Ava gets recruited.

Ava found herself in a dive bar in Havana. While she had a love/hate relationship with Cuba, it was good to be back. The circumstances however, could be more ideal. Going against her typical choice of attire, Ava was wearing a pink sundress and had her red hair in a long braid. Trying hard to look like a tourist, she made sure to speak broken Spanish while asking a million questions about the menu and drinks. Yes, she was playing the naive tourist role hard, trying to get noticed.

This was Agent Hope's third day in Cuba and so far no bites. The trouble with Moreno was that his followers were everywhere, so there was no specific country or region to start searching. Cuba was where the last known missing person disappearance with evidence pointing to Moreno. So seemed like a good place to start. Ava was getting frustrated with the lack of cultists, but was internally grateful for being in Caribbean for so many days. Especially since the next stop on the Moreno tour was Canada.

"Your daiquiri miss," the bartender said as he placed the fruity cocktail in front of her.

"Gra-se-ass, sen-yor," painfully thanked Ava in spanish, solidifying her tourist role. She could only drink so many of these before she needed to do boot camp again, but damn it they were tasty.

"Hola senorita! You American, yes?" asked a local who just arrived at the bar.

"Si! I am Americano," stressed Ava, knowing her spanish tutor was rolling in their grave.

"Oh wonderful! Welcome to Cuba! I can't believe such a beautiful American woman is here in my country! Please, let me join you!" implored the cuban man.

Ava couldn't turn down any leads, which meant she had to see through any random assholes who just wanted to get in her pants. They spoke for a few minutes on Cuba, the states, her plans, and all the typical stuff a man asks about a woman he's pursuing. She found out his name was Pablo, a native to Cuba, and was quite alright with him paying for her next drink.

While sipping her free new drink, Ava noticed that the conversation began to turn. Pablo spoke of free-thinking, enlightenment, and allowing ones-self to accept a higher power. No shit, this could be it, thought Ava. She made sure to seem interested and make physical contact by placing her hand on his wrist. With her other hand she took another sip of her drink. Fuck, she thought, is this drink getting stronger?

"Hey...Pablo...I'm super interested and...seriously...I...want to know more...but I got to go to the little girls room," said Ava, finding herself now struggling to speak. She made it to the bathroom door when her legs began to feel rubbery and her vision blurred. She closed her eyes to get her bearings but after opening them again it only made things worse.

Ava suddenly felt herself falling backwards, knowing she was about to helplessly hit the ground. She didn't feel it, but she noticed two muscular arms appear un between her arms and torso, seemingly catching her. As her vision was going dark, Pablo walking in front of her, quickly picking up both her legs. She felt herself being carried down the hall that lead away from the bar.

"Parece que tenemos otro," said Pablo, with a devilish grin on his face. Last thing Ava noticed was being brought into an alley, then everything went black...