Agent Morelli

Antonia Morelli was a real looker where most undercover agents are concerned. She stood tall and statuesque at five foot nine with dark red hair, and a lovely hour glass figure that measured thirty-six, twenty-four, thirty-six. She was every redhead lover's dream come true. All she ever had to do was flash that beautiful smile of hers with those thick, pouting lips, and hearts would automatically begin to melt. But her biggest strength was not in a body to die for, but in her deep green emerald eyes, where many a man fell victim to her. She was one of the best infiltrators the Agency had, and she proved it on every assignment she was given with a one hundred percent success rate. Up to this point, none of the assignments she was handed ever went south. That is, until this assignment.

Morelli stood there, waiting for HQ to answer. Finally, they did.

"Toni? What seems to be the problem?" a voice came through her ear buds.

"We've got a situation here. Amanda has been taken below by Melville. I'm not sure if it is for interrogation, or if he decided she would make a great addition to the mansion's harem. How should I proceed? Am I to rescue her, and await extraction for both of us? Or let it play out, and hope for the best?"

"Is there any danger you could be identified by her?"

"I'm not sure," she answered honestly. "She was almost taken by Delholme in the cloak room. That would have been much more dangerous than Melville, as we both know. I stopped them just in time. She definitely knows I'm here."

"This could be very bad, either way." Silence came on the other end for a few moments. Then the voice came back through her ear buds once again. "Do what you think is best. If you think you can successfully get her out of there, do it. But only if you think you can do it. If not, stay low profile, and get out of there as soon as you can. Amanda knew the risks. We don't need to risk both of you."

"Thanks, Pete," she responded. "I'll see what I can do about getting her out of there. I can't leave a fellow agent behind if I don't have to."

"Understood Toni. Best of luck whatever you decide to do. HQ out."

She put the tiny transceiver back into her nightstand drawer, and sat on the bed as she began to think of how she was going to rescue Amanda. Perhaps she could create a diversion?