Outer Banks Hideaway

Laylana, in this NSFW PicStory (16 pictures) has returned from her last mission and is trying to remain unnoticed by the CIA as she figures out what to do next.

Laylana, having finished her mission, but still needing to stay out of sight, separated from the Green Beret squad, then traveled secretly back to the USA to a little town called Stumpy Point near the North Carolina Outer Banks.

"Outer Banks Hideaway" is a part of the Secrets Of The World storyline.

She checked the balances of her fake personas and decided she could pass enough time there for Mason to sort things out. She had rented a suite in a vacation complex off the Internet. It turned out to be a lot nicer than it seemed.

Waking up as the sun rose, she sat up in bed and stretched. After a quick stop in the bathroom, she headed for the kitchen to see what was in the fridge.

It was adequately stocked. She took out the juice and jelly, then looked in the cabinets.

Ah… bread…

That’s what she was looking for, so she ripped off a paper towel for later, put the bread in the toaster, then looked around.

The suite consisted of a nice bedroom and bath, a large sitting area, and a kitchen. A little table separated the kitchen from the sitting area. The floor below served as the complex’s laundry facility. Laylana’s suite had direct access by means of a flight of stairs. 

There was a door from Laylana’s suite that she was told opened to another set of dorm-like bedrooms and two more bathrooms. The dorms were accessible from a different suite on the far side, and were being used by the family renting that space.

The kitchen was very nice. It had white cabinets on one side and contrasting brown cabinets on the other. It seemed like it could easily provide for the needs of a large group using the bedroom and dorms.

Laylana’s toast popped up, so she put it on the paper towel and spread the jelly. 

Acknowledgements:

As AI renders, the final composition of images is difficult to control exactly. Therefore…

…throughout the story Laylana appears alone but oftentimes appears to be looking at the viewer or someone else. 

…items, clothes, furnishings, equipment, the model’s anatomy, etc. varies slightly from image to image.

This should not negatively impact the flow or meaning of the story.

After eating, she showered and dressed, putting on a loose fitting black cotton top and matching pants. She looked at her suitcase and shook her head, then sat down on the floor.

My clothes are all dirty. All of them…

As she sat on the floor, she realized even the clothes she was wearing smelled bad. It had a musty, body-odor, wet-jungle smell. Even what she had on was unpleasant.

She wondered if what she had worn traveling had been as bad. Laylana sighed and leaned back against the bed. She looked at her suitcase and shook her head. There was no getting around it. She would have to do laundry before she could do anything else.

Laylana gathered up all of her dirty clothes—everything she had with her—and made her way down to the laundry room. She shook her head as she looked around. There were six washers of different styles and 8 equally diverse dryers.

She picked a washer and dumped all her clothes in. Then, she thought about the dirty clothes she was wearing.

Having nowhere to go, and since most of the people around there were out enjoying their holidays, she made a quick decision.

She put in her detergent and fabric softener, then set the dials. Then she quickly stripped off what she had on and put them in with everything else. She closed the lid and started the machine.

It seemed to be starting up as expected, so she turned and walked over to the door and looked out. She wanted to double-check that no one else was around, and her check outside confirmed it.

Laylana then made her way back upstairs. 

I’m naked… for a wash cycle and dry cycle… That’s a good excuse to go back to bed.

Laylana went into the bedroom and stretched out on the bed.

It was then, the immediate demands on her attention met, that her thoughts drifted to her situation. It was almost incomprehensible.

Diverted from a real mission into some trap so that DNA artifacts could be stolen from her so that some look-alike probably named Natalie could steal satellite images from the middle-of-nowhere china… Then put on the naughty list by her agency, but warned about it by someone working with Natalie… Then sent on a photography mission with some Green Berets that hardly needed the skills of a deep-cover CIA agent, a mission created by Deputy Assistant Director Cal Davis, who was not normally in her up-line at all.

