What She Thought She Knew (Rachel Moore Mystery Book 1), стр. 47
Fear and I walked towards the car and opened the doors.
As Fear went inside, I took one last glance at the hotel we were at.
I'll come for you, I thought, and entered the black SUV.
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We sped through the city, the sun barely started to come out.
I looked out the window absentmindedly, not really focused on the scenery. My mind kept on going over the mission parameters, but mostly about last night.
Last night was amazing; I couldn't have asked for a better one. The feeling of Rachel's body beneath mine was instant ecstasy; she was like a drug that I was helplessly addicted to.
The guilt of leaving Rachel attacked me like tsunami waves. No matter how much I tried to push her to the back of my mind, Rachel always plagued my thoughts.
The motion of the van hitting a bump on the road brought me back from my thoughts.
I shook my head, and composed myself once more. I placed a finger on my temple and glanced at my right.
Fear regarded me with an amused expression, and I narrowed my eyes at him.
He merely chuckled softly, and then looked out the window.
I too looked away, and returned my focus on the scenery.
I had forgotten how beautiful Rome was in that time of year. My mother and I used to walk around our neighborhood every sunset as we took in the many ancient structures lying about. I would have sometimes walked on my own to enjoy the time to myself. There were plenty of nice views to see… with nice long legs…
I blinked rapidly, and mentally scorned myself for getting distracted.
I curled my fingers into a fist, my gloves tightened as I held on.
Thankfully, the airport came into sight, and the van pulled in, and slid past the line of cars. The van drove through the terminals, and made a turn just before the exit.
Finally, it stopped just behind our plane.
Fear, the man with shades and I all got out.
The third fellow turned his attention to us. "Alright agents, your orders are to rendezvous with other higher ranked Seeker agents in Switzerland. The details will be given to you upon your arrival." With that, the man saluted us, and walked off to the side.
Fear and I glanced at each other, and then made our way to the plane.
As we stepped inside, we were greeted by a few other Seeker agents, each preoccupied with their own personal thoughts.
Fear and I decided to isolate ourselves by sitting at the back. The privacy would be much appreciated.
As I clasped my seat-belt in, and leaned back in my chair, the feeling of apprehension developed within me.