To, some they thought the twenty four year old novice was ready for his first assignment, as an agent, of the International Secret Service. To others, they had their doubts that he could handle all the training it took to become experience in the espionage game.
Under Petrach Merrill, leadership, of the world’s independent agency many was taught, by on the job experience like Damon Richard, Edwards. Who first assignment had him tracking the movements, of Santiago Wills? Who’s a wealthy Jamaican businessman. He drew the attention, by being associated with Hector Raphael, known to the ISS, as a powerful drug-lord, who has assassinated many agents?
What surprises them the most is that it’s done by ,his orders behind the wall, of the federal penitentiary that he’s serving time? And, the last they agency heard about agent Damon Edwards, was his visit to Club Ecstasy, a former business once owned, by the Latin Divisionary Force. Although rumors has them still being the owners.
Even, if it states, Milo Nassau, as the new proprietor. But, the operatives, of the International Secret Service dossier says different. Although Nassau, is rich and successful in his own right, in the island, of Bahamas, located in the Atlantic ocean region just north, of Cuba, and set southeast, of the United States.
His past has crossed that, of Hector Raphael, when he served time in the states. He was offer his freedom, if he accepted being deported back to his homeland and avoid any relation with any associates, of Raphael. But, his employment, of Ricky Sanchez, to manage his club Pure Pleasure has bought him the attention, of Dion Francis, Cassavettes, the top operative under Petrach Merrill.
Who main job is to locate dead or alive the body, of Damon Edwards? And, if it requires lethal force he has the blessings, of his chief to accomplish that mission. The dark tanned and handsome Italians, has always wanted a vacation in the Bahamas, and his wish was granted. Even , if he must enjoy it in a rescue mode, of enjoyment.
What surprised him the most? Is he isn’t alone, as Jako Suzuki, the top operative, of Europeans and Asian assignments will assist him in locating their missing member. At, just five feet ten, many underestimate the cool and quiet demeanor, of this man. Only to realize that he’s tall enough to deliver punishment to any and plenty.
In Jamaica, word has reached Santiago Wills, to lay low for a couple, of days. Word that he evades to operate his empire according to his plans. After all, he has twisted the country motto “Out of many, One People” into “Success Comes ,from One Man Plan”.
The reason, he has been warned to stay out, of public view is because word has reached Hector Raphael that his fiancee Venessa D. Reyes is involved with him. Still, he carry on like the advice wasn’t warranted or accepted.
“Santiago, we need no trouble with the LDF…none, what so ever?” “Bobby, she’s mine and will continue to be mine!” Willis states loudly with his voice in rage to his trusted associate. “Raphael, isn’t Jamaican, and isn’t running nothing, but a empty threat, from prison.” Explaining, he’s only became associated with the Latino because it required it to get close to his former fiancee.
“Remember Bobby, I’m like thunder loud enough to roar and like lighting to make you move!” Advising his good friend to return to business and leave the worrying to him. While miles and miles, from one another word reach Dion F. Cassavettes , that a Bahamian singer name Aretha English, might be his best bet, at locating agent Damon Edwards.
That night, he and his associate Jako Suzuki, pay a visit to the Pure Pleasure establishment. Which, they thought was an exotic entertainment club only to find a jazz and soul upscale club. As soon, as they enter the door Cassavettes hear the smooth tones, of Aretha English. Who’s singing a jazzy version, of the Temptations “Loneliness Made Realize It’s You That I need?”
He catches the eyes, of the light skin slim and talk beauty, as they walk passed the stage area. Which is designed to give fans the opportunity to feel closer to the performing artist. With, a nodding, of their heads, they separate into different area, of the club.
As, soon as Aretha English, conclude her final number she finds Cassavettes, waiting to escort her, from the stage. She politely take his assistance and his offer, of a drink to talk. A charmer he has always been since his youth. Probably, better at it, as he gotten older.
“I’m Dion Cassavettes, Miss English.” “I’m sure you know, I’m Aretha English , and who’s your friend that has his eyes constantly on you?” Pointing out that she notice the signal they gave to depart, from one another. “You saw that huh?!”
“That handsome looking Asian gentleman, is agent Jako” “Seriously, Mister Dion, who is he to you? Not believing that the top operative is truly telling the truth about his associate. “You don’t believe I would lie?”
“Maybe, maybe not?..I’m just not buying that agent line.” Saying, she have year that excuse, from a young black male heading to Jamaica just, a few days ago. “Okay, he’s my brother..we was adopted.” Another line she doesn’t but, from the good looking forties agent.
