The Ghost Unit - Chapter 7

Chapter 7

The 3 figures walk through the giant door concealed in the rocks.

One of the figures let's out a whistle. 'Woah this place is huge. How'd you arrange this General' says the figure.

The General turns to the other 2 figures. 'Well Trinnean this was designed and is operated by Interpol apparently in collaboration with the CIA'

Trinnean turns to Qiyanna. 'You ok.'

Qiyanna nods 'A little sore from the jump but other than that fine.'

(Flashback to a little while back)[TJ draws up alongside him as they come to a corner. TJ takes the corner on the outside and before he realizes it he's heading for a collision with a u-haul truck.

TJ has no other option but swing the car towards the cliff edge. The Mustang hits the skirt of the road. TJ slams the breaks but he feels the huge muscle car understeer. He fights hard to get the car back under control but he feels the back of the car slide out far too much. Before he knows it the back of the car has gone over the cliff and the car has started to fall backwards.

The u-haul comes to a stop blocking the view of the Mustang from the Ferrari. The car starts to slide down off the road. Just then the 2 doors of the car open and 2 dark figures jump out. The car flips on its side and starts flipping down the side of the cliff. The side of the u-haul opens and the 2 figures dart in. As the side slams shut Blake presses a button on the console and the mustang explodes.

'And that TJ is you dying a nasty death.'

The people in the car laugh and the u-haul starts to move.]

Blake walks up to the trio.

'General everything is ready for TJ and Qiyanna.'

'Great let's get them through all the processes. We have a lot of work to start on.'

TJ and Qiyanna follow Blake from the command center into the biometric lab.  They are put through the same tests the General was put through. Their retinas are scanned and voices recorded. Their fingerprints are then scanned and stored. They stand in front of a machine and after a flash of light two plastic cards appear on a tray.

Blake hands the cards to TJ and Qiyanna. The cards light up with their names and call signs.

Blake continues 'These are not just your access cards they are 2 way communicators'  and he hands TJ and Qiyanna a ear piece each.

‘Blake they are active on the system’ says a young girl with huge spectacles.

‘Thanks Geek. Guys this is Sue Gibbs. She’s a computer whiz and is the one who helps integrates all my baby gizmos’

Geek adjusts her glasses waves ‘Welcome aboard’.

TJ and Qiyanna exchange handshakes with Geek and are then escorted to the medical wing.

Blake introduces them to the Doc and explains that they need to have facial reconstruction done as well as any other plastic surgery that is required. Once they are done with their initial consultation they leave the med lab and head back to the command center.

They walk into the command center and find the General staring at a huge screen in front of him. On the screen there are a number of faces. TJ and Qiyanna stand on either side of the General.

‘What is this General?’ asks Qiyanna.

‘These are potential candidates to join the Ghost Unit.’

Pictures of people float around the screen. TJ suddenly points at the screen. 'Aaliyah Crawford. I've heard of her. She's supposed to be one of the most skilled infiltration specialists.'

'Yes' replies the General. 'I had her on the list of prospects. Wanted to run this list by you. You get to make the final decision as these are the people you will command.'

The names of about 10 other people flash across the screen. TJ and Qiyanna look at each candidate and their history. Blake even pulls up videos on the candidates and their skill sets.

After about half an hour he looks down at the pad in his hands and the 3 names he has written down.

'Here you go General. These are the 3 people I want on my team. Aaliyah Crawford, Zafiro Ramirez and Takatchi Nakamuro.'

‘So let’s get the rest of the team’ says The General.

The Ghost Unit - Chapter 6

Chapter 6

A black Mustang shoots around the corner of the mountain road. The driver shift down as he takes a blind curve. His passenger a girl throws her hands into the air and shouts.

'TJ go faster.'

'Qiyanna hold on tight.'

TJ shifts up and slams the throttle and the Mustang roars down a straight stretch coming up to a set of corners.

