... in her dreams ...

"the launch was held at one of those warehouses by the dock, stretching slightly the waters, acting also as a loading bay for one of those huge tankers / carriers.
the atmosphere was slightly stoic with the most pretentious people in the industry roaming around looking for social victims. megan stood by the entrance and looked in disgust, wishing that she didn't need to be there.
megan is a socialite, how she got to that status, no one really knows. stunning as she was, even if she wasn't a socialite, she still had enough air and charm to pass off as one.
megan swept across the room, seeing a familiar face that she could at least be comfortable with. kuzco held his champagne glass up, noting megan's approach. his smile broaden as he held out his arms to welcome megan in an embrace..
its been a long time since they have seen each other. since his mother passed away, he hasn't had much contact with anyone, in particularly megan.. kuzco always had a special spot for her in his heart, and regretted not keeping her close to him as she always knew how to bring a smile on his face in the times of sadness.
after the little small talk and catching up, megan walked over to the railing by the waters to take some air. there was a tanker docked and ready for unloading.. she noticed that there were some men carrying some firearm, in watch position. megan wondered what they carried in there that required such high security. she heard a splash some small distance away...

the dark figure swam in the dark waters, blinded, it was trying to angle right to make it to the anchor chains. stealthily, the dark figure climbed up the chains into the anchor room. pulling out the gun from its holster, the dark figure stepped out into the corridors and glided along the walls whilst looking out for passing guards.
making it to the hidden cargo area and the dark figure began cracking open some of the crates. to confirm suspicions of their content, it began collecting some proof for sampling.
there was shout just from outside, the dark figure ducked. some of the guards outside, rushed in to surround the insides area. the dark figure stayed low and ran close to the entrance, waiting for the remainder of the guards to come in before running out behind them..
just as the dark figure ran out the door, it heard a gun shot, hitting the sides of the door frame, showering splinters. barely making it out, found its way up to the deck and jump over the railings. bullets sprayed pass in the waters as it tries to swim for the shores.. still blinded by dark waters, the figure spent breathless minutes underwater trying to swim in the right direction. finally, getting out of the water, the dark figure checked the samples to make sure it was intact. there were still machine gun sounds from the tanker..

the party was oblivious to the happenings from the tanker, with the loud music drowning the sounds of the gun shots. kuzco was walking around looking for megan, wondering where she was hiding from the pretentious crowd. he took his search outside of the warehouse...

the dark figure began sweeping hair away from its face, taking off the torn hood of the wetsuit, and zipping down the back. getting back into the social outfit it came in, the dark figure walked out into the lights.

with her hair damp, megan couldn't stay longer for the party and walked towards her car. her communicator came in, asking her to turn the other corner and jump in.
she steadily walks passed some people, carefully avoiding eye contact. she saw him, hoping not to let him see her, she walked behind a couple on its way to their cars as well.. just passing him, she drops her car keys in his overcoat pockets.
she got into a silver limo just stopped in front of her, and greeted her comrades warmly.. megan was just glad to be out of dark waters, as they were still haunting her. feeling shivery, she remembered that she needs to call kuzco to ask him to bring his car home for her.
for some odd reason, she was not going to leave her car anywhere, though it was an old charade and not the usual aston she cruises around town with, the faded red car held some of the closest memories to her..
with shaking hands, she tried to dial his number on his mobile.. upon picking up, not allowing him to question her, she told him where she parked her car, and told him that she placed her keys in his left overcoat pocket, hoping that she can trouble him to bring back her car.
the male voice on the other side answered her back, not sounding like kuzco at all, she looked at the screen of her mobile again and realised that she called hannessa instead. frantically trying to end the call with her shaking hands..."

megan woke up in cold sweat and checked the time.. it was 7 in the morning.. trying to figure out what just happened, she then decided she'll look into it when she's had a bit more sleep..