“Mister Dion, you know I can get the information about you and him, by calling around for it.” “Fine, my dear lady, he’s a business associate and, we’re thinking about purchasing the club.” Which seems to settle the debate quicker than, he ever thought a fabrication could. He thinks, to himself that he tried telling the truth, but it couldn’t persuade her to accept the truth.
“You said someone else used, my line before?” “The exact line, Mister Dion. As if, it was a code to pass along.”
Thinking, if it’s his associate he inquires further. “Describe this vision, of yours?” “My vision..I beg to deny that, Mister Dion…but your associates, friend, client, friend was accompany, by associates of, Mister Santiago Wills.”
“You’re one, of the few to speak openly about Santiago Wills, Miss English.” Cassavettes says, in his Italian tone voice. “He don’t intimidate me, Mister Dion.” Explaining there things in life that you either control or lose control of. And her independence isn’t to be held, by others.
Within seconds his fellow operative Jako Suzuki, intervene between them. “Cassavettes, I have been asked for your present.’ Says, the handsome looking top Asian agent, of the ISS. “You seems to been called, by your superiors, Mister Dion.” “My Superiors?” He replies back.
“Exactly, what I spoke?” “You’re an interesting lady, Miss English.” “So, are you, Mister Dion. So, are you..and by the way. All my friends call me Re-Re.”
It’s close to an half hour later. When they are in the company, of Petrach Merrill, who explaining the reason for their meeting. “Gentlemen, All sources that have any clue to Damon Edwards, has him being sent to the Bahamas.” Further stating, it was by orders, of Milo Nassau.
“What you’re saying he’s still within this region?” “Exactly!” But advising them that the connection between Wills and the Bahama, is deeper that they can’t begin to connect the dots.
“Rest easy, Petrach. If Damon here in these Islands. We’ll track him , from all immediate corners.” Dion Cassavettes, states firmly to his intelligence director. “Even, if Re-Re might have to assist us.” A name that throw their agency chief for a lost. “Re-Re?” “That’s an inside joke, Petrach.” Suzuki, shoots back to close the conversation before other ears is alerted.
Ears, that has paid close attention to the operatives every move since leaving the club Pure Pleasure. allegedly owned, by Milo Nassau, although Hector Raphael has been linked closely to being a silent partner. Jako Suzuki, excuses himself to attend to the restroom facilities, of the establishment he and Dion Cassavettes was asked to meet their director. And, closely following him is two Latin members.
“Cassavettes, I hope you notice those men went toward the same direction, as Jako?” “I paid close attention Petrach, but rest assure Jako, can handle it.” Explaining, he can survive obstacles better than they can or could.
And, from the rumble coming, from that direction. You would figure that some-body’s will most differently be hurt or injured, by the powerful noise reflecting loudly down the hall.
With, the skills, of all his training in karate, Jako Scott, Suzuki, has sent his assailants traveling backward in the directions they came. When one went toward his side, as if, to pull out a weapon. The well trained agent pull his weapon and fire off four shots into the body, of the two Latin visitors.
“Good shooting, Jako.” The director congratulate his agent. “Merrill, I’m not too proud to kill.” Jako Scott, Suzuki replies. “Especially, if it means living.” Adds Dion Cassavettes, with a slight humor in his voice. Hours later, the two agents has went separate ways with Jako Suzuki headed to Kingston, Jamaica to follow the moves, of Santiago Wills. While the well dress Italian agent Dion Francis, Cassavettes stays on the trail, of Milo Nassau.
He is within the audience, of the club owned, by Milo Nassau, when he witness three Latin members, in the company, of the wealthy Bahamian. One, who’s bravely exposing a LDF necklace, which he knows is the sign, of high rank members, of Hector Raphael group. He pay close attention to their every move and happen to notice them looking in his direction. Whether, it’s to intimidate him is a secondary matter to him.
Because, his prime objective is to locate a fellow missing agent. And, fear just doesn’t him because he has been in tougher situations before. If, it wasn’t for his uninvited guest he might have paid them a visit before they paid him one.
“Mister Dion, this isn’t the time to play hero.” “Miss English?..what brings you hear?” “Saving your life, Mister Dion.” She extorts in a quiet and respected manner. While pointing out that the Latino Divisionary, isn’t the only weapon carriers in the audience. Even advising him his life would end this night before, he’s able to pull his weapon.
“Re-Re, never unestimate my skills?” “Skills, doesn’t matter, if you out gunned, by two forces, of enemies.” Pointing out that Milo Nassau, has his people station, at all the entrance to the club. “So, you’re saying even Raphael’s people must be fearful?” “It depends on, how you worship dying?”