TJ down shifts as he takes a sharp corner and comes up behind a silver Ferrari. He tries to take the 'stang past the Ferrari but the driver of the Ferrari seems to want a little fun. The Ferrari slides between both sides of the road preventing the Mustang from overtaking.

TJ senses a race and grin. Qiyanna sees the grin on his face and shakes her head. She's seen the look before.

TJ slips the Mustang behind the Ferrari. He lets the Mustang catch up with the Ferrari. He suddenly swings the Mustang to the right. The Ferrari driver sees this and swings the Ferrari to the right to block the Mustang. But as he does that TJ swings the car left down shifts and slams the pedal to the floor and the Mustang shoots forward. The muscle car tears up the road in front of it. He slides the car in front of the Ferrari.

The Ferrari driver now clearly agitated with TJ tries to shoot past again but TJ toys with him. After a bit of tailing TJ lets the Ferrari slip by. He then starts a fresh round of tailing the Ferrari. TJ moves to the right again this time the Ferrari driver moves only partially letting TJ draw up alongside him as they come to a corner. TJ takes the corner on the outside and before he realizes it he's heading for a collision with a u-haul truck.

TJ has no other option but swing the car towards the cliff edge. The Mustang hits the skirt of the road. TJ slams the breaks but he feels the huge muscle car understeer. He fights hard to get the car back under control but he feels the back of the car slide out far too much. Before he knows it the back of the car has gone over the cliff and the car has started to fall backwards. The car flips on its side and starts flipping down the side of the cliff.

The driver of the Ferrari skids it to a stop. He pulls out his mobile and dials 911 as he jumps out of the car and runs to the edge of the cliff where the Mustang went off. As he reaches the edge of the cliff he stares in absolute amazement and shock as he sees the mustang explode. The car is flung into the air.

The driver runs back to his Ferrari screaming into the phone now. He turns around and sees that the u-haul had also stopped but now that the Mustang had exploded it starts moving. So he switches his Ferrari on and flees the scene.

The Ghost Unit - Chapter 5

Chapter 5

TJ and Qiyanna lie sweaty and tired on TJ's bed. TJ turns to Qiyanna and says 'Like I said no other woman would be able to handle me.'

Qiyanna grins just as TJ's beeper beeps. He grabs for it and looks at the message. 'Shit'. He jumps out of bed and puts on his clothes. 'Make yourself at home. You know your way around the base. Have to make a dash. They want a recon done. There's some intel on insurgents to the south of us.'

Qiyanna frowns and nods her head. He walks up to her and kisses her on her forehead. 'Be good while I'm away.' He says and turns to walk out.

Qiyanna calls out to him 'Better be back soon. You can't keep a wild woman like me starved too long.'

TJ grins and walks out.

He jogs his way to the sit room. He recognizes the Colonel standing at the desk and another elderly gentleman standing next to him. There is something about him that TJ can't place.

'Ah TJ so nice of you to come so quickly' says the Colonel. He motions him towards the gentleman next to him. 'This is General Francois Reibery and he's here on assignment from Interpol. He would like to have a word with you.' The Colonel turns to The General. 'I shall leave the 2 of you alone now.'

The General replies 'Actually it’s a nice day outside and I'd like to take a walk and talk if that's ok with Major James.'

'Fine with me General.'

TJ and The General leave the room and head towards the north of the base. They start walking around the camp near the perimeter.

The General looks around to make sure there was no one in earshot before he talks. 'Major what I am going to discuss with you is of utmost importance and of high secrecy. Let me finish and then you can ask me any question you'd like.'

'Ok sir' replies TJ still trying to figure out why somebody at Interpol would want to talk to him.

'First let me properly introduce myself. I am actually General Vladimir Bolchikov from the KGB. Francois Reibery is a cover.'

TJ automatically reaches for his gun.

'There is no need for that Major. I actually have come here on a mission from Interpol. Let me explain.'

'Go ahead. You better have a good reason.'

'Oh I do. I'm here to offer you a job with Interpol.'

'What?' replies a startled TJ.

'The Interpol is putting together a team of the finest soldiers and intelligence officers from different agencies across the world. I was selected to head this team.'

