No commercial airlines schedule flights there, and even global satellite images of the area reveal nothing but seemingly endless blue waters. There ar... no fancy internet websites maintained to allow you to book a vacation there, and no ordinary travel agent can make a reservation for you. On the shelves and kiosks of the Worlds travel agencies there are no inviting brochures of the resort filled with rich prose and glossy color photographs displayed in competition with other pamphlets promoting. Dipty leaned back against the bench and closed her eyes, letting the breeze ruffle her hair. she knew she would need to head home soon before it grew dark, but for now, she was content to inhale the scent of some flower blossoming nearby and listen to Kartik melodious songs. She didn’t think of her home. Her cooking to be done at home or the rent to be paid this month. She was just enjoying the movement.________________________________________________________Stage 3 The popping sound made Dipty. So powerful if he or she could assist an agent in avoiding the governments radar. Dante had been tracked of course, but somehow they always managed to lose her each and every time. But not this time. Elliot was fuming. He had a right to be angry. A right to feel betrayed. He had thought his friendship with Dante had outweighed her secretive nature, and he had always assumed she would go to him for anything. Sure, he didn’t know why she had ran off. People had speculated that she had been. I was scared as hell so I told Wayne, “Look I can't remember anything about last night. I was so drunk after we left the party that I can’t remember a thing. How did I get to your house? What time was it?” I was playing the fool the whole time. Astonished, Wayne stammered, “What the fuck is going on here? Is this for real or just bull-shit. So do we just leave it at that and never mention it ever again?”I could hear what he was saying, but in my mind, I kept thinking about last night, a big.