The Hannah Carmichael Chronicles
Your Briefing:
Hannah Carmichael: Super Spy trying to take down the evil CGT spy agency. Status: The world believes she is dead, CGT knows she is alive.
Zeke Anderson: Spy with the real Government. Working with Hannah to take down CGT. Status: Unknown! Shot by Baxter.
Baxter: Zeke’s former spy partner. Status: Double agent for CGT, shot Zeke Anderson.
Flashback Instalment: Hannah and Zeke had just met, Zeke is trying to turn Hannah against CGT and use her to take them down, they are about to go on their first date.
FLASHBACK 4: FIRST DATE
Hannah watched the live band in the hotel and sipped her drink.
“How is your Pina Colada?” Zeke asked, flashing her a goofy grin.
“Like getting caught in the rain,” She said, looking back at the band and ignoring his reaction to her lame reference. They were playing The Pina Colada song and Hannah resisted the urge to roll her eyes at the irony. Zeke had gone almost too far with tonight. He was lucky she had agreed to this date. She’d only done it because Stephanie had agreed to take the next kill mission that came down the pipeline.
Hannah hated the kill missions. She shivered then looked back at a now frowning Zeke.
“Everything okay?” He asked, leaning forward to hear better over the music.
Hannah smiled and nodded, “Yeah, just thinking about work.”
Zeke’s smile returned and he shook his head, “No thinking about work tonight. You’re on a date.” He looked up at the band as people started to make their way to the empty space in front of the stage. He got up and held out his hand, “Come on, we have to dance.”
“You think you can just tell me what to do? What if I don’t want to dance?” Hannah asked, straightening in her chair.
Zeke’s smile widened, “Come on. It’ll be fun.” His tone was softer this time and Hannah watched as his arm stayed extended, his eyes locked onto her face. More people stood and made their way to the floor and Hannah sighed, taking his hand and letting him lead her there.
He spun her into his arms and she tried not to laugh as they collided. That always looked smooth in the movies, but the reality hurt as they bumped into each other. They both laughed, then Hannah straightened, clearing her throat.
Zeke frowned as they moved around the floor, “Can you please let me lead?” He asked, waiting for her to relax into the hold. The song wasn’t too slow, but it was slow enough for Hannah to feel uncomfortable as he stared at her.
“So, what do you think is my worst quality?” Zeke asked, leading her around the floor.
Hannah snorted, “What kind of question is that?” She asked.
He shrugged, “Well, you obviously don’t about this date, so I’m assuming you were talked into coming. I was just wondering what it was about me that you dislike so much? I like you.” He sounded so sincere and she felt herself blush slightly.
“I don’t dislike you,” She said quietly.
He chuckled, “Well you have a funny way of showing you like someone.”
Hannah took a deep breath and felt herself slowing to a stop on the floor. Zeke stood with her, both still as people spun around them.
“I don’t have a lot of time for dating. I just don’t see the point in getting involved with someone when it’s destined to end in disaster,” She shrugged and started moving again. Zeke stopped her and lifted his hand to her face, leaning closer and kissing her softly. When he pulled away, Hannah felt the blush return and squirmed slightly.
“Disaster is a state of mind,” He said, straightening as a smile returned to his face. “Besides, if it doesn’t work out, we can fight over custody of the dog.”
Hannah frowned then chuckled, “What dog? We have a dog now?”
“Of course, we need a dog. We both take trips for work, if one of us is away, Spot can keep the other one company.”
“Spot?” Hannah asked, rolling her eyes. “I think we could be a little more creative than that.”
They argued about dog names until the song ended and everyone clapped, moving off the floor and back to their tables. The rest of the night seemed to move in fast forward, as Hannah and Zeke ate, talked and laughed. She felt herself relax, and when the restaurant closed its doors, a small part of her was disappointed.
As he walked her to up to her house, Hannah turned and frowned at him.
“Don’t think that just because the rest of the night went well, that we’re going to do this again.”
Zeke rolled his eyes and took a step closer to her, “You know I have never met someone as stubborn as you.”
Hannah shrugged and smiled, “I guess I’m one of a kind.”
Zeke’s eyes sparkled as he smiled softly, “You certainly are.” They stood, lost in the moment, until Zeke broke eye contact and stepped back.
“Well, I suppose this is goodbye then,” He said, extending his hand to shake hers. She looked down at his hand and frowned. When she looked up, a dark van which was parked a few houses down caught her eye and she stared at it a second too long. Zeke turned and she moved forward, pulling his attention back to her as she leaned in and pulled him into a kiss.
“Tell you what,” Zeke said when she pulled away. “If you want to see me again, give me a call.” He turned and started walking away, stopping at the edge of the footpath and glancing back over his shoulder. “And none of this waiting three days business. You can call me whenever you want.” He winked at her then smiled, turning and walking down the street to where he had parked his car.
Hannah smiled and shook her head. She glanced back to where the van had been parked and frowned at the empty space.
Standing straight, Hannah stared for a moment, then shook her head and turned back towards her door. She checked her pocket and felt the card which held Zeke Anderson’s phone number.
Author’s Note:
Thanks for reading this week’s instalment of the Hannah Carmichael Chronicles! Hannah will be back NEXT WEEK for the next part of her adventure – we both look forward to seeing you there!
Christy Grace
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