'You're joking right?'

'No Major I'm not. If you are interested I shall continue or else you are welcome to walk away.'

'I'd like to see what you have to say. Who else is on the team? Why me?'

'You are the first Major and the reason is you are one of the finest soldiers I've ever had the priviledge of seeing in battle. You also know how to lead a covert team. I need that.'

'You've seen me in battle?'

'Oh Major there's a lot the KGB knows that you people think we don't.'

TJ grunts.

'I was also thinking maybe you can go back to your room and call the Lieutenant. You might want her on the team as well.'

'What?'

'Don't be so surprised. That's the power of this team.'

'But you said there's nobody else.'

'No soldiers yes. But I have this whiz kid on my tech team and a whole bunch of others who work to maintain the facility specially designed for the team'

'Tell me more about this team.'

'This unit is called the Ghost Unit. It's a covert team as I mentioned before.

He produces a document and holds it out to TJ. 'This is the red seal of the Director of Interpol. It's for you if you choose to accept the offer.'

Trinnean looks down at the letter in the General's hand. He recognizes the insignia of the Interpol. He still is hesitant as to why they would need such a unit. The thought of being part of a secret covert team definitely had a ring to it.

'What is the catch?' asks TJ.

The General clears his throat and says 'You have to die.'

TJ drops his jaw. 'What the f...' He gets interrupted by the General.

'Wait. Let me explain.'

TJ nods his head letting the General explain.

'Since we are taking the best of the best from different agencies, each of you has already made a name and an image for yourselves. Which means...'

'Which means we won't be a covert team as our faces will be recognizable' continues TJ.

'That's right. Now do you understand what I mean?' says the General.

'Yes. But how are you going to stage a death? Not to mention the deaths of all the members of the team?'

'That is something we will have to work on. I have another gentleman I need to go see who might be able to help with that.'

'But General, would it not be strange if top soldiers or agents from the top agencies all disappear or are found dead?'

'Yes which is why we will take a year or more to get the team fully operational. Till then you and Lieutenant Okawa will help me put this team together should you both choose to do so.'

'What makes you so sure she'll want to join?'

'Well I'm not. The convincing her is part of your job as I'm sure you'd like to have her on the team.'

TJ grins. The General stretches his hand out again. This time TJ takes the letter from the General. 'Count me in Sir.'

'I knew you'd say yes' says the General. He shakes TJ's hand. 'Let me know after you speak to Lieutenant Okawa and we'll take it from there.'

'I'm sure she'll say yes as well General. So start the planning.'

The 2 men separate and walk in opposite directions.

The Ghost Unit - Chapter 4

Trinnean James

Chapter 4

To the South of Kandahar, Afghanistan at the Allied troops camp a soldier walks up to a tent like structure. The soldier is around 5 feet 7 inches, with a sun tanned complexion and jet black hair. What sets him apart are his bottle green eyes which gives him an extremely fierce look.

He starts unbuttoning his jacket as he enters the tent but is suddenly startled by a shadow in his tent and reaches for his hip pistol.

'Put that thing away Major.' says the figure sprawled on his bed.

He slips his gun back into its holster and walks up to his bed.

He bends down and grabs the figure on his bed and plants his lips on hers and kisses her long and hard.

'What the fuck are you doing here?' He asks when he moves away from the figure.

'Is that how you say hi to me TJ?' The figure responds.

'Sorry Qiyanna. But...'

'What but?'

'Dint my kiss tell you how much I missed you?'

'Hmmm.'

'Well you weren't expected back till next week and how did you get onto base?'

'TJ you tend to forget who I work for. My mission got over sooner than expected so I'm here. Were you expecting other company?'

TJ looks surprised 'Do you think there'd be another woman who'd be able to handle me?'

Qiyanna grins 'True only I'd be able to handle you.' She pulls back the cover of the bed as she says this.

'You will never change.' says TJ with a naughty glint in his eyes. He pulls off his shirt and drops his trousers and crawls in under the cover.

