Black silk sheets covered the bare bodies and tangled limbs of Ellie Knightfall and her current paramour, Samantha St. Clair. Soft summer rain pitter-pattered against the roof of the penthouse apartment, adding an ambiance to the evening. The Blackberry on her nightstand blinked and began playing the chorus to 'Sugar, We're Goin' Down'. Turning over in bed, the sheet slipping down to her waist, Ellie grabbed the phone and held it up to her ear. "'Hello?" The natural French accent was apparent in her sleep-filled voice.
"Long time no hear, kiddo." It was the raspy voice of Brady Calhoun, an acquaintance from earlier in her life, a former mercenary employed by her family who had broken very far away from the Knightfalls.
"Calhoun...it's 2 AM in the morning." Sliding out of bed, she pulled the silk robe off of the back of her vanity and loosely belted it around her waist. Walking over to the floor to ceiling windows that looked out on the city she rolled her eyes, knowing that he would have no idea as to what she was doing. "People better be dying."
"Close, lass. People will be. I need somebody to infiltrate a private island retreat and obtain a device for me."
Eyeing the bed, she assured that Sam was still asleep. Lowering her voice, Ellie moved into her private office. "That's much more your shtick than mine, pretty boy."
"Aye, it would be, but it requires somebody with tech savvy in the field."
Slipping into an old leather armchair, she slung her legs over the arm and rolled her eyes. "Send me everything you've got on it, I'll give it my best shot."
20 Minutes Later
The file had been read over by her super-processing mind. A small private island where a quiet millionaire was hosting a 'fund raiser'. The object of attention was a small device that could reportedly cripple an entire country's tech capabilities - including defense systems. It was hidden under the guise of a couple's retreat.
That was the part that irritated her. Calhoun popped up every now and then and whenever he did, trouble and irritation tended to follow. In this case, the fact that she would need a partner for this mission. There was one man she trusted enough to put forth the charade of being even remotely involved with and it maligned her to no end to have to reach out in this fashion.
After vaguely explaining the situation to Sam, she left her alone in her bed and was off on a short drive to San Francisco. It was an additional hour before she landed on the island after contact with Wilhelm. Ellie had absolutely no idea how an AI system managed to convey a smarmy, self-satisfied tone.
Morning rain drizzled as she pulled up the hood of her Burberry raincoat, protecting her from the warm summer rain as hints of sunlight began to color the horizon. Stepping off the barge and onto the private island. Pulling the Blackberry out of her pocket, she directed a simple text to the AI system 'here'.