She slowly lead Dion Francis, Cassavettes to the dance floor to dance to the jazzy atmosphere, of the house band. While aware that this one move has placed her further, as a enemy of Milo Nassau, but she stares him down better than, he could ever stare Aretha English down, with his frown. “I think you made no friends, by dancing with me Miss English?” He strongly states in his romantics voice, of Italian. “Mister Dion, I’m not frighten, of the likes, of Mister Nassau.”
Slowly, other LDF, associates moves into a circular motion around agent Dion Cassavettes, and the jazzy singer. With each move, the agent is trying to out maneuver their thinking process, by paying close attention to their movement. He knows, Jako Suzuki isn’t around to assist in this matter. But, he doesn’t truly rely on others to assist him anyway. It’s just convenient to have a trusted soldier’s covering your back.
“Miss, English. If something should happen..and it will. I’ll protect you , from the storm. If I’m able too.” “Who knows, Mister Dion…I might just be your guardian angel?” Soon, the Latino Divisionary Force move on the orders, of Ricky Sanchez, by drawing out power assault weaponry. As, they do their reactionary thing so does Aretha English, who out, of the blue return fire toward their directions that surprises Milo Nassau and Sanchez? Who scatter for cover? In all the shock reaction, of Aretha English, none is more surprised, by it than Dion Francis, Cassavettes. Who doesn’t ask questions, but assist her in returning injectors, at the LDF?
Wounding three and killing four, of the group associates. While, the rest retreat out the doors, of the nearest exist. Even , in all the conflict Nassau and Sanchez escaped , without being notice. Or, so they think.
“Damn! Nassau vanish” “Mister Dion, rest easy. He’ll be back.” English calmly says. While knowing Dion Cassavettes, wants to ask her questions. “You’re surprised, by my shooting, Mister Dion?” “Totally amazed, Miss English. Total…ly amazed.” Which brings a smile to the Bahamian singer face.
“Many people are, Mister Dion…especially men.” Explaining that she once worked for the Bahama local secret service division. And, was hired, the American Intelligence unit to keep Milo Nassau save, from those wanting to harm him. And, since she could sing pretty decently many would have never suspected her occupation.
“You’re good. I know someone that could use your talent.” “You’re talking, about Petrach?” A name she says, that shocks him. “Let me guess..he already tried to enlist your talents?” “Something like that, Mister Dion.” Advising him they discuss matters, of her employments later. While still leaving him amazed.
As, she seats herself, at a table that wasn’t shot up. “What’s the Deal with Milo Nassau?” “His associates wants more stake in his operation like they have in his cousin, in Jamaica”. “Who’s his cousin?” He calmly ask the beautiful brown skin singer/agent. “Mister Santiago Wills”.
Explaining, while they close relatives, somehow they have let the business side blind them to others advice. “I’ve got to reach Jako.” Dion Cassavettes states. “You’ll be lucky to reach him, Mister Dion.” Pointing out that Santiago Wills, has totally control over the island communication station.
Within hours arrangement has been made to get Dion Francis, Cassavattes, to the island, of Jamaica. And, in this visit, he’s not alone, as, he has an invited guest in the person, of Aretha English. And, the first place they stop to to enjoy the entertainment is Club Ecstasy, owned by Santiago Alonzo, Wills. Who knows Aretha English, from the day the were in the Jamaican Jive Band? Who , he spots seated in the audience with Dion Cassavettes?
He motion for the Bahamian song-tress to come to the stage to perform for the crowd that are regulars, of the Ecstasy club. Instantly, Aretha English advises the audience that she will be during a Jamaican version of, “When I’m Gone”, a Smokey Robinson comp[position written for the American singer Brenda Holloway. But, also a clue to the tough and smooth Italian singer to watch his back.
Cassavettes, doesn’t realize the meaning until, he spots three Latin guest staring him down. While spotting the LDF necklace shining with true gold. He thinks to himself that he just went through this transactions seven hours ago on another island. But, unlike the last time he spots Jako Scott, Suzuki, who motion to him to move on three to the left. And, on that three count the agent does exactly, what’s asked, by his fellow agent. Not once , did he hesitated as, he witness Jako Suzuki, let lose with all kinds, of weaponry toward the LDF members.
“What’s in the hell is going on, man?” Wills query with rage that has been unleashed in his high society club. Which has attracted some, of the world worse criminal connected individuals. “Simply put… .You’re scum bag!”
The firm and blunt agent speaks directly toward the Jamaican businessman. “I’m not here to babysit you, Mister Wills.” Agent Suzuki states loudly. “I’m a agent with the ISS, and you have a friend of mine hidden somewhere.”
