THE SHOCKWAVE
BY: INVISIBLE WRATH

Chapter 13:
Fashion Show

    Flashbulbs filled the room with brief bursts of light, adding a popping sound to the din in the room. Photographers surrounded the catwalk as women walked the length of the catwalk, modeling the latest styles from Paris, Milan, and Rome. Fashion designers and critics alike spoke in a myriad of languages as they discussed the fashions the models on stage displayed.

    “How are you doing, ‘dear’?” Shockwave asked into the mouthpiece hidden in his collar as he knelt in front of the stage, camera in hand snapping away. His cover for the mission was that of an international photographer. Good think photography had been a hobby of his for years….

    “Wonderfully, chéri.” His ‘wife’ replied on stage, keeping in character as a French model. Lady Jaye smiled to him from the catwalk and spun on one foot gracefully. She wore a floor length black silk gown, a leg slit running up to her waist on the right. The gown was sleeveless with the neckline cut almost to her waist. As she turned, her toned, well-defined bare back was shown. “La voyez-vous ?” she asked. Shockwave made a mental note to thank his mother for making him learn French.

    “To your left, love. That’s it, smile more, perfect!” he replied, covering his direction to her as modeling instructions.

    “Merci, amour.” She replied as she turned to look at the subject of their undercover operation.

    The Baroness Anastasia DeCobray watched the modeling expo from a boxed section towards the left of the stage. She spoke with on of the fashion designers, exchanging comments on the outfits the models displayed. Lady Jaye played her part perfectly; standing so Shockwave could take photographs of the Baroness while appearing to do nothing more than take picture of his ‘wife’.

    Once the show had ended, Shockwave and Lady Jaye returned to their hotel room.

    “I assume you enjoyed yourself?” Jaye asked him as she changed in the bedroom.

    “You want the me answer or the Hit & Run answer?” he replied from the bathroom where he was developing the photographs.

    “I know what the Hit & Run answer is, so the ‘Shockwave’ answer will do.”

    “Yes, I enjoyed myself. I got some nice pictures in here of you for Flint if you want.”

    “I think he’d like that, thank you. How much longer are you going to be locked I there?”

    “Almost done…” he replied.

    “Good, I want to order room service.” Jaye said as she leaned on the door.

    “That idea I like. Something expensive.”

    “Angus steak? Lobster?” she replied.

    “Both.” Shockwave replied as he opened the door and caught her as she fell against him. “You okay?” he asked as he helped her stand, looking at her outfit.

    “Is there something wrong?” she asked with a mischievous smile. She was dressed in a gray tank top and matching panties.

    “Not at all. You getting wine with that surf and turf?” he asked.

    “Of course.” Jaye smiled as she picked up the phone and placed their order with the appropriate accent, then smiled at him. “It will be here in twenty minutes, chéri. How did the photos turn out?”

    “Perfect. We have the evidence of who she was talking to.” Shockwave replied.

    “Good. You contact Hawk and fill him in. Don’t forget to send the pictures. I’ll see if we can get a descent TV station here.”

    “Sounds good.” Shockwave said as he took the photographs to the bedroom and activated the comm. Array while Jaye flipped through the various stations…

    “Dieu ! Y a il rien dans ce fichu pays intéressant l'observation !” she exclaimed in French as Shockwave wrapped up his conversation with Hawk and the pictures finished transmitting.

    “Not until later, dear.” Shockwave replied as there was a knock on the door. The waiter pushed in the cart of food and smiled as Jaye kissed him on the cheek, complimenting the service. After the waiter left, Jaye and Shockwave quickly dug into the food.

    “So what is up with you and Mickey?” Jaye asked through a mouthful of lobster.

    “Not sure.” He replied after he swallowed.

    “How did that first date go?”

    “There wasn’t one. You interrupted, Allie.” Shockwave replied.

    “Sorry. She’s a good girl, I’m sure she’s waiting for you patiently, not getting into any trouble at all……”

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