Newman contacts the agents.

Both Ava and Angel drove through the night, quick enough to get back to the penthouse but not too fast to raise suspicions. As they both drove into the private garage and made their way to the elevator, they could hear the sound of cat calls echo through the concrete parking area. Without looking, Angel raised her fist to flip the bird to whoever was behind them as both bikini clad women entered the elevator. The two agents pretended not to notice the three young men walking in the parking garage as the elevator doors shut.

After showing and changing out of their summer beach attire, both agents noticed a call notification on the GDF laptop on the dining room table. Ava threw on a comfy white cotton crop-top and black boy shorts before jogging over to the laptop. Angel stood next to her a few moments after, going with a similar comfortable attire of a black sports bra and grey sweatpants. Just when the video call began, Ava closed her eyes as the same soapy aroma that filled her senses from the GDF briefing a few days prior. Quickly regaining her concentration as Newman appeared on the screen, she felt the uncovered arm of Angel brush against her. A second face popped up on the screen, resembling the Romanian police official Popescu while a look of scorn on his face.

“Agents, I have asked the Chestor-șef de poliție Popescu to join this call for your status update,” notified Newman in a very straight-to-the-point tone.

“Yes sir,” Ava began, “agent Angel and myself were able to successfully enter the Player Club undetected as GDF. Agent Angel was able to non-lethality subdue a cocktail waitress there and assume her identity. I was able to enter as a guest for optimal surveillance,” she continued.

“Where you able to find any new information on Victor or the missing girls?” Newman quickly inquired, almost cutting Ava off. Angel then spoke up.

“Yes sir, I was able to secure an invitation to a party that Victor personally invited me to tonight,” she reported. “While no additional information was made about the missing persons, the visual confirmation of Victor and the party invites is a positive development.”

A confused look appeared on Angel and Ava as both Popescu and Newman didn’t respond. After a few moments, Newman broke the silence by calling out to the Romanian police official.

“Shortly after you two agents left the club, an emergency 112 call was made from there with a report of a ****,” Popescu’s voice went from disdain to melancholy. A photo of a bloodied, naked, blonde woman popped up on the screen, triggering Angel to curse under her breath.

“That’s the girl I knocked out and took her clothes,” Angel solemnly confirmed.

“A few loyal officers and I were able to get there first to ensure the…”nature” of the killing was not publicly known,” Popescu continued.

“This is extremely troubling that these murders are occurring almost out in the open, especially since you both arrived,” Newman explained. “I had a GDF approved and trusted contact in Bucharest deliver the previously mentioned gear to your rooms earlier today. You’ll find each of yours in the respective lock boxes, with a temporary code sent to your watches,” Newman continued.

“Thank you sir,” Angel responded, finally shaking off the image of the innocent woman killed right where she left her.

“What is our next move sir?” Ava confidently asked. “The party is only a few hours away and located at the following address…”she then motioned to Angel to hold up the invitation to the camera.

Popescu seemed to perk up after seeing the invitation. “That address is actually one of Romania’s oldest castles,” he explained. “It has had various owners over the years, but I believe it is currently owned by a private party and not a historical society or the state.”

“Agents, your next mission is to enter this party that Victor invited you to,” Newman ordered. “The priority is finding the missing women by any means necessary if found. Capture and interrogation of Victor or any confirmed high level associates is secondary. Understood?”

“Yes director,” both female agents confirmed simultaneously.

“Good,” Newman replied. “Now the gear we sent you has instructions with each item. If there is any question, be sure to reach out to the GDF Ops Management Team. And agents, be safe out there,” finished Newman with a nod as the screen went dark.

Ava shut the laptop and looked to her partner. Angel was still looking where the glowing image of the girl’s body was, almost as if she was frozen in time. With a slight shoulder nudge, Ava was able to break her fellow blonde agent’s spell.

“Sorry Banshee, that one just hit a bit different,” Angel offered, slightly embarrassed. Ava comforted her with a soft pale hand on the other’s exposed shoulder.

“Come on Angel,” the red haired agent offered, “its not your fault and we get to finally get these fuckers.” Angel nodded back confidently.

“Fuck yeah,” she replied, placing her hand on top of Ava’s. Ava gave her a smile in return as she peered into her room viewing the lockbox with her new GDF gear. They should probably get ready for tonight’s mission...but Angel’s soft hand and soapy scent is distracting our secret agent.