The Ghost Unit - Chapter 3

Chapter 3

Somewhere in a remote mountain range in Iceland. 2 men walk through a huge steel door sunk into the side of a mountain. As soon as they step through the doors, a rock enclosure seals the entrance, before the steel door shuts. The General looks at this and grins.

'Not bad' says the General.

The director then leads the General further into the facility. He leads the General to a huge room with screens covering 3 of the 4 walls of the room.

'General this is the war room. Your command post in this facility. Everything you have ever dreamed of is here or can be controlled from here' says the Director.

A sandy haired youngster walks up to the two of them.

'Director everything's ready'

'Thank you Blake.' The director turns to the General 'This is Blake Austin code name Gizmo. He's your in house tech genius. He's the one who put this together. Anything to do with technology and Blake knows it.'

'Thank you sir.'

The General smiles as he takes Blake's outstretched hand and shakes it. 'Blake I would like to put these gizmos to test.'

'Sure General. What would you like?' Enquires Blake.

'I want you to find me a soldier named Trinnean James.'

Blake stares at the General. 'Snake Eyes?'

The General stares back and nods his head. 'You know of him?' He asks Blake.

'I worked with him sir. One of the best officers I've had the priviledge of working with.'

'That's good. You will be getting to work with him a lot more. I expect him to head this group.'

The screens in front of them set ablaze in multiple colors and a photo of a young man comes up. The name Trinnean James flashes on the screen.

'Locate him for me.'

'Sir he has been sent on a special classified mission into Sudan. Current location unknown.'

'Well then let's fly to Sudan and find him.'

'Sir that won't be possible' replies Blake.

The General turns to the director. 'As head of this unit I presume I hv the right to override any other security agencies directives?'

The director nods his head. 'Blake ready the G450  for the General. He's heading to Sudan. Give him the necessary documents. Oh but before that, please initiate the various security procedures with the General.'

The director then turns and walks over to a stationary black hawk parked in the center of the facility. As the director gets in the blades of the chopper start to rotate. The director puts on the headset and signals to the pilot to take off. As the chopper rises the ceiling starts parting and the helicopter shoots out into the sky.

The General turns towards Blake. 'Lead the way lad. Let's get all the formalities done so I can leave.'

Blake leads the General to a lab where the General is taken in through a number of tests from blood test. He is then put to in front of a retina scanner and a his voice is recorded. His hand prints are taken as well. He is then put in front of a weird machine and a flash appears. In a few seconds a small plastic card emerges. Blake takes hold of this transparent plastic strip and hands it over to the General.

The moment the General touches the plastic card, it lights up. A light travels up and down the card and suddenly the top portion of the card has words appearing on it. He looks at it and the writings turn into a circle and a light projects out towards his eye and then disappears.

The card lights up again and the words "General Vladimir Bolchikov Confirmed. Call sign The General." displays across the top of the card.

'What the hell?' exclaims the General.

'That General is your access card. It must be kept with you at all times. It is more than just a card. It is a 2 way communicator' says Blake as he hands a tiny plastic object to the General. 'Put that in your ear' he adds.

'Now General can you hear me?' Blake flicks a switch on a nearby console.

The General puts his right thumb on his card and then replies. 'Yes I can.' He hears himself over a speaker unit. He nods his head approvingly.

The General turns to Blake 'Now time to find Trinnean.'

The Ghost Unit - Chapter 2

Chapter 2

Flashback 1 (1990)

Interpol HQ.

'Sir we have received word that a General Vladimir Bolchikov has found "The Butcher" and is taking him to the KGB HQ. What would you like us to do?'

'Thank you Patty. I want to meet the General. Get me the jet and clear my calendar for the rest of the day.' Says the director of Interpol.

An hour later, the director boards the jet and sets off to Moscow to meet the General.

KGB HQ in Moscow.

'General there is somebody here to meet you and says it is important. He is not telling us his name. He just asked me to give this to you.' The assistant hands the General and envelope.

