On the way to the resort

"Mathew Ryder... Once the fiance to one of our co-workers, now an international criminal. Crazy how things change huh?"

"Yeah whatever... He was always a douche." Cleo grumbles to her partner as she stuffs a briefcase into a compartment on the jet. "So why'd we need to pack some clothes? Let's just get over there and beat his ass."

James smiles. "It's a resort, and we'll have no idea where he is once we're there. We should be prepared to stay for a little while."

"I guess..." Cleo plops down on a chair and kicks her feet on the table.

The two sit in silence for the next few minutes until their pilot let's them know they're taking off. Cleo gets her feet off the table and they both buckle up as the jet fires up.

"How far away is this place anyway?" Cleo asks.

"Well it's in the Caribbean, so a little far from California. We'll be there by sunrise though."

That was good enough for her, she can still get some sleep on the way there.

A couple hours later as Cleo is fast asleep, James gets a sudden call on his phone. Answering it he realizes it's a message from HQ. He shakes Cleo awake and lets her know what's going on. "Hey, he used it again."

The goth girl barely opens her eyes. "Huh? Again? So he doesn't use it at all in how long then all of a sudden three times in one night? What the hell is he doing?"

James shakes his head. "I don't know..."

"Whatever, I'll be sure to kick his ass when we get there. Just wake me up when we're close." Cleo says as she kicks her leather boots off her feet and closes her eyes again.

"Will do." James says with a little salute. He goes back to reading different articles on his phone to pass the time. He kinda wishes they weren't briefed on this until they were already moving, it would've killed some time at least.

With a sigh and a stretch, he stands up and heads to the bathroom. He does his duty and looks in the mirror as he washes his hands. He's fairly well built and in his mid 30's, to anyone who doesn't know he's a world class super spy he probably just looks like someone who spends a decent amount of time at the gym.

He flicks his hands after washing them to get some of the water off, then runs his hands through his hair to style it a bit more. He didn’t really have time to do this before leaving. He subtely spikes up his brown hair to give it sime texture until he's satisfied. "Alright..." He says under his breath as he turns around and heads back out to his seat.

Eventually James sees sunlight making it's way over the ocean's horizon. He can tell they're close. He blinks the tiredness out of his eyes and stands up. "Hey, come on Cleo, we're almost there." He says as he shakes the girl's shoulder.

"hmmmm...? Already? Shit, feels like I barely slept." She groans and sits up straight. "Where'd I put my boots..." She asks.

"Allll the way over there." James says as he points a couple feet away from Cleo to the pair laying on the floor.

She chuckles a bit and stands up. "Thanks."

As Cleo readies herself for the day, James gets another call letting him know they're close. He looks out the window of the jet and sees a small island in the distance. "That looks like the resort."

"You ready to get this bitch?" Cleo says with confidence as she steps up next to James.

"Hell yeah, let's go."