...The agents get ready for the Player Club.

Ava and Angel had made it back to the penthouse without any problems. After both of their encounters at the Bamboo Club and their somber meeting with Newman and Popescu, they decided to get as much rest as possible for the next day. After sleeping in and getting a good work out at the gym, Ava began rummaging through the GDF provided clothing boxes. She scanned through the dossier earlier that morning, noticing that they would be arriving while the outdoor beach club area would still be open. So this mission definitely called for having the right attire to blend in.

Ava walked out of her room to the main common area. A smile crept onto her face as Angel whistled in response to the red haired agent’s entrance. Underneath a white lace romper cover-up, her pale body was barely covered by a royal blue bikini. The thin side strings held her ensemble together, making sure her revealing top and dark blue thong stayed hugged to her curves.

“Damn Banshee,” called out Angel, “this definitely isn’t your first beach club.” The younger blonde was definitely more covered up than her partner, but that was part of the plan. While her all black jumpsuit definitely clung to her curvaceous body, this attire was only temporary. Angel was going to arrive normally, then go undercover as one of the staff. The beach club area had two types of employee positions that would allow an undercover GDF agent the most access while blending in without raising suspicion. A cocktail waitress or one of “life guards” at the pool. Whichever uniform Angel could get her hands on when she got there would be her cover for the night.

Ava shook her head. “Please, you should have seen some of the other things in the boxes. Apparently either the designers forgot some material or Newman wanted us to dress up like fucking porn stars.” Angel gave a chuckle as she went back to her dossier.

“Well maybe he’ll get his wish,” replied Angel, “apparently there is a wet t-shirt contest tonight.” Angel slowly turned back towards Ava with a devilish smirk. Ava showed her lack of enthusiasm by rolling her eyes.

“You got to be kidding me,” Ava stated incredulously, “of course they are having one.” Angel’s eyes began to roam over the physique of her partner, trying to remember what she looked like without any clothes from their first night in Romania. Ava began to focus on securing her watch onto her wrist. Not trying to tip off her partner that her mind began to replay memories of drunken college nights she went streaking or gota bit too drunk at parties. Then her assignment at the nude beach in France. Thinking about being completely naked in front of a crowd again did intrigue the agent, but she knew she didn’t have to get that noticed for this mission.

“Well let’s hope it starts after we’re done tracking down any more info on the girls or Victor,” responded Ava, trying to drive home that her stance on the contest was neutral to negative. Her blue eyes quickly darted to Angel who gave a bellow of a laugh. “Oh god, what?” asked Ava.

Angel gave a huge smile. “It starts at sunset, less than an hour after we arrive,” Angel stated with giddiness in her voice. Agent Hope again rolled her eyes showing disdain, but still feeling a bit excited deep down.