The General takes it and opens it and pulls our a business card. He turns to the assistant. 'Send the gentleman in.'

A minute later the door to the General's office open and the man walks in.

'So what does the director of Interpol want to meet me for?'

'Ah General. Thank you for meeting me at short notice. But there is something important I need to discuss with you.'

'Really? What is so important that you need my help?'

'I hear the KGB has caught 'The Butcher'.'

'Yes you are right. Do not tell me that you want to take claim for catching her.'

'Her?'

'Yes. Did you not know 'The Butcher' is a woman? Her name is Gabrielle Estonia. How did this information slip the Interpol.'

'Well General our resources are not as liberal or as thorough as yours and that is why I am here today.'

'Ok does that mean you need me to catch another criminal for you?'

'Yes and No.'

'Which one is it?'

'Yes I want you to catch criminals and No not for me.'

'So speak up and tell me what you have in mind.'

The director of Interpol looks at the General and sighs before he starts. 'What I have to say does not leave this room. The interpol is looking to start a covert team that is independant of every government action and authority. We have a proposal to set up what we want to call the Ghost Unit. A unit that is invisible to everybody. I am here today to ask you to be part of it and head the team. You will be in charge of the entire operations of the Ghost Unit. What do you say?'

The General gives him a straight face that covers the true confusion and joy the General is feeling inside. 'If I agree do I get full authority? What about finances.'

The director smiles at him. 'You get full authority although you do have to report to me on all you are doing. You call all the shots. About the finances. There is no cap to the spending. Every government has agreed to offer all the assistance and funding they can. Your team will be the ultimate force to combat terrorism and crime.'

'Who else is part of my team? You said the Ghost Unit will be invisible to everybody. What did you mean?' Asks the General.

'Exactly what it means. The members of the Ghost Unit will not be known by anybody outside the unit. It is vital for the operation of the unit. The only people who know the members of the unit will be myself and the heads of the various departments at Interpol. The reason being we need to know who gets the ultimate clearance that only our team can provide.'

'No Director. If you want me to lead this team you have to give me the authority to decide who knows. Your team may be great but I will decide which of them needs to know of the Ghosts. The remaining will be replaced by people I chose. All your men who are selected will be part of the Ghost Unit and will answer to me and report to me. If that is not fine with you then you can find somebody else to head the unit.' Replies the General.

'Fine. You can have the freedom to do so.'

'So Director. If the only people who are to know the existance of the Ghosts are you and the rest of the Ghost team, how do you intend on recruiting people who are heroes in their field of operations? Others will know them. You can't possibly think all of them will undergo plastic surgery. What about family?'

'Yes General. I was coming to that. We plan on faking the deaths of the people we recruit. It is dangerous to have their families know where they are. We want to keep the families out of harms way. About surgery. That won't be required. We have something in place that will shock the hell out of you.'

'Ok now where do we operate from?'

'Ah we have a secret facility that's been built just for the Ghosts.'

A hint of surprise flashes on the General's face. He then asks the director 'You said its a secret facility. How can it be a secret facility when there were people who built it? They know it exists.'

'General you have so little faith in us. We hired one of the best contractors in the world and we flew them to the location at night and they were permanently holed up at the location till the project was complete. Before you ask, the pilots are our best and they are now part of the Ghost Unit.'

'The location maybe secret but I need to interview the pilots and see their records for myself first before I agree to have them on my team. Now about the location. Where is this secret location?'

'Come I shall show it to you.'

The Ghost Unit - Chapter 1

The General

Chapter 1

Year 2020 - 0800 GMT. Situation room at the IEU (International Espionage Unit)secret headquarters located somewhere in a remote mountain range in Iceland. It is also known as the Vault.

The location is known only to the International Espionage Unit members. Within this organization is a team known as 'The Ghost Unit' or 'The Ghosts'.

The Ghosts are the world's best weapon and its best kept secret. The Ghost Unit comprises the best soldiers from different armies of the world. Each Ghost selected for their expertise in a given field. Another feature common among the member of The Ghost Unit is that each member of the unit has no family or loved ones alive. This is a criterion that is checked very carefully before the selection of the agent into The Ghost unit.

