The Blind Eternity's
7. Ball party
Washington DC, United States.
Tuesday, 12 September 2017 | 07.00 PM.
"Sorry Miss, you are forbidden to enter unless you have a special invitation."
If only Liza could do things as she pleased without needing to remember she was on a mission, she might have kicked her crotch earlier.
He twisted his brain looking for a little lie. "But I was invited by my lover here, and now he's inside. Please give me in. What are you afraid of from a weak girl like me anyway? I didn't even carry anything in my dress" Liza said with a pitiful look. Even the mask on his face had been removed to make the servant feel a little amazed by his graceful look.
"Sorry Miss," said the waiter again.
Liza grunts. It was very desirable for him to tear the servant's face now and enter with no elite into the party. Stupidly, again he was in a hurry and forgot to bring an army. But this is a special task for him so it should not be just anyone to join.
Liza was about to give up and chose to retreat. He thought, he could find Abiavo in another way.
"I'm her lover. Let him come in with me."
Suddenly a man with a special formal suit and hair on the layout climbed up and then a smile on his haughty face, reached out to Liza. His face was familiar to him.
"You should give your lover an invitation, sir," said the servant with a sour face.
"You're so presumptuous, apparently," said the man who was holding Liza.
"Sorry sir."
The waiter lowered his head and invited Liza to enter. And with that, the man holding Liza's hand told Liza to walk behind her.
Liza looked at the hand link between her hand and the man's hand.
"I know there are a thousand questions from your lips, Miss Garcia. But for now just shut up and follow my game."
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Keenan Theodore, British man. Keenan is actually not a special force when going down the field, he only moves in the IT section. He heads up of all things related to online information. The 180 CM tall man also mastered some special theories in hacking security systems or copying data from certain sites to track the whereabouts of people hunted by SWAT.
So if you only get a special invitation with a barcode, it's easy for Keenan.
The distinctive aroma of sweet foods lurked into Lisa's current smell. He was just busy on the menu table which consisted of various desserts with striking colors and several glasses of juice and wine.
"What if I hadn't come?"
"I can look for another day of course. So stop being proud of yourself, Keenan Theodore" Liza said.
"Don't be so haughty, Miss Garcia. We're friends, right?" said Keenan while clucking.
"Foolish age" liza sneered and found the piety of Keenan's lips.
Liza did not care, she chose to pay attention around where there were so many men and women talking. The soft backsound played by the orchestra upstairs really adds a formal feel to the party. Then some tables with thick satin fabric with gold stripes. Elegant tables were placed in every corner of the magnificent hall. In the middle of the room there is a chunk of ice that forms an abstract carving but is so elegant because it reflects various lights.
"Because I'm not good at getting off the field, I'd better get back to base. Besides, I'm here because I was ordered by Mister Andreas."
"I don't care" Liza replied without looking.
"All right then. Good luck, Miss Garcia. I hope we can meet again."
Liza turned her head and looked at Keenan who was getting away from her and came out from a different door from the one they had entered earlier.
"Didn't he just say to follow his game? What kind of game is it?" Liza grumbling. "Then this is the case, it's the same as me working alone and he's just helping me to get inside. Shit, it's so useless" said Liza.
He closed his eyes for a moment as he felt endless annoyance. After feeling quite calm he opened his eyes and intended to gulp the wine that had been in his hands.
But the movement of his hands had to stop as a familiar scent filled his smell, defeating the sweet scent of the previous dessert. He put the wine back in his hand on the table.
The man in black. Liza knew that the perfume was now sniffed by her nose and circled around her head to make her dizzy. He knows who owns this perfume.
"Bryan," she whispered.
Liza closed her eyes again as the scent drew closer. His knees became limp and his heart was racing.
As he opened his eyes, the scent suddenly disappeared. He looked to the right and left in a huff to find the person he had always missed lately. But no, he really didn't find anyone.
"Maybe it's just my feelings. After all, man in black perfume is clearly owned by many people," murmured Liza. He then allowed the location of the mask to fit better in his eyes and nose.
Liza tried to enjoy the atmosphere by moving her body a little, following the music of Ballad played by the orchestra.
"I've noticed since, you're so charming under your mask, Miss?"
Liza flinched as she felt her hands creeping on her waist, but she tried to calm down. Then with a graceful gesture he turned his position to face a man behind him.
The presumptuous man if meticulously up close looks still quite young. But because of the thick beard that frames his face, he looks old and not at all attractive. The man also wore a mask. His mask was pitch-black and decorated with silver glitter at every corner.
"Man in black, right?" liza asked sensually while groping the man's chest.
"Right, is it weird?" The man now hugged Liza's waist and tightened his position.
"No, I like it. I like men so much with fragrances" said Liza. "They feel tempting," he continued.
The man laughed at Liza's whisper. He was about to grab Liza's lips, but Liza held them back with her index finger.
"We've only known for a few minutes, sir. Is it polite that you attack me? What if you give me your name, then make me a dance partner, an attractive offer, right?" liza. He brought his index finger to rub the lips with a slow movement.
"That was my intention from the beginning, making you a partner. And, of course Miss, my name is Shawn, Shawn Aston. Then what's your name?" Shawn carries his hand lower, deliberately squeezing Liza's hip. As much as possible, Liza was arrested. He didn't want Bryan to be touched by someone else.