Laylana figured it was only a matter of time before the CIA would know she had gone off the grid. She—and the Green Berets—had sent in their pictures per orders. She had taken a jump seat on a KC-135R refueling aircraft on a ferry mission back to the USA mainland. She checked through the Air Force security, then stopped being Laylana Vals, adopting a series of aliases using prepaid VISAs to get from Virginia to North Carolina. 

It was just then that her prepaid cell phone rang. She knew it had to be Mason Graham, her handler.

She got up and grabbed the phone. “Hello.”

“Vals… This is Mason.”

Laylana sat down on the floor by the bed. “I figured it was you.”

“Yeah… Of course… Look… Laylana, are you in a safe place?”

“Well, I don’t think anyone knows where I am, if that’s what you mean. I don’t know of any immediate threats… No more danger than staying in any hotel…”

Laylana didn’t tell him she was in a vacation town; he wouldn’t want to know. He knew she was in the USA because the prepaid phone had worked, and she was in some place with cell service.

“So, you’re not in danger? What are you doing right now?”

Laylana laughed. “Do you want the whole truth?”

Mason laughed. “Well, don’t reveal where you are… but the way you put the question, I’m curious.”

“I’m sitting in the floor totally naked because every single thing I own smells like muck and body odor.”

“Oh…” Mason’s voice trailed off. “Okay… wasn’t expecting that!”

“You asked.”

“Not sure I can go on… now… image in my head is distracting me.”

Laylana felt herself blushing, but she decided to just let his comment go. “What’s going on? Am I still on the bad-girl list?”

Mason didn’t answer for a few long, awkward seconds, then he spoke slowly and softly. “Lay, I got burned. DAD Davis caught me getting on an elevator and told me to follow him. He took me down the stairs and outside. ‘Graham, we never had this conversation, do you understand?’

“I said, ‘Yes, I understand.’

“He then said, ‘You’re about to get burned. You’ll be blocked from all access to everything. You’re direct deposit will get a severance and a stipend for three months, but after that, you don’t exist within the agency anymore…’”

Laylana couldn’t believe it. “You got burned?”

Mason was quiet for a moment, then replied. “Yeah… And Winters didn’t know anything about it. He and I have prepaids, too. I hit his up, and he swore he didn’t know anything about it. He said he’d hit my back if he learned anything. I told him not to bother, that I’d be trashing that phone right after the call.”

“Now what?” Laylana asked.

“Now, it gets really strange.”

Laylana laughed. “Sorry… shouldn’t be laughing, but how much stranger can it get?”

“Davis said for me to contact you. He said for us to wait to hear from someone named Eva Clavin… That you would trust her, perhaps. And we should do what she says. He said to tell you to go back to where you met Eva for the second time. Sit there at noon, starting sometime next week. She’ll be watching that location at that time until she can rendezvous with you.”

Laylana didn’t say anything for a moment as she processed all that Mason had said, then she came to a conclusion. “You know this means Davis is connected to what happened to me in Indonesia, right?”

Mason didn’t answer her directly. “Lay, who is Eva? I feel like I don’t have the whole picture, here.”

Laylana decided she needed to tell Mason what happened before her mission to Afghanistan. She recounted all the details, explaining all that happened and her interpretation of it all.”

Mason, then conjectured the next chapter. “So, they burn me so I can’t help you from inside, and leave you in the system hoping you’ll check in and reveal yourself. Then… what?”

Laylana shook her head, though she knew Mason couldn’t tell. “Nothing good, I’m sure.”

Mason replied quickly. “I’m sure you’re right about that.”

“Yeah…”

Neither of them spoke for a moment, then Mason went on. “So, they think you snagged some intel from a place in the middle of nothing. Now, they want to take you out. Get you out of the way…”

Laylana shook her head again. “That does not sound good.”

“Whatever was in those pictures must be connected to something very, very big. And something someone in the agency is trying to keep secret.”

“Weapons? Bio-warfare? Nukes?” Laylana threw out some ideas.

Mason added a thought. “Maybe some sort of terrorism? Some headquarters from some terrorist cell?” 

