florida State so they shouldn't be any trouble. You will have to check in with the Dean of Students in order to get a key to enter the dorm room but other than that you will not have to deal with them. Don't let them give you any crap, you are part of Enterprise International and on an important errand."
" Yes ma'am" said Charity, picking up the cell phone.
" We have programmed the contact information of the field agent into the memory" said Emma, " once you are in the US you are to report to her with your findings. Make sure you investigation is sharp and quick. Who knows there maybe a permanent place for you in our field operations division."
" Yes ma'am, short and sharp" she said.
Charity gathered up her equipment and shook Emma's hand before hurrying back to the elevator to catch the first plane to Florida.

Charity was in such a state of excitement that she totally forgot to return to her flat and pack anything. She didn't realize this until she was already past security and waiting for the boarding call for her flight. She shrugged it off, Florida would have stores to buy what she needed, it wasn't like she was heading into the wilds of Siberia or anything.

Charity sat down in the plane and let the first class leather seat embrace her. This was the first time she had ever flown first class and immediately liked it. She kicked her shoes off and flipped the dossier open. The two girls were living at Salley Hall on the campus of Florida State University. Charity had gone to school at California State: Berkley and had seen her share of dorm rooms. She would have no trouble blending in with the other students make a short and discreet investigation of what was on the girl's computers and get out without arousing suspicion. This was a great way for her to become a field agent.
The plane took off and Charity leaned back. She wondered what was so important on a college girl's computer that they were willing to send her all the way across the Atlantic to look at it. Surely somebody in the Information Division could just hack into the computer and extract the information. More than likely the computer wasn't on and making any formal requests of the administration of Florida State would tip off the new media and turn this into a circus. The media's involvement would certainly spell doom for any investigation being handled quietly or handled at all. Enterprise International prided itself on being able to fly below the radar.

Charity tried her best to get some rest on the plane but so was excited just to be on the plane she found it was impossible to sleep at all. Instead she spent the time scribbling ideas in the margins of the dossier. Her own ideas of why the two girls had disappeared. The more the flight progress the ideas went from being killed by drug runners and captured by white slavers to being eaten by sea serpents and abducted by UFOs. Finally was Charity was outlining a theory that involved lost Nazi Gold and a secret Neo-Nazi organization called the Fourth Reich killing the girls she felt the plane come to a bumpy landing.
Charity got up and left the plane. The very first thing she realized was how intensely hot it was. Tallahassee was certainly not London. Charity made a stop in the airport bathroom to make sure she didn't look like the living dead before grabbing a cup of very over priced coffee. She caught the first taxi to Florida State.

The campus was alive with students, the sleepy eyed post-Spring Break week long hangover was now gone and the lively atmosphere of a college campus in late Spring was alive and well.
As Charity walked towards Wescott Hall home of the university administration she was fully enwrapped in her fond memories of her college days. Those were so very fun for a girl from small town Oregon to experience the big city and to experience the unique city of Berkley was such a thrill. She wondered if she would ever go back, maybe one day, but not today.
After a quick meeting with the Dean of Student Affairs and two of the universities' lawyers, and after giving a thousand guarantees Charity was given the keycard which would access their dorm room under the strictest of instructions. Charity was very diplomatic and made sure that she left them all with a good feeling that she wasn't going to plunge them into some horrible lawsuit. They really didn't care about the students that were missing but were terrified of being sued by angry parents or civil liberty organizations when they found out they were letting people into student's dorm rooms without their consent.
Charity walked across campus all the way to Salley Hall. It was a much newer building than the dorms she was use to, lots of cement and glass, it looked more like an office building than a dorm.
Charity quickly slipped into the rush of students entering and exiting the building and managed to squeeze into the first elevator she found. According the dossier, Carrie and Stacey had dorm 305 so Charity rode the elevator to the 3rd floor and squeezed off just as another mass of students pushed their way in. Charity rounded the corner and found 305. She slipped the keycard in and listened to the locks click open.
Charity walked into the dorm, straight into an afternoon tryst. Charity saw the guy and girl in the middle of the room. The pair saw them too and freaked out. They scrambled for anything to cover up with. Once the girl had a shirt over her nakedness she turned on the guy. " I thought you were single you ass" she snapped, slapping him.
" I am, I have never seen this bitch in my life, this is your dorm ain't she your roommate?" he replied, holding her bra over his crotch.
" You think I would room with a four eyed freak?" she replied, " who the fuck are you?"
" Friend of Carrie and Stacey" she said.
" Oh those two" she said, " they get into trouble or something?"
" Something like that" said Charity, " that their room?"
" Yah, please tell me they aren't coming back" she said, " I know I'm not exactly the example of clean but those two are such slobs."
" Can't tell you that" said Charity.
The couple hurried into their bedroom and closed the door making sure to lock it. Charity walked into the other bedroom and looked for a computer. At first she couldn't find one, she saw a monitor on a desk but no computer. But then she spotted it sitting on the floor. It was half buried in clothes under the desk. Charity pushed the clothes off the computer and turned it on.
Charity waited for it to boot up as she scanned the room looking for anything that would help the investigation. It just looked like any old messy dorm room, nothing that would make Charity believe they knew the trouble they got into.
Finally the computer booted up and Charity checked the e-mail. Sure enough there were almost a dozen e-mails all filled with pictures. They looked like fairly standard vacation pictures for the first five e-mails. The sixth made Charity blush, Carrie and Stacey were in bed together. They had taken a lot of pictures in bed. Charity slipped in her pen drive and downloaded all the pictures. She took her cell phone out and dialed the office.

