secret agency. You would have thought I had been set loose from a madhouse."
Thomas chuckled. "Yea, come to think of it ... good point. Might have. But Cat, I've said it before and I'll say it again and again. You have to start trusting me. And whatever happens, we'll cope. I promise you, we'll get through it together. I don't want to know about the targets, that's none of my business and I get the privacy issues involved but you ... you're all I've got and I want to know about you. You can't just lock me out and I won't let you. You got that?"
He hugged her again then kissed her on the forehead. In the morning sunlight, her red hair shone even more brightly. "So ... I thought of some ways to celebrate our sixth year together. A-we can get back into bed together or B-we can take a long shower, also together of course or C-we can order room service, an enormous breakfast and then we can get into bed together. What do you think about that for a mission, Cathy Dixon?"
Cathy laughed. "Sounds like a plan, Thomas Clarke. Hey Sweets, I am sorry you know that, right?"
"Shush, there's nothing for you to be sorry about. Really. But hang on, that whole fantasy about someone is always watching, is that really true?"
"Yea, pretty much. Emails, text messages there is always someone assigned to look it over so it's no fantasy I guess. Why? What are you hiding?"
He chuckled. "Nothing. Just curious. Plus, you've always been so pissy about emails and phone calls. Hell, I get emails from all sorts of random Internet cafes you visit. It always made me think that you did have psychotic tendencies."
Thomas moved back as Cathy playfully tried to jab him in his belly. "What kind of spy gadgets do you have? Those fancy pens with a needle inside? Or ... or what about those fancy pair of shades which are actually cameras?"
"Tom Tom ..."
"You have to show me your stuff, Cat."
"There's really nothing to show Tom, I promise. And I think you have to stop watching those James Bond reruns."
"Oh but those spy movies are right about one thing, you know," he said ruefully as they went back into their room.
Cathy turned to face him. She wondered what else his mind was going to churn out. "Hot chicks, like you."
"Tom!" This time he was not fast enough and her elbow dug into his ribs.
"Hey, you can't blame a guy for trying. And you know there is some of your other stuff that you can show me, spy woman."
"Really now?" Cathy giggled as he pulled her into bed with him.
VENICE, ITALY
December 2008
Stretched across one hundred islands, the city of Venice has made its mark in history with a variety of different titles. It has been labelled as the City of Masks, the City of Bridges, the Floating City and City of Canals, to name a few. Having started out as a powerful marketing force, that controlled silk trade and spices, Venice diversified its specialties through the years. For centuries, especially during the blossoming days of the Renaissance period, it has been the birthplace to many a musician, composer and painter. This includes Antonio Vivaldi, Andrea Gabrieli and Giovanni Belinni.
It was also home to Philosopher Elena Piscopia, the first woman in the world to receive a Doctorate Degree. In tandem with its rich culture in music, art and history, Venice has continued the various festivals which had made the city popular in the past. The Carnival of Masks which is a popular tourist attraction is held before Ash Wednesday and has also become an annual gathering for a few artistic organisations.
Venice Biennale is a festival that celebrates artistic ventures and has been held annually since 1893. It is an international attraction alongside the Venice Film Festival which is held in August every year. The city lent its name to Shakespeare's play the Merchant of Venice and has been the scenic backdrop for a variety of Hollywood blockbusters such as The Talented Mr. Ripley,
Thomas chuckled. "Yea, come to think of it ... good point. Might have. But Cat, I've said it before and I'll say it again and again. You have to start trusting me. And whatever happens, we'll cope. I promise you, we'll get through it together. I don't want to know about the targets, that's none of my business and I get the privacy issues involved but you ... you're all I've got and I want to know about you. You can't just lock me out and I won't let you. You got that?"
He hugged her again then kissed her on the forehead. In the morning sunlight, her red hair shone even more brightly. "So ... I thought of some ways to celebrate our sixth year together. A-we can get back into bed together or B-we can take a long shower, also together of course or C-we can order room service, an enormous breakfast and then we can get into bed together. What do you think about that for a mission, Cathy Dixon?"
Cathy laughed. "Sounds like a plan, Thomas Clarke. Hey Sweets, I am sorry you know that, right?"
"Shush, there's nothing for you to be sorry about. Really. But hang on, that whole fantasy about someone is always watching, is that really true?"
"Yea, pretty much. Emails, text messages there is always someone assigned to look it over so it's no fantasy I guess. Why? What are you hiding?"
He chuckled. "Nothing. Just curious. Plus, you've always been so pissy about emails and phone calls. Hell, I get emails from all sorts of random Internet cafes you visit. It always made me think that you did have psychotic tendencies."
Thomas moved back as Cathy playfully tried to jab him in his belly. "What kind of spy gadgets do you have? Those fancy pens with a needle inside? Or ... or what about those fancy pair of shades which are actually cameras?"
"Tom Tom ..."
"You have to show me your stuff, Cat."
"There's really nothing to show Tom, I promise. And I think you have to stop watching those James Bond reruns."
"Oh but those spy movies are right about one thing, you know," he said ruefully as they went back into their room.
Cathy turned to face him. She wondered what else his mind was going to churn out. "Hot chicks, like you."
"Tom!" This time he was not fast enough and her elbow dug into his ribs.
"Hey, you can't blame a guy for trying. And you know there is some of your other stuff that you can show me, spy woman."
"Really now?" Cathy giggled as he pulled her into bed with him.
VENICE, ITALY
December 2008
Stretched across one hundred islands, the city of Venice has made its mark in history with a variety of different titles. It has been labelled as the City of Masks, the City of Bridges, the Floating City and City of Canals, to name a few. Having started out as a powerful marketing force, that controlled silk trade and spices, Venice diversified its specialties through the years. For centuries, especially during the blossoming days of the Renaissance period, it has been the birthplace to many a musician, composer and painter. This includes Antonio Vivaldi, Andrea Gabrieli and Giovanni Belinni.
It was also home to Philosopher Elena Piscopia, the first woman in the world to receive a Doctorate Degree. In tandem with its rich culture in music, art and history, Venice has continued the various festivals which had made the city popular in the past. The Carnival of Masks which is a popular tourist attraction is held before Ash Wednesday and has also become an annual gathering for a few artistic organisations.
Venice Biennale is a festival that celebrates artistic ventures and has been held annually since 1893. It is an international attraction alongside the Venice Film Festival which is held in August every year. The city lent its name to Shakespeare's play the Merchant of Venice and has been the scenic backdrop for a variety of Hollywood blockbusters such as The Talented Mr. Ripley,
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