Ok so this is a very rough draft...but its fun so i hope you enjoy it! Its my sad attempt at something more fantastical. If you want an ending let me know and i will get around to writing it...i might even post it.
Sam leaned in and smelt the tulips on Cat’s desk in their black-ops headquarters in London. “Where do you find fresh tulips this time of year?”
“Oh around…What’s up?” She said leaning back in her chair lettering her brown hair fell straight. Sam’s partner of five years always moved with such eccentricity and it always made him smiled.
Sitting on her desk he waited for her to sit up and listen to him. When her green eyes met his he started. “We may have a mission.”
“This better not be lame Sam! We always get lame missions.” Cat smiled.
“I recall just getting back from diffusing bombs in Marseilles last week…where were you?” They always had important, non-lame missions. Well at least to Sam they were what he had always dreamed of as a child.
“We didn’t get to see anything though. We were there for like 15 hours total.”
“Stop your complaining. The captain wants to see us.” Sam stood and made his way out of their mutual office.
“I’m just saying this could be a boring mission…you can never rule out the lame in life.” Sam turned to see her smiling as she picked up her jacket.
They walked together through the long stone corridor that led them to the captain’s office. Their headquarters was in the basement of King James palace. Five years previous when the need for this branch had first developed the queen had set it apart for this special branch of MI-6.
Sam was an American, CIA, and Cat was from Spain, CNI. They had been placed together because the British didn’t want to work with either of them. They were the outcast partnership of the division.
They made their way to a large oak door that read “Division Head. Mr. O’Hare.” Sam heard a sharp intake of breath to his left.
“I detest this man.” Cat said reaching for the doorknob.
“Don’t we all?”
The partners entered into the captain’s office. “Bloody Hell! It’s about damn time you two made it in here! What took you so long?” His thick British accent had a hint of Scottish in it. The captain’s enormous stomach protruded so far forward that skin showed around the middle three buttons that looked like small stones trying to hold back the whole of the English Channel from overflowing.
“Sorry captain. To what do we owe this awesome pleasure?” Cat asked. The side of her lips inched it way upward in a snide smirk. Sam had to bite his lip and look away to keep from laughing.
“You two are the only two blasted agents that we don’t have otherwise engaged. Don’t ask me why? But that’s the predicament.” Both Cat and Sam glared at their fat leader. “We have a substantiated death threat on the President of the Dominican Republic.”
“And this involves us how?” Sam asked
“Naturally it shouldn’t, but the man is here in England and we have to protect him while he is here.” Sam hated how this lard-filled man constantly used naturally instead of normally.
“A security detail? That seems easy enough. Boring if you really think about it.” Cat started
“Well actually you are to escort him back to his country. We don’t want anything to happen to him here. You are expected at his hotel in about an hour.” Then picking up a folder and handing it to them. “Here are all the details. Be safe. And don’t waste the Queens gold.” That was his usual dismissal.
Walking out of the room Sam began to laugh.
“What?” Her face lit up in one of her beautiful smiles.
“’You two are the only two blasted agents…’” He mocked. “He is such a pompous ass!”
Her smile grew larger. “I think everyone already knew that though.”
“We need to hear the threat. Why is this so damn difficult for you to understand?” Cat was starting to get fed up with this little man who was of no help to her. She was ready to get started with this mission. After all it was already set up. It was going to happen whether they were on the boat or not. All she had to do was convince Sam that this was what they had to do.
“This guy is wasting our time.” Sam whispered in her ear.
“Just wait.” They had been there for an hour and she saw Sam about to give up and just force the President to fly to the Dominican Republic.
“Ok here it is.” The small man pushed play on the computer.
There was static then the words in an electric voice, “With hands held high to the sky so blue the ocean opens up to swallow you.” Cat leaned against the wall and exhaled. What was so hard about that? Or better yet was so threatening about it?
“What was that? It made no sense at all. Just a lot of clicks and weird sounds.” Sam said. Cat looked at him sharply. It had been in Yoro, she caught herself understanding and put a confused look on her face.
“Why in God’s name was this considered a threat?” She spat at the thin man.
“It was recorded on a wax tape that was wrapped around the bloodied head of the President’s personal security.” The thin man said angrily.
Cat looked at Sam, hoping he would feel the need to go on with this mission. They could easily call it off, go back to their small office and wait for another mission. But she had prepared for too long to do this. It was now or never. She let her soft lips curl into an inviting smile. Mon sequirus, mon sequirus… She repeated the simple spell in her head. She did this far too often to Sam. He was just too easily manipulated.
“Ok well flying is out of the question, I guess we will take the boat.” Sam said looking into Cat’s eyes.
“Really? I would much rather fly!” Cat lied.
