Time to find Victor.

Ava scoped out her surroundings. The outdoor club was alive with scantily clad people in various bathing suits and a heavy bass coming from the DJ booth. From those who could pass off as super models to those who had a bit more “relaxed” workout routine, this place had all walks of life. In the center of the space was a giant pool, maybe 4 feet deep at the most, with stationary floating beds on the edges. The pool itself was surrounded by wide flat lounge chairs with orange umbrellas and luxurious cabanas with full bars and private rest rooms. The agent spotted the surprisingly less than packed bar and made her way over.

“Heading over to the west end bar,“ Ava spoke into her watch while pretending to fix her hair, “what’s your move Angel?”

Angel snagged a serving tray and walked over to a couple lying on one of the floating bed. “Drink?” she asked. The couple turned and both ordered vodka sodas. Angel gave a quick smile and walked over to bar closest to her. “Taking orders now, figured I’d ask for the name on the tab and get Victor’s order to ID him,” replied the blonde agent.

“Roger, gonna go blend in, radio silence starting now,” Ava whispered into her watch, this time pretending to scratch her back. She snagged a seat at the bar and was quickly greeted by one of the young male bartenders. She gave a quick smile and pointed to one of the specials. Hopefully coming off as a tourist, she picked something that appeared to be a bright blue and plenty of sugar. Just as she pictured it in her mind, the blue alcoholic monstrosity appeared before her. Just as she was handing over her cash, the bartender placed his hand on the bar top and leaned in.

“American right?” he called out, making sure his voice was loud enough over the music. Ava gave a sly smile and nodded her head. “You should seriously consider the contest tonight! An American body like that, you’d knock them dead!” he followed up.

“Thanks! Maybe I will,” replied Ava with a wink as she walked away. She found an open lounge chair and placed her drink down. Ava carefully untied the white lace romper cover-up and dropped it at the foot of her chair. She could already feel and actually see some curious eyes studying her body. That was followed by a slight tingle, a turn-on knowing that only two small blue pieces of fabric were the only things keeping her from being fully exposed. Ava laid back, took a sip of her drink, and began to slowly survey the other club goers.

Angel took two more orders, none of them Victor, before heading to the bar. It hit her that maybe Victor already had a tab open that she could check. The blonde agent made her way to the bar, hoping the bartender wouldn't discover she wasn't Camelia and knew where there target was. As she walked, she noticed Ava laying on one of the white lounge chairs. Their eyes met and with a quick mutual nod, they went into action.