The most important part of The Ghost Unit is that its members are all dead. Dead to the world outside. Once selected as a member of The Ghost Unit their deaths are faked to make them invisible.  The members are taken to the secret base from which they operate.

Trinnean James walks into the situation room and looks at all gathered there. He walks up to his seat and sits down.

[Trinnean James - The head of The Recon Ghost Unit selected for his exemplary marksmanship and leadership. Also known as TJ or Snake Eyes - a call sign taken from his favorite G.I. Joe character. He was selected after his stint with the US Marines in Afghanistan. Trinnean was approached by the creator of the Ghost Unit 'The General' and given the authority to select his team of international soldiers to be part of a task force which would be the ultimate weapon against terrorism.]

An elderly gentleman walks into the room and to the white screen in front of the room.

[General Vladimir Bolchikov - Former commander of the KGB and one of Russia's top intelligence specialists. Also known as 'The General'. General Bolchikov started the Ghost Unit at the request of the then director of Interpol.]

The General switches on the projector and turns to the gathering. 'As you all know by now Qiyana was attacked a few days back. From our inspection of the bodies of her attackers it seems they were part of a new terrorist organization called the Raiders. There is very little known about this group. All that we know is they are a mix of some of the top mercenaries in the world who have decided to create a new world order. Qiyana seems to have dug a little too deep so' he looks at Qiyana 'I have to take you out of the field and keep you here at HQ. You need to go through all the information you've gathered. There's something we haven't seen as yet that got their attention and we need to know what.'

'But sir' replies Qiyana.

'No buts. It is an order and you will follow it. TJ I need you to take a team back to Aspen and do a recon. I want to know how and where they picked up on Qiyana. It's a bloody good thing you were around.' He grins at the both of them. 'Ok people let's get moving. We have a lot of work.'

Everybody gets up to leave. Only Qiyana stays back.

[Qiyana Okawa - Call sign 'The Cat' for her agility and lightning quick reflexes. She was recruited for her expertise on stealth warfare. Second in command to TJ and also his high school sweetheart.]

The Ghost Unit

This is just a preview to the latest story I'm working on. If you like the way its going please leave comments and I will add to the story. I am trying out something with this story so I really hope you all enjoy it. As mentioned earlier please comment if you want me to add more....

The Ghost Unit

Part 1

Qiyana feels the icy cold wind against her cheeks as she shoots down the snow covered slopes of the mountain on her new Atomic Blackeye skis. 

She bends her body lower so she can gain more speed. She swerves to go around a tree. 

*THUMP*. 

From the corner of her eye she notices an arrow strike the tree in line of where she was a couple of seconds back.

She steals a glance over her shoulders to see 3 figures in white camouflage fatigues chase her. One of the figures aims a sleek miniature crossbow at her.

Just as the figure squeezes down on the trigger of the crossbow he gets knocked down by what seems to be an invisible hand. Qiyana turns and looks straight ahead and tries moving faster.

The remaining 2 figures behind her also get knocked down. As the last figure gets knocked down Qiyana turns and notices a small splash of red appear on his chest as he crumples to the ground.

She turns around looking for the source of the bullets and she notices a figure in a white ski suit get up. She notices he's carrying a white AWM the british made sniper rifle. She knows only one person who carries that machine and who is that good a shot.

She turns and heads in his direction. As she approaches the figure in white she can't hide the excitement anymore so she grins. On seeing her grin he pulls off his ski mask.

She unlocks her skis and runs up to him and flings her arms around his neck and kisses his cheeks as he lifts her off the ground.

'You fool what took you so long' she says as he let's her down. 

'Oh darling don't tell me you were frightened of those bad guys chasing you?' Says the figure in white.

'Oh TJ would I?' TJ looks at her and grins. 

'No Qiyana you wouldn't. Now let's get you back to base.' 

