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| Soap Sins Tuesday, May 8, 2012 CHAPTER 33 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. LINK ONLY! S.O.S. Previously on SOAP SINS It was a headshot of a man who was the spitting image of Chip the producer. But it wasn't. The smile was not as crooked and the eyes were slightly larger. "Was this airbrushed?" - "No, but as you can see the resemblance is ironically striking. And until this man is stopped, everyone on your soap opera is in a great deal of danger ..." The story now continues ... - The Interpol agent soon handed Dakota and Nick the details of their mission. They were to approach the Chip lookalike at a club he frequented near his Waikiki condo and pretend to be interested in investing. Then when the time came, they would broach the subject of diamonds. As investors. Buba the driver was waiting for them downstairs. Nick handed him a few dollars and asked him to have their bags delivered to the hotel room. - Buba grinned. "Mr. and Mrs. are staying on the compound." - Dakota said that was nice. Nick asked for the few dollars back and announced they would walk to the beach. On the way, he ripped up the instructions and tossed the pieces of paper in a trash can. - Dakota laughed and admired the palm trees lining the narrow street. "I'm sure we can come up with a better plan." - By the time they had reached the beach, Nick had made a few phone calls on his iphone and found out Storm, the agent gone rogue who was suspected of dealing in black market diamonds, was not at any club. In fact, he would be spending the day competing in a surfing competition. - Dakota sighed as Diamond Head came into view. "Can you surf?" - Nick shook his head. "No and I won't even be able to watch unless I get myself some new sunglasses. Dang, that sun is bright!" - Dakota suggested he go buy a new pair at the mall around the corner. She would stay and look around. Once he was gone, she removed her Prada sandals and walked on the pale sand, carefree and barefoot, her red painted toenails glistening under the Hawaiian sun. The surfing competition was already underway. It had been easy to spot. She had simply followed the trail of tanned, toned bodies. - "Excuse me, are you Dakota Diamonelle the soap star?" - She blinked her false eyelashes at the young soap fan and nodded. Soon there was dozens of soap fans seeking autographs, a few words, anything. A local TV camera crew turned their attention from the surfers to the soap star and the reporter requested an interview. Dakota smiled into the camera, answered a few questions, and said she was there to do some shopping. "I am looking for a new diamond ring." - The reporter pointed out she already had a big one. She purred you could never have too much lipstick, love, or diamonds in your life. The crowd loved it. But all good things must come to an end and their attention soon returned to the competition. Dakota was invited to sit with the reporter and camera crew. Their chairs looked comfy enough so she agreed. But where was Nick, her prime time husband? A text arrived on her iphone from him. "Am at jewelry store, doing some sleuthing. Meet you back at the Interpol mansion for dinner?" She texted him back it was called the compound and agreed. - Some drops of water fell on her hair and she wondered if it was a sun shower. It wasn't. It was Brent the blonde surfer dude standing above her. - He grinned and put down his surfboard. "Surf's up!"Apparently no one had recognized him with wet hair. On the show it was always fluffy and blowdried. - She whispered she was on a mission. - "Awesome! Your mission is my mission. Being a flunky is way cooler than just catching waves." - She looked from the surfboard to his grinning, shallow, handsome young face back to the surfboard again. "Then you're here for the competition?" - "You bet." - Dakota said it must be fate. Brent the blonde surfer dude said it was karma. He didn't really know what the word meant but liked the sound of it. Dakota, aware that she could trust her flunky with anything, quietly wondered if he wanted to help her with her secret mission. - "For sure!" Pause. "What is the secret mission?" - "We need to catch a double agent." - "Awesome." - Her iphone beeped and she glanced down at the text message Nick had just sent. It was one word only. "HELP!" |
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