Sam hated boats! Why had he ever thought this was good idea? He turned back to the President of the Dominican Republic, “Why don’t you just relax Mr. President. I don’t think anything is going to happen to you.” The president was furious that the English had called off the air support for their trip. “It was a waste of the Queen’s money.”
“Yes,” he said in a heavy latino accent, “but that man is trying to kill me!”
Sam was furious with the president. He was a proud and annoying man who was always right. The typical politician. Cat placed her hand on his shoulder and spoke for him. “Señor presidente, no hay que preocuparse por esa falta de seguridad que no es necesario, nosotros dos podemos protegerle.” Sam sat there feeling sick to his stomach hating his life, not understanding what was being discussed but he trusted Cat. She would explain what she had said later. If it was important enough.
“¿Y cómo lo vas a hacer? ¿Eres tan poderosa que podrás eliminar esta amenaza?” The president shot back at her. Anger raging in his eyes.
Sam was missing something important. “What are you two blabbering about in Spanish?”
“Oh nothing darling.” Cat said mockingly. “He was just saying that he that he trusted us fully.” She looked harshly at the president.
“Hoodoo is not something you play with.” He said as he turned from them and made his way into his private compartment.
“Sam…” her voice was tender and soft. “If anything weird happens when we get there…I need you to trust me.” She turned and looked at him in the eyes. He couldn’t remember her ever being this sincere about anything in their career together.
“What aren’t you telling me Catalina?” Sam was suddenly serious. In their profession it was too dangerous not to know exactly what was going to happen.
Cat suddenly had a sly smile, “Samson, you never call me that…why I thought you didn’t know my real name.”
“It’s Samuel… and of course I know your full name. That was a fail on knowing mine though.” He laughed at her fake attempt to look shocked.
“I could have sworn…” she trailed off as she turned to the stairs that led to the upper deck. “Don’t worry Sam we will be there before you know it.”
…
The dock smelled of putrid fish and did little to ease the days of seasickness that Sam had endured on the horrible trip over. They had received no new intelligence on the death threat; apparently it had been in a dialect of Yoro, but they hadn’t gotten the translation back yet. Then there was Cat, the whole trip he would find her making random phone calls to seemingly no one. He wasn’t even sure how she had gotten service out in the middle of the Atlantic. He had always walked up to her and she would be speaking hurriedly in Spanish. His senses told him there was something that she was holding back, but he wasn’t sure of it yet. Maybe she was part of the threat; she hadn’t been at all shocked to hear of it back at headquarters. Could she be a double? What was her motive? He hated that he was questioning the loyalty of his partner but it wouldn’t be the first time he had dealt with a defector.
Cat followed Sam off the ship, her mind running in circles. Why hadn’t the attack happened at sea? What had the threat meant about being swallowed by the sea? Her thinking was interrupted by Sam.
“So whatcha thinking so hard about?” He was right in front of her.
“Oh Sammy…nothing at all. Just that I love this dirty little island so much.” She lied her ass off. “I haven’t been here in years!” She looked past him and took in the third-worldness of the harbor. “These types of places are always so peaceful.”
“That’s right, my little country is the most peaceful place on earth.” The President stood behind them on the dock. “Welcome to la Republica Dominicana!” said proudly.
Suddenly the dock began to shake in the water. The ripples were a thousand miniature tidal waves slapping the side of their ship harmlessly. There were loud bells from nowhere that Cat could see. She sensed the Hoodoo in the air. So it would happen at sea. She thought to herself. It would happen now.
The blue sky began to be overtaken by black clouds. There was a rhythm. A deep beat of a drum. Thump…thump…thump… Slow at first. The clouds began to close in from all direction. They moved with the beat. The bells turned from a chaotic noise to something ominous and beautiful. A music that was both sweet and bitter. It seemed to come from nowhere but was everywhere.
“Cat? What the hell is going on?” Sam shouted over the noise. She looked at his face and saw both confusion and fear. She hoped that her face wouldn’t betray her own feelings of uneasiness.
“Sam, remember what I said?” She needed him to trust her. She saw him reach for his gun and instinctively reached for her own. Cat knew that it would be useless against what was coming.
“What the hell is this? Do you know?” He looked at her pleading with his dark blue eyes.
“Get the president!” She said as she placed her gun back in its holster and pulled an emerald necklace out from under her blouse. She slid her hand into her jacket pocket and pulled out two rings.
Sam watched as Cat put two rings on that he had never seen before. They were silver with small emerald stones inlaid in an intricate design that resembled a dragon. They both fit onto the middle finger on both hands between the second and third knuckles. As she placed on the rings the emeralds began to glow a deep green and then Cat seemed to transform. She was glowing. What the fuck? “Cat? What?” He stumbled backwards. His mind was running so fast it didn’t go anywhere.
“Sam, go to the president! Get him to land.” Cat shouted, but Sam had to half read her lips. The music and noise was screaming in his ears. He turned and ran to the president who had fallen to his knees. Sam pulled him up and saw that he was almost completely covered in blood. “President, are you shot?” There didn’t seem to be any wounds, he was just covered in blood and his hands were in fist. He was in pain.
“Its Moisés, he wants me dead.” The president coughed and then vomited bright red blood.
“What is happening?” Sam asked under his breath as he pulled the president to his feet and started for the shore. The dock shook so violently that they stumbled every few steps.
“He’s mad…he wants me dead…I never wanted to take this step…I had too.” As the president talked the dock was falling further down till it seemed that they were walking up hill. “Its Hoodoo…I took it away from them…” the president’s eyes suddenly doubled in size as Sam watched him trying to comprehend what was happening.
Walls of water surrounded them and Sam understood why the dock had been falling. From behind he heard Cat’s voice from over the thundering chaos of music, thundering and screams. “SAM RUN!!!!” He turned and saw her floating a few feet above the ground. Her hair was being blown back in the wind and there was an aura of green the glimmered around her. She was framed in his vision by the turquoise blue water walls that had arisen in some biblical attack on the president. He turned to run but was hit by a huge wooden stick and fell to his knees. Then as the wooden staff came down again everything became black. Completely black.
Cat’s stomach fell when she saw Sam fall. But she couldn’t go to him. She couldn’t let the walls of water fall on them and it was all she could do to keep them from crushing and drowning him. The Hoodoo priest made his way over Sam’s limp body and grabbed the President by the throat and effortlessly lifted him with his right hand. As Cat held the walls she glided forward to get a better look at who was doing this. He was a skinny Negro with long dreaded hair. The white paint on his face gave him a ghostly look and was a striking contrast from the black skin underneath. His chest was left bare and the skin was stretched taunt over the rib cage. The white paint enveloped his body. He wore a grass skirt, and a grass crown of sorts, the grass had been dead and dried for years, but it did not break nor fray more then was necessary to portray an image that made Cat begin to fear. He was the scariest man that she had ever seen. His yellow teeth showed when he grinned with joy as the President squirmed in his grasp. The whites of his eyes had long since turned a deep red, and his black pupils darted from the president to his wooden staff that he held in his left hand. As his lips moved the wood began to dance and bend its way into a large snake that darted at the president and cut off his scream by wrapping its way around his neck before the air could leave his lunges.
Cat knew she had to do something quick so she focused her energy on Sam, the hoodoo priest would take care of the President for now. The president was destined to be tortured in front of all the Hoodoo citizens that he had virtually spat on when he outlawed their religion just days before. Letting the water fall she engulfed Sam’s body with her magic and threw him ashore. There was a horrendous crash as the water covered the dock under Cat’s feet. Then she saw the Hoodoo Priest. Fly out of the water with president in tow headed for the shore.
On the shore Cat saw hundreds of people, all dressed the same, chanting. Their black bodies covered in white paint. They had raised the water. They had a power that scared her. Would Sam be safe? Could she stop this from happening? She let herself descend until she was walking on the water. Power pulsating through her. This would be her ultimate test. With skies blackened her emerald glow stuck out from the backdrop of chaos so that all on the shore could see her. Their hands were held high and she could feel a force pushing her back, but she was stronger then it and she approached the hundreds of hoodoo warriors that she prayed didn’t know the true potential of their powers or it would be the end of her. Her only chance was to put on this show. She began to glide forward at a tremendous rate and with her hand held high she formed green lightning in the black sky. As she approached closer to the shore the Hoodoo Priest stepped into the water and stretched forth his hands. Suddenly the water began to boil then it turned a glowing red. The red shot forward towards her until it reached her feet and pulled her under. Cat was engulfed in red water that dragged her under with such force that she almost didn’t get a last breath. Through red she could see her green lightning striking everywhere. It looked a pandemonium of colors above her. This Hoodoo Priest knew what he was doing. Cat struggled against the water as her aura glowed a brighter green, fighting off the red. There was a burst of light and she was thrust upwards. Grasping for air she ran across the water towards shore. She could see the fear in many of the hoodoo warriors eyes as she over powered their leader and made her way to shore. As soon as she touched foot on the sand the men scattered and ran for the cover of the city. Her show was having a profound influence on them and she saw the disappointment in the red and black eyes of the hoodoo priest that held his ground with his stick in hand.
“Catalina…you have grown much stronger since I last saw you.” His yellow teeth disgusted her about as much as seeing him again did.
“And you have grown old and weak Moisés.” She said readying herself for the battle.