"My name, Eva Jane," whispered Liza lying. "Just call me Eva... Don't touch me Mister Ashton or you'll regret it, later."
Liza knew very well that the word must have sounded like a joke. It's okay, just look at the time that proves it.
Shawn chuckled and shunned his body, "Yes I'll be sorry, for being such an impatient man. I'll take you to the hotel later. Now it's better to dance, Miss Garcia," he asked as he placed his right hand on Liza's waist.
Liza just nodded then followed the man. A charming smile did not fade from his lips, he deliberately did it so as not to be suspected.
Now Liza is in the sea of human elites. He noticed one by one the faces of the humans there, making sure that there was one face that he recognized.
"You seem to be looking for something, did you bring another partner?" ask Shawn.
Shawn nodded. Now he carries one hand of Liza on his shoulder while the other hand is held by her. His left hand perched comfortably on Liza's narrow waist. Then he took his foot swinging following the melody of each beat of the song and turning clockwise after.
While dancing Liza occasionally gave Shawn a smile. But his eyeballs still move wildly in search of Abiavo.
"Eum, Shawn." Liza tried to call, but without frills sir. He wants to make a relaxed impression so that he is free to ask anything later.
Shawn murmured to reply.
"Do you know a man named Abiavo?" asked Liza without any intention of making small talk.
"You call him Abiavo? Do you know her very well?"
"Then what should I call?"
"Eitherway. I think you're too casual to just call it Abiavo" Shawn said.
Liza came to the conclusion that Shawn really knew Abiavo.
"Casual?" ask Liza to fish.
"Although still young, Mister Cameron does not like to be called Abiavo."
"Cameron?" liza's strangulation is far-fetched.
"You know Abiavo but you don't know Cameron. How could? Abiavo is Cameron and Cameron is Abiavo."
"Don't beat around the bush, Shawn." Liza.
"OK, okay. Abiavo's full name is Cameron, Abiavo Cameron. We used to call him Mister Cameron."
"What do we mean by'?" ask Liza again.
"Here you go, forget about Cameron, Abiavo or whoever it is. What if we're lobbying now?"
Bastard bastard, liza swore in the heart. If only he could not remember the mission, maybe he would have bulldozed the head of the brash man in front of him.
"Promise after getting everything you'll tell me who Abiavo Cameron is? I'd love to know about her. I'm Abiavo's fanatic fanatic, just so you know." Liza whispered, deliberately teasing Shawn with a swipe of her lips on the bengal man's ear.
"Sure sweet girl," replied Shawn.
They left the dance and headed for the parking lot. Before actually getting into Shawn's Range Rover car, Liza typed a short message that was directly connected to the head of the IT division.
310;
Find out who Shawn Aston is.
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Liza wears a special towel robe provided by the hotel. He washed his body in the bathroom in disgust with the accents of the man sleeping on the bed.
Having sex with Shawn? Of course not. Liza's not a fool. He certainly does not want to do it carelessly especially now he has Bryan.
Liza saw Shawn lying topless in bed because of the anesthetic injection that Liza had forcibly injected earlier with a high dose. He then observed the hand that did not even have prominent veins, unlike other adult men. In hindsight, Shawn was indeed very young for the thick-bearded man mostly.
"With this hand you almost squeezed my breasts" Liza said with a sarcastic laugh. "Remind me to cut it later." He threw that hand away.
He's got nothing from Shawn. Not not not getting, he's just afraid if Shawn's just groping his body.
Liza was pensive on the balcony of the hotel room. The heart was already completely dark as it was almost entering midnight. Now he doesn't know what to do. When Shawn wakes up, maybe Liza will tie him up and force Shawn to tell him everything about Abiavo.
Liza turned her head towards her bra which had a cell phone that she had brought with her from getting into the party. Because Liza's phone was almost strangled by Shawn for carrying something suspicious.
Liza approached and saw a spam message from the head of the IT division, Keenan Theodore.
254;
You were tricked by him. That was Abiavo Cameron.
254;
Take him to the base. Don't hurt him, it's an order from Mister Andreas himself.
254;
Just in case, you're injecting more of the dope.
I really want Liza to throw a cell phone in her hand. If he had known first that Shawn was Ivo, he'd have spit on the fucking face and given him a grenade.
"ASS FUCKERS!" Liza beat up the face of a man who turned out to be named Ivo. He didn't care about the message telling him not to touch Ivo. Fuck all that.
Ivo regained consciousness and coughed as Liza hit her face.
Liza was hysterical. He grabbed Ivo's beard and opened the man's real face. Liza let Ivo wake up. He laughed for a moment because he felt stupid just because of a little boy.
"DIE YOU SON OF A BITCH!" screech Liza while kicking the head of the back of Ivo until Ivo returned unconscious.
After being satisfied to reward the boy with a bogeman, Liza dragged the pants the man was wearing. He does not care about the sound of Ivo's body that runs off the floor. Even dead he doesn't care.
Liza walked outside the hotel room still dragging the body. He no longer cared about the strange gazes of those who passed by.
"She almost raped me and I was planning to take her to the FBI office to investigate the case."
Hearing the words of the FBI made the people who asked immediately speechless. Which fool brings a mild case directly to a state-owned special agent?
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To be continued
