What the hell? Raising the binoculars to his face, Michael zoomed in to the small glimmering light shining from the office he knew was supposed to be empty. There was a woman sitting at the desk furiously going through all the drawers and files. He zoomed in a little further, trying to get a good shot of her face, and then… click. The binoculars had picture taking capabilities; very handy in just this kind of situation.

Pulling a small cable out of his bag, Michael connected it to the binoculars and to his Blackberry. The image transmitted straight over. Michael took a closer look at the woman in the photo. Damn, she’s kinda hot. He couldn’t help himself; he was a man after all and a “lone wolf” at that. Hitting a few keys on the Blackberry, he was able to e-mail the image directly to David. Just as he hit send, he dialed David’s number.

“Yeah.”

“I just sent you an e-mail with a picture attached. I need you to check all your resources and tell me who she is.”

“She? Are you out on the prowl again? Why do you have me checking these women out all the time? Damn it, man, just go over there and talk to...”

Michael cut him off with a growl in his voice, “I’m at the U.N. building, asshole. There’s someone in the building that shouldn’t be there and I wanna know who it is.”

“Oh… right… I’ll get on it and call you right back.” There was a click and he was gone.

Michael grabbed the binoculars again and went back to watching the woman in the window. There was something about her that set off alarms in his head, among other places. As he watched, he saw her stand from the desk and pace the room. She had a great figure from his angle. He could see how her every curve flowed as she walked, hips swaying in natural movement with the rest of her. The woman had it in all the right places. As she turned to the window he zoomed in on her deep blue eyes. Michael thought he was caught, but it was as though she was looking right through him. He was instantly mesmerized by her.

What the fuck am I thinking? He shook all thoughts out of his head and placed the binoculars back down while he waited for David to call him back. Granted, after his painful divorce he had turned into a bit of a playboy, but the woman in the window intrigued him. It was probably the mystery of it all, the not knowing who she was, but he definitely knew he wanted to find out more about her. What is taking him so damn long? Michael needed answers, and he wanted them yesterday. He hated having to wait around for information.

Michael sat another minute or two, tapping his fingers on his knee, when his phone rang. “Whatcha got?”

“Did you say this woman was inside the UN building in Poland?” David’s voice sounded puzzled.

“Yeah, why?”

“Well, then you’ve got an interesting problem.”

“Would you just come out and tell me instead of giving me fucking riddles?” Michael was getting more than a little frustrated.

“I was going for hype and build-up.”

“Save it for another time,” Michael spoke through clenched teeth. “I just wanna get this shit done and go home. Who’s the girl in the picture?”

“Fine, her name is Marisol Sanchez and she lives in Miami, Florida…”

“Long way from home,” Michael interrupted.

“Do you want this information or not?” David paused and got no response. “That’s what I thought.” He took a breath before he continued. “Not only is she far from home, but she doesn’t even work for the UN. She’s an International Liaison for Regents World Banks.”

“Well, now, ain’t that some shit?  You better pull your resources and find out who she really is and who she works for.”

“You think there’s more to it?”

Sometimes David didn’t think too clearly. “Are you shitting me? Think about it. If she’s just a bank liaison, what the hell is she doing sneaking around in an office at the UN building in fucking Poland? Get on it!”