Round Three Hit: Pool Side Retreat

Zowie walked back from the Starbucks. It was getting late, but at least they still had some doughnuts this time. Looking up, she marveled at how many stars there were. Millions of tiny lights so far away. Zowie’s musings took her past the small towel stand next to the pool,. She had planned to sit in one of the purple lounge chairs to finish her snack while watching the night sky. That had been what she planned.

“Where do we stand?”

“Initial contact has been made. I am in the process of making arrangements to view the prototype.”

“From making my rounds at the convention, it appears no one suspects our contact.”

Naturally curious, Zowie leaned in to hear more. She wondered what this prototype was. She knew her mission was to find out what terrorist acts were being planned at the toy convention. Could this be what she was supposed to find? Zowie leaned in closer, she needed to hear more before another black mood took her. But the conversation stopped. That wasn’t all, she was starting to feel odd. She looked down at her doughnut with suspicion. Why can’t a girl just enjoy her doughnut in peace. Zowie slipped into he black of unconsciousness as she fell and hit her head.

Waking up, Zowie found she couldn’t move. She had been tied to one of those lounge chairs, that was now being held or propped up next to something. Glancing down, the color drained from her features as she realized what was about to happen. She was thrown face first into the pool. Pity her lungs weren’t as waterproof as her jewelry.