“Whatever it is,” Laylana replied, “I’d like to get to the bottom of it… I guess I have to get back to D.C. in a few days and start sitting in the park at noon…”

“Listen… I got a new prepaid. I’ll give you the numbers using our little code…”

As Mason recited 10 numbers, Laylana added 2 to each one—8 became 0 and 9 became 1—and wrote them down in reverse order. That would be the number to Mason’s new burner phone.

“I’ll get a new one, too, and text you the digits. Same encryption.”

“Okay…” Mason paused for a long time, then laughed. “Hey… you know, you don’t work for me, anymore, right?”

Laylana hadn’t thought about that, and also didn’t know why he was mentioning it. “I guess not.”

There was a long pause again, then Mason said, “Well… okay… stay in touch… I’ll be thinking about you and hoping good for you.”

Laylana smiled. “Thanks. I’ll get a new burner as soon as I can.”

Mason laughed again. “Put some clothes on first! Hope to see you soon… Bye.”

Laylana just sat there on the floor for a few moments to review the conversation and collect her thoughts. Then, she stood up, put the phone away, and decided to go to the kitchen for a snack.

The vacation complex management had put fresh fruit in the kitchen in bowls. There was a little more in the refrigerator, too. The cabinets had individually wrapped snacks: peanut butter crackers, granola bars, and things like that.

Laylana considered her possibilities, but her mind was more occupied with concerns about her situation. She worried that it was very possible that Mason was part of the scheme. That he was playing out a part to somehow… capture her.

But, she had to go back to Eva. Eva had stopped her from being captured twice. If Eva’s plan was to see her captured, she was going about it all wrong.

She turned from the counter and walked back toward the sitting area. There was a grand window with a great view. She paused and looked out. She breathed in deeply, and tried to relax, tried to clear her mind. 

After a moment, she let her legs carry her back to the bed and she sat down again. I gotta get my brain settled… I’m going crazy… thinking in circles.

She was completely sure about  a couple of things. The craziest thing is that the people who stole her identity were also the ones who seemed to definitely be trying not to harm her. They could have killed her in Indonesia (LINK THIS). They didn’t. They could have let her be grabbed at either the computer center or the hotel in D.C. Rather, Eva warned her ahead of time so she could get away. (LINK THIS)

She was almost completely sure that the other woman that Eva worked with was named Natalie. And if so, she had some past with the CIA.

She was mostly sure that Deputy Assistant Director Cal Davis had sent her to Afghanistan to get her out of someone’s reach. That mission was so trivial, it had to be, she thought, just trumped up on her behalf. The Green Berets didn’t need me at all.

Laylana leaned back on her elbows and shook her head.

If, she thought, Davis was also trying to protect her, then it seemed reasonable that his message to Mason was also an effort to… To what?

What was the plan, if there was one? And was at the root of it all? These questions rattled through Laylana’s head.

But slowly, an idea came back to the surface.  If Eva was looking out for Laylana—which seemed like one of the few sure things in the whole mess—and if Davis sent Mason to tell Laylana to connect with Eva, then Davis and by extension Mason must be… Laylana decided to think of them as the good guys… Eva and by association Natalie, Davis, and Mason.

Laylana stood up, shaking her head and speaking out loud to the empty room. “The woman that sent me on the bogus mission and left me naked in the jungle is the one I trust most? I’m in a mess!”

Laylana went back to the kitchen for that snack she never prepared. She found a plate and looked at all that was available. She went back to the fruit bowl and then had a thought.

I need a gun. All I have is my M2.0 Shield. 

She quickly thought about the way things were. Up close, the handgun was fine, but should she find herself in a position where a strategic, long range defense was called for—just as it had not been adequate in Indonesia—it would come up short.

She had seen a S&W folding 9mm rifle, an FPC. It fired the same rounds as her Shield, so that would be convenient. Folded up, it would fit in a backpack. It wasn’t an AR shooting 556 rounds, but it would be far more accurate—at thirty… forty… they claim accuracy up to 100 yards—than her pistol.