" Report" said Emma.
" I have retrieved the pictures, but there are almost five hundred of them" said Charity, " advise."
" Head to St Lucian, give support to Rhona Trevelyan our agent in the field" said Emma, " a body has washed up down there."
" Is it one of the girls?" asked Charity.
" The body has no head" she replied gravely.
Charity took a moment to realize this was turning into a real mission not just some cheap errand. " We're arranging transport about a seaplane" said Emma, " with luck you will be in St Lucian before nightfall. I have uploaded the address to Rhona's beach house. I want you to meet her there and give her your information."
Charity heard the ping on her phone as the address where she was going to meet the seaplane was uploaded to the phone and the address to this beach house.

Charity luckily had enough time to stop at the nearest mall and get enough clothes for a week before rushing to the airport where she met the plane.
Neither the plane nor the pilot inspired much confidence in Charity. The plane was sitting in a holding pond for sea planes, it looked like it belonged in an episode of Miami Vice, the hull was sun bleached, the float pontoons were patched with little grey pieces of metal. The entire thing looked like it wouldn't make it out of the holding pond let alone make it into the air. The pilot was a scraggly sun baked blonde guy in an old greasy Hawaiian shirt that once may have been green. His eyes were blood shot like he'd been out on a three day bender before getting the call. " You, like, that gal I'm supposed to take out to the St Lucians?" he asked, scratching at his four day stubble.
" Yes" said Charity.
" Then let's get going, there is a wicked party I have to be at tonight" he said.
The pair walked down the dock towards plane, " Don't worry little lady" he said, " my Lucille doesn't look like much but she is one smooth customer. She'll get you there nice and smooth, assuming we don't hit that mean mother of a storm that's kicking up in the Bermuda Triangle."
" Really" said Charity.
The pilot opened the door and let Charity climb in. He climbed around the boat and climbed in. He fired up the engines and they promptly backfired loud enough to make every sea gull on the fence take off. Charity turned green, she knew her chances of survival had gone from slim to a snowball's chance in hell. " Its no biggie, I once ran 500 pounds of pure Columbian Gold through a Hurricane, didn't lose one leaf" he said, " course that was the 80s, man I miss 'em. All the adventure is gone from drug running, too many dudes speaking too many weird languages for me. Now I just shuttle folks around, don't pay as well but drugs aren't good at conversation, at least not when sober."
The engines started to hum and the plane gently taxied through the holding pond and slowly and gracefully it picked itself out of the water and high into the sky.

" So what is taking you out to St Lucian?" he asked as soon as the plane leveled off.
" Work" said Charity.
" Hm, hope you packed your lucky rabbits foot" he laughed, " those are some really fucked up islands."
" Any good stories?" asked Charity, " I'd love to hear a few of them."
" Babe, I've been flying the Caribbean for almost twenty five years now, I have stories that nobody would ever believe" he said, " St Lucian certainly has their share. Like the witch of old city cemetery, she was supposed to be a voodoo witch that had a secret potion that could turn people into her slaves. Man I don't know but I bet that stuff would fuck you up but good. I knew a guy who supposedly won a map in some poker game that was supposed to be to pirate treasure. This guy was the most daring fucker I had ever met, he jump out of a plane with plastic grocery bag for kicks and he took off the St Lucians with a map, a shovel, and a six pack telling everybody he was going to dig up enough treasure to buy himself his own island. We never saw him again, hell if we know what happened to him. All I have to tell you is watch your ass down there. They are a wacky place."
Charity took the advice to heart but the pilot continued to talk the entire flight. Charity tried her best to catch any sleep, but the constant chattering drove any sleep from her. She was about to scream for him to shut up when he shut-up and the plane began to descend towards the islands.
Charity watched as the islands came into view, seven emeralds in a sea of sapphire. It looked so beautiful Charity had a hard time believing anything evil could be down there.

The landing was a little rough, the tides tossing the old plane about but finally the plane came to a stop and Charity all but leapt from the plane. She grabbed her bag and headed into town. It wasn't hard to find a cab and the driver eagerly drove her to the other side of the island for a king's ransom. In the back of the cab the full extent of her exhaustion hit Charity and she found it almost impossible to keep her eyes open for the drive.
The driver had to say that they were at the address three times before Charity realized he was speaking to her. Charity paid him and stumbled from the cab. Charity looked at the beach house bathed in evening darkness. She only saw one light on and started to wonder if anybody was home. At this point Charity didn't care if she slept on the freeway she was so exhausted.
Charity managed to walk up the steps to the front door and knock. She leaned against the door and waited but no one came. Charity impatiently knocked again but still only the distant crashing of the waves answered her. She decided to head around the porch and find a back door to break into, she wasn't going to stand outside all night while this high and mighty field agent stayed out all night. Charity rounded the corner and saw the sliding glass door.
Charity tried the door and found it slid open. Charity let off a sigh of relief and took a step in.

Something moved at Charity from the darkness, Charity saw a flash of a shiny nickel gun barrel. She was hit by a person and stumbled backwards. She grabbed her own gun as she was thrown against the wall.
The lights flicked on filling Charity's eyes with a blinding flash. As her eyes adjusted to the light she saw an attractive woman in her underwear holding a gun two inches from her face. Charity had her gun pointed at her stomach. " Agent Trevelyan?" she asked.
" Who are you?" the woman replied.
" Charity Loeb" said Charity, " and I am really hoping you are Agent Rhona Trevelyan because I am too tired to fight you right now."
" Emma sent you?" she asked.
" Yes" said Charity.
The gun disappeared from Charity's face and she took two steps before flopping on a padded chair. " Sorry" Rhona said, " I'm a little on edge, but I am glad you are here."
" Let's hear about it" said Charity, realizing her magazine from her gun was still in the holster.
Rhona sat down and dropped the revolver on the coffee table before recounting the last 36 hours.