I opened my eyes. All around me was water. I was still submerged but I wasn't drowning. I was breathing, deep breaths of air as though I was on the surface.

I should be dead. This shouldn't be happening.

I could barely think. My throat still tasted of salt and my lungs felt heavy, weighing me down.

I tried to move but I was completely frozen. I tried opening my mouth but it was clamped shut.

I panicked, breathing in faster and trying to move my arms but nothing happened. I felt myself getting light headed, slipping into an unconscious state of fear.

"Pepe"

I heard a faint voice call my name.

"Pepe".

It called again, growing louder. I could make out a silhouette of a woman in the distance.

I tried to move. My arms complied and I had gained control of them. I tried grabbing at the water in an effort to gain control of my legs again.

"Pepe"

I could see the figure becoming clearer as it slid through the water towards me. It was Camilla.

She was surrounded by a heavenly glow of light and her eyes were staring at me, fixed on mine.

"Pepe" she called

I suddenly gained control of my legs again and swum towards her. I new it was a vision but I let myself give in to the temptation.

Our hands touched and there was a sudden flash of white light.

"Pepe"

I suddenly opened my eyes and took in a sharp breath of air. My lungs straining.

"Pepe" The voice called, clear as day.

I looked up and saw a blonde lady staring at me, she looked relieved that I was awake.

I started feeling sick and abruptly turned over. The vomit came out fast and thick, burning my throat in the process, the sour taste lingering.

I felt a hand rubbing my back and I turned over to see the women staring at me, she looked concerned.

"Who are you?" I questioned

"My name is agent Elizabeth Hartland, From MI5" she replied

I slowly sat up, my hand gripped to hers as she helped me.

"Where am I?"

"You are on the HMS Scottsdale, MI5's finest yacht." she explained.

I looked around the boat. It was large and almost completely white. A small dining area inside with a kitchen. I could see a door that said 'accommodation' on the front. The sail rose high above the boat, bird flying around the top.

I looked behind Elizabeth and saw two men standing there. One I recognized as Pierre Lavoie, one of France's finest agents. He was wearing a patterned blue shirt and white shorts, sandals on his feet. The other man I had never seen before. Like Pierre, he wore a patterned shirt but this time in white and he wore red shorts. Sandals also on his feet. I immediately didn't like the look of him.

I started to feel light headed again and motioned for Elizabeth to sit me back down. She helped me get comfortable and wrapped a foil blanket around me. I smiled at her and she smiled back.

Pierre walked over to me and knelt down to my height.

"How are you doing Pepe?" He asked, crossing his hands over his knee.

"Better, I need to rest though" I coughed, shivering slightly.

"We are nearing Madeira" The other man yelled as he steered the boat. "We will get to the hospital soon"

"How did you find me?" I questioned them, scanning their faces for answers.

The other man motioned for Pierre to take control as he walked over to explain.

"We were travelling to Madeira and on the way here we spotted your body floating in the water. We dragged you aboard and immediately started CPR. This carried on for 25 minutes and then you gained consciousness and started breathing again." He explained

I was annoyed at his lack of empathy. He seemed far to cocky and arrogant. He had no emotion whats so ever.

Elizabeth gave him a stern look and he walked back to the wheel.

"I'm sorry about him, he's not that sympathetic in these situations" she claimed

"What is his name?"

"Agent Adrijan Kosos from Croatia." she stated, folding her arms.

We were getting closer to Madeira, I could see an ambulance waiting for us. I motioned for Elizabeth to come closer.

"Could you do me a favour?" I asked.

"Sure"

"Could you call my girlfriend Camilla Abarca and tell her what has happened?"

She nodded and walked to the telephone, flicking her hair back as she went.

We had finally reached the Portuguese island of Madeira and I was loaded into the ambulance. The paramedics insisted that I was accompanied so Elizabeth came too.

The Hospital

When arrived at the hospital I was immediately taken to intensive care and treated for hypothermia and near drowning.

I felt exhausted, barely able to function. I felt emotionally and physically drained and just wanted to rest. My vitals were being monitored and I was being pumped full of oxygen.

After a long sleep I awoke to find Camilla sitting on a chair with her hand rubbing mine. She looked terrified and her eyes welled up as soon as she saw me. I desperately wanted to hug her, say everything was going to be alright but I was chained to the monitor and could barely move.

"Pepe, Don't you dare do anything so stupid again!" she cried, tears streaming down her cheeks. "I can't lose you"

"I'm sorry Mi amor, every second I was underwater I was thinking of you" I replied, I could feel the tears bubbling at the corner of my eyes.

She leaned over and kissed me, the warmth filling my whole body. I felt safe, protected.

Suddenly there was a knock at the door.

"I hope i'm not interrupting anything" Smiled Elizabeth

Camilla ran straight for her and opened her arms for a hug.

"Thank you Amiga!, you saved my one and only" she cried, hugging Elizabeth tighter.

"You're welcome señorita, It was the right thing to do!" Elizabeth beamed, pulling away.

"Please, there must be something we can do to repay you're kindness?" Camilla asked.

"The reason Pierre, Adrijan and I came to Madeira was to have a meeting with you Pepe. We were hoping that you would become a Member of Mission International?"

All eyes in the room turned to me. That was the reason I came to Madeira. Mateo had told me I was going to meet with someone from a foreign organisation who would be recruiting me for their next mission.

"So it was you I was meeting in Madeira?"

She nodded. "Please Pepe, We need you for this mission"

I paused for a minute. Should I be doing this? I had almost died in my last mission and instead of me I had ended the lives of four others. Was this what I had been destined for? Was this Gods plan for me?

I looked up to the roof wondering what I should do. I owe it to them as they saved my life.

I crossed myself and kissed my fingers.

"I will help you, it's the least I can do." I cried

"Yay!" Elizabeth screamed "I will go and tell the others."

What had I got myself in for?

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