What would not be convenient is getting one, and getting it to D.C. She decided if she could get one from a private dealer there in North Carolina, she could skip the background check; she wasn’t sure any of her aliases could pull that off since they had really no backgrounds to check!

I’ll have to drive… That wasn’t a terrible thing, and would avoid the hassle of two airports and bookings. If I check out of my suite here, I’ll have enough money to buy the gun, rent a car, and get to D.C. just using my alias’s money.

But her alias’s money would run out pretty soon after that. If she had to stay cut-off from her real identity, things would get tough.

Laylana finished her snack then decided it was probably time for her laundry to be done, so she crept back down to the laundry room. Being a spy gave her skills far greater than were needed to make sure no one was in the room already. The coast was clear, so she went to check on the washing.

Almost done… 

She sat down on a rug on the floor in front of the empty dryers to wait.

Okay… action list… Item one… stop being naked. Hmm… Item zero … Dry clothes, then do item one…”

She decided that, while the clothes dried, she would get online and look for private dealers in North Carolina who were selling the FPC or something like it. She also decided that she would, when she had some clothes, go for a walk on one of the wooded trails near the vacation complex, that fresh air would be good for her, after days of travel and being cooped up all day.

At that moment, the washing machine signaled that the cycle was done, so she put the clothes from it into one of the dryers. She opted to sit on the bed to use the laptop and hunt for the FPC.

She banged through search engines and social media until she found something. She could hardly believe her luck. It was the FPC, just as she had set out to find. It was a two hour drive, but it was in the direction she wanted to go.

She made the call. The seller agreed to hold it for a few days, provided she paid with cash. That was very agreeable to Laylana, so he closed the listing on her promise.

“I’d ask why woman wants this kind a gun, but being nosy don’t help my business any… See you in a couple days.”

Laylana was glad he didn’t ask. It would be hard to explain that she was taking precautions in case a dozen… bad guys… rushed her.

Looking at the clock, Layalan figured it was nearly time for her clothes to be dry. She put away her laptop, and headed back down. She was right, but early by two minutes. She leaned on the dryer to wait.

She thought about the vacation complex and reviewed where she had seen signs to the hiking trails. It wasn’t far.

When the buzzer sounded from the dryer, Laylana jumped. I need to get dressed and get on the trail.

Without delay she took her clothes to her room, locked the door to the basement behind her, and folded them up. She put them away, except for some shorts and a sports bra.

She located her inside-the-waistband holster and tucked the Shield into the back of her shorts. She decided to forego shoes—She thought about Indonesia and how many miles she had to click off without shoes, and decided to keep her feet prepared in the event anything like that ever happened again.

Then she hit the trail.

It was nice to get outside. No extraction chopper. No side seat in a Humvee from the FOB to the airport.. No airplane jump-seat. No rental car. And even as nice as the suite she had rented was, it was nice to get outside into the fresh air.

She walked slowly, taking in the sights and sounds of nature around her. But, every alert, ever the clandestine agent whose senses were radar searching for potential dangers or threats. 

She walked about a mile, then stopped and looked further down the trail.

Nothing stood out that was different from what she had already seen. She decided to turn back.

As she walked along her thoughts drifted to her handler… her former handler, Mason. She was sorry he had gotten caught in the crossfire of whatever was going on. She second-guessed her decision not to tell him her plan before going to the data center after she got back from Paris LINK, but it seemed like a good idea at the time. There was no reason to think she would trigger something inside the CIA that would be so widespread.

When she got back to her suite, she was satisfied with her time outside. The weather was pleasant, but she thought she’d grab a quick shower to get the dust off, especially her feet and ankles.

After the shower, she dried off.

Nap… I can do that.

She re-checked the locks on the doors and windows, then finding them all secure, she went to the bed and plopped down in the middle.

A nap would be great. Then, she’d start preparing for her trip to D.C. She needed to get a new prepaid phone and get the number to Mason. And she had that gun to pick up…

But a good, long nap before dinner, before a good, long night’s sleep would come first.

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• Please remember that Laylana Vals is an AI model, a character in Ailana Geven Imagines stories.