“Make that a friend, of mine too, Mister Wills.” Stated, also by, Dion Cassavettes, who has drawn his weapon and clarified the same information that Jako Suzuki, has stated? “Friend?” Wills stares frowningly, at the two agents.
“Wills, never think I won’t kill you..because I ain’t too proud to kill.” Pointing to the three males, he just placed on the floor, of the club. While Cassavettes, is a slower to draw agent. His associate has a different way, of operating when he wants vital information.
“So, keep acting deaf..dumb..and blind. And, you’ll find you might honestly end up that way.” Santiago Wills, has always been the tough talker, but now, he’s finding it a little harsh dealing with another tone voice that’s makes his seems like a whisper.
“Wills, where Damon Edwards?” Cassavettes intervene with a kinder nature. “Man , are we playing good cop and bad cop?” Before, he gets a response the Asian agent has placed a direct aim into the right foot, of the Jamaican business owner. “Man, I was just joking.” “I warn you ,sir.” Explaining his time is limited in the eyes, of Jako Suzuki. He snap his fingers three times, and his body guards produce a battered and bruise Damon Edwards.
“See, Mister Wills, you can be very co-operative if pushed?” “You know Raphael, isn’t going to like this?” “That’s your problem, Mister Wills..that’s your problem!”
A problem they finding out have not truly been addressed, as other members, of the Latino Divisionary Force has gather on the grounds, of the club. “What your comment again, Asian man?!” Feeling brave after seeing more force outside his club, from his business associates.
“Wills, you got no guarantees they won’t place you six feet deep” Cassavettes with sincerity to Santiago Wills. “Little Man, what he wants to say..you’re better off joining us to live..or die trying to stay connected to a losing battle.”
“For, a Asian, you talk a lot, of bull!” “Sir, I like my fellow agent’s can back it up without, a doubt.” Comments that makes Santiago Wills seems a little nervous. Leading the bruise agent into the arms, of Aretha English, they soon turn all their attention to the LDF group that has arrived, on the scene.
“Aretha!..you’re apart of these intimidators?” “Santiago, you wrong to get involved with people. Who mean you no good one bit?” She retort with great anger. “You betrayed your people for personal gains..at the expense , of getting wealthy.” Pointing out, the former island known, as Xaymaca, deserve people that will up lift their image.
“Just like Milo, you have hurt your nation, by attracting violent forces.” “Why mention, my cousin?” Explaining, they have always competed the only way they knew to stay ahead, of one another. “We just businessmen.” “Keep thinking that..just look at the business you have attracted to your nation.”
Describing that they have always soughted success without realizing that others have bigger stakes in their investments. Which she aim directly,at the LDF members posted outside his club just waiting to move, on a moment notice.
And, before they have any chance, of re-acting the suave Italian Dion Francis, Cassavettes make moves to make sure that the members, of the Divisionary Force, of Latin heritage regret trying to start a battle hoping to come out, on the winning end.
He carefully place detonators, in key spots so, if the group express their rage. They will also feel the blunt, of their own explosion. And, he honestly address that matter with the members.
“Friends..if you let me speak before you decide your move. I feel you need to know that any move you make toward us, or this club…you’re won’t be able to deliver crucial information back to Hector Raphael.” Explaining that inside the club is high explosive planted devices to level a whole compound.
‘Now, if you feel brave…just take that chance!” They think while looking around to see, if anyone is afraid of the advice offered, by the high rank agent, of the International Secret Service. An agency that lend operatives to other area to keep their, from being closely associated with espionage controversy in their own country.
“So, gentlemen, it’s your choice die now and become legendary in passing…or leaving and keep on breathing.” Their answer isn’t slow in coming, as they turn and slowly leave. And, as they do Aretha English and Jako Scott, Suzuki, pull out magnums and aim directly, at their gas tanks and release all loads into their tanks creating a high explosive reaction that all, who witness the commotion hid for cover? The one the most surprised, by their response Dion Cassavettes.
“What the Hell?” He loudly shout. “Hell is, where they at, Mister Dion!” Replies, the former lady agent to her friend. Who is second, in response, by the Asian agent? “We owe them nothing because they was foolish to accept your bargain with them.” Suzuki states.
Pondering their comment and reasoning. Agent Cassavettes agree. “Fools do have other options..and I suppose our were deciding to look just as stupid than those we try to spy upon.” Dion Cassavettes states, as he leave the two friends behind and head off to be to himself.
“I think he’s upset?” “Miss, English. That’s just his way, of saying good job.” Explaining trying to figure him out is like trying to figure worse is better than nothing. A comment that confuse her and Milo Nassau, who along with the others are led to law enforcement authorities for statements about the case that has ended. But more likely have created, a new chapter for the ISS.