Qiyana looks at TJ disappointed. TJ walks back to her. Puts his hand under her chin and tilts it to him. He plants his lips on hers. He leans back and says 'I need to get you to safety Qiyana.'

The Proposal

For all of you who have been asking me to put up something new. I wrote this extremely short and fast story for EPIC Magazine. As I told Phoenix this is definitely not one that's my style, but I guess its cos I've become more critical of my work and can't shorten stories anymore. This is the first post I'm putting without images. Do let me know if you prefer it this way or like the images. Anyway I hope you all enjoy it.  - Terror #1

The Proposal

She slips and falls on the soft sand. She feels the sand against her body. A shadow falls over her. She looks up and squints as the sunlight hits her eyes. A hand reaches out to her. 'Here let me help u up.'

She moves back a bit and looks up at the figure in front of her. She notices his chiseled face. She gives him the once over and let us her eyes fall on his eyes. He smiles at her and offers her his hand.

She grabs his hand and let us him pull her up. She stands up and falls onto him. Her hands touch his well toned chest and she starts to blush. She turns her head away and moves back.

'Hi my name is Ronnie.' She smiles and stares at him. Ronnie adds 'Well this is where you're supposed to say Hi Ronnie my name is...' and he grins at her.

'Oh sorry' mumbles the girl. 'My name is Shyla' she says as she offers her hand to him. He takes it and shakes it and then bows 'Honor to meet you.' Shyla starts giggling. 'Who the hell does that anymore?' She then turns around and moves away.

'So when do I see you again? Don't I get your number for being a true gentleman' says Ronnie still grinning at her.

'Just because you helped me doesn't mean I have to give you my number. We'll meet if we have to meet again' says Shyla as she turns and walks away.

He just stands and watches her run back to her friends. He notices the sun dance of her black hair as she flicks it. She turns around looks at him, smiles and then she and her friends turn away. All he can do is just stand and watch her walk away.

3 days later.

Shyla is walking down the small market place near the beach when she see's him standing there. She looks at his close cut hair and his chiseled features. She takes a breath and walks up to him.

'Looks like somebody is stalking me' she says to the man in front of her.

The man turns around and looks at her and says 'Excuse me? I think you have made a mistake'.

'You are Ronnie right? We met at the beach a few days back' adds Shyla.

'Oh Ronnie. He's my twin' says the man.

Shyla starts to turn red in the face with embarrassment. 'Oh but you look identical. Damn I'm sorry.'

Shyla looks the man up and down. 'Actually now that I've had a chance to look at you properly I can see the difference. You've got a better physique and more attractive eyes.'

The man smiles and thanks her. 'So what's your name?' Asks Shyla.

'Uhmm. Well my name is Ronnie' replies the man with a mischievous grin.

She looks at him with disbelief. 'What are you talking about?'

'It's me Ronnie the guy you met yesterday. You should have seen your face when I said I'm his twin brother. Oh and thank you'

Shyla slaps him and turns and walks away. He runs after her. 'Hey what the hell was that for?' He calls out as he catches her hand.

She turns around and bursts into laughter. 'I just felt like slapping you.'

He grins at her catches head and kisses her on her lips. He pulls away and says 'I just felt like kissing you.'

Shyla slaps him and immediately kisses him. She pulls away and says 'That's for stopping.'

She turns around and walks over to a table at a nearby bristo and sits at a chair. She looks over at Ronnie. 'Are you going to leave a lady all by herself?'

Ronnie shakes his head and walks up to the table and sits down.

6 months later.

'Ronnie this restaurant is absolutely beautiful. Isn't that where we first met?' Says Shyla pointing her finger out over the beach.

'Why do you think I brought you here' says a grinning Ronnie.

'So why go all out like this?' asks Shyla.

'What's the hurry? Just sit back and enjoy the afternoon' Ronnie replies with a mischievous smile.

'I don't like that smile Ronnie. You have this sly smile.'

'Shyla what would you like to have' enquires Ronnie as he studies the menu.

