Surrender 01 - Surrender

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    “Geezus, Blake! You trying to garner attention? You’re supposed to be undercover,” her earpiece crackled. Annie looked past the ice cream stand to the ice truck parked in the lot. She gave the DEA agents who filled the truck along with surveillance equipment a little wink.
    Annie gave one last toss of the hair and started walking across the beach to the ice cream stand. Her voluptuous hips swayed, and her breasts teetered precariously in her top as she banked the intelligence behind her dark green eyes. Diego and the kid had just bought their cones and were now standing to the side of the ice cream stand. She headed right toward them and gave Diego a sultry smile when he looked up and saw her.
    “Hey,” she bit down seductively on her pouty, lower lip. “I heard you were the man to contact if I wanted to score,” she winked.
    “Dios mio. I would love to help you, but I don’t sell what you’re looking for.”
    “But, I was told you were the man. That you could give a girl anything she wants.” Annie paused, “Well, how about whatever you’re giving the kid. Maybe that can hold me over until I find a real man to give me what I want.”
    “Oh, lady, you’re killing me. This stuff is for athletes. How about you both meet me here tomorrow at two?” Diego turned to the kid, “You bring your buddies. Tell them it’s five hundred a vial.” Annie bit her lip again in a pout and wrapped some of her straight hair around her finger. “And you, hmm,” he said to her as he rubbed his crotch, or what she guessed to be his crotch. She couldn’t tell where anything was under his baggy shorts. “You meet me here, too. I will get something special for you. Three hundred.” He gave one last rub to his crotch and started walking down the beach, holding up his shorts as he went.
    “Good job, Blake. We lost sight of the kid. Do you have eyes on him?”
    “Yeah, he’s with five other boys, ages fifteen to seventeen. Looks like they’re going to be playing a little beach football.” She lay down on her towel and pulled out her camera. She snapped some photos of the beach and then swung the camera around and got some photos of the boys. She zoomed in on the t-shirt of one of the boys with the name of a local high school football team. Bingo.
    “Hey, sexy, how about we put that camera to good use?”
    “Get lost, jackass.”
    “Aw, don’t hate the player, hate the game.”
    She looked up at the muscled beach bum, “How about I hate both. Now get lost, I’m not going to have sex with you now or ever.” He looked stunned at the rejection and slowly walked off towards his next victim.
    “Ouch, Blake. We thought you were a bitch because you couldn’t get laid.”
    “Bite me.”
    “With pleasure.”
    “The boys are leaving.” She watched as they started to walk toward a minivan that had just pulled up and honked its horn.
    “Copy that. Go home. Same place and time tomorrow.”
    Annie stood up, rolled up her towel, and stuffed it into her beach bag. She closed her eyes for a second and felt warm rays of the evening sun on her face. She’d have to try to make it to the beach more often.

    Annie reached her one bedroom apartment in twenty minutes. She unlocked the deadbolt and threw her bag down on the chair in the living room. She placed her gun in the safe and walked into the small kitchen that overlooked the living room. The walls were white, as she’d never bothered painting them. This wasn’t her home. It was just a place to live.
    She opened the freezer and pulled out a Lean Cuisine at random. She tore open the box and tossed it into the microwave. As she walked through the living room, she turned the TV on to the Dolphins’ exhibition game and headed for the shower. Tomorrow she’d be one step closer to bringing down this drug ring.

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    Annie was worried that her gun might not work if she sweated on it anymore. The sun was so hot on her skin that the sweat running down her spine was cascading around her Sig tucked securely in her lavender bikini bottoms.
    She saw the kid and his buddies eyeing the ice cream stand and decided it was close enough to the meeting time to head up there. Diego hadn’t shown yet, but he could be waiting for them. She tied her hair back into a ponytail and slipped off her flip flops. She needed to be able to run if anything happened.
    Annie saw the second the kid recognized her. He ribbed his buddies and they all stared. Maybe she should have worn a