Anne strode confidently towards the meeting point, looking for all the world like she was heading somewhere else. She scanned the crowd. There! The woman in black.<em>Iffy, ID match please?</em><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>ID Confirmed, Major. That is the target</em></span></span><br/><br/>She approached the woman, a friendly smile on her face. "Lyn Manners? Nice to meet you. I'm Anne Laughton. I have a job for you. Sorry about the short notice but our previous expert in your field came down with a bad headache earlier today and we needed someone quickly. Your name came up on our list as being one of the best in the business. The pay for this job isn't as good as I'd like, but if things go well, future jobs could certainly pay a lot more."<br/><br/>She offered her hand, and continued, "I can't really explain here. If you would accompany me, I will give you a full briefing once we are airborne, but I can give you a quick summary somewhere a little more private?"<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Mona Del Matise clocked off work, and headed home. She was thoroughly bored and wanted a little excitement. She decided that, whatever the risk, she was going out on the pull tonight. Maybe find herself some little Vietnamese or Thai bitch to take home and rough up a little before fucking her brains out.<br/><br/>She giggled softly to herself as she drove to her small but luxurious house on the outskirts of Port Aux Prince. She would try the Blue Moon nightclub. While ostensibly a normal, members only club, known to a select clientèle was a discrete lesbian bar in the back. Tourists could find it, and members could, and the police were paid a fat bribe to look the other way.<br/><br/>Yes, tonight Mona would go looking for a little oriental loving.