At the moment the doors of the restaurant crash open and 5 armed and masked men run into the restaurant. They start firing at the cieling. People at the tables duck for cover.

Ronnie pushes Shyla behind their table and covers her. Shyla grabs Ronnie's shoulder 'Ronnie get behind the table.'

Ronnie pushes her aside. 'Listen they are after me. What I wanted to tell you was I am a secret agent. Those guys there, they work for a Columbian drug lord I've been tracking.'

Shyla's jaws drop but before she can say anything Ronnie whips out a .45 magnum and takes a couple of shots at the masked men as he stands up and runs to a nearby window. One of the men drops to the ground just as Ronnie leaps through the window.

2 of the remaining 4 masked men run out of the restaurant and the other 2 walk around the restaurant. They reach the table behind which Shyla was crouching.

'Shyla Ramiraz?' Says one of the men with a gruff voice while pointing his shotgun at her head.

Shyla stares up in shock and nods her head.

He motions her to stand up. He turns to the other masked man. 'That guy thinks he can draw us away? Well we got what we came for let us leave. The boss will be waiting for her.'

They push her out through the doorway to a black sedan. They bind her hands behind her back before they make her get into the car. When she sits down in the car they pull a cover over her head.

Shyla feels the car start and she shivers at the thought of being taken hostage by the Columbian drug lord.

The drive is silent. Not a word is spoken. Suddenly they stop. She is heralded out of the car. Her foot hits hard ground. She suddenly hears a distinct thump of helicopter blades rotating.

Shyla feels a hand on her head pushing it down. She gets lifted up into the chopper. The sound inside is loud and she feels her head throb.

She feels the chopper take off as she is fastened to her seat. The fear in her growing with each passing minute.

After about a 5 minute ride which felt like an hour to Shyla she feels the chopper descend.

When the chopper lands she is carried off it and set on the ground. She is led over a cobble stone path to what Shyla could only imagine to be the drug lord’s mansion. Suddenly they stop and the bag is lifted off her head.

She stands and stares at the site in front of her. She is standing at a Gazebo at the edge of a cliff. The cliff over looks a beautiful white sand beach. The view is breath taking. She starts to turn around and notices she's standing next to a beautifully laid table. She starts to wonder what's going on.

Just then from the corner of her eyes she sees a movement. She turns and almost screams. There in front of her a man with a chiseled face, with brilliant blue eyes and with nice short black hair wearing a cream suite was knealing down.

'Shyla Ramiraz you once said that you like drama and so I give you drama. What I guess I'm trying to say is I want to be that drama. Will you marry me?' Says a dopey eyed Ronnie.

Shyla stares at him with disbelief. She slaps him then kneels down and kisses him and says 'Yes.'

Shyla then stands up and backs up 'So how did you manage all this? I mean the restaurant the helicopter.'

Ronnie lifts up a pair of binoculars and gives them to her. 'Look down there' he says pointing at a building at the beach.

'But we drove so long and far and then flew for ages' says Shyla in disbelief as she sees the restaurant they were in just a while back.

'Well Shyla it was all part of the scheme.'

'But the restaurant and the damage and the people the guns the bullets. This mansion and property. What about them' enquires Shyla.

'Shyla I left one thing out all these months we've been dating. I own this island we all live on. From the restaurant to this mansion. All I had to do was ask the manager at the restaurant to inform everybody about the scheme.'

'Oh my goodness. So is anything we've shared or done real?'

'Shyla everything was real. I just never told you I owned this place because I knew you'd never love me more or less and it dint matter to you.'

She smiles at him and says 'After all this what if I had said no?'

'Well I would have said it was your loss and not mine.'

Shyla gives him a shot on his shoulder. 'You fool.'

Ronnie offers her his hand and says 'Now my lady will you join me for a meal by the cliff?'

Shyla takes his hand and sits down at the table and they stare at each other. Ronnie pours a couple of glasses of champagne and they raise their glasses.

'Here's to the rest of our lives' and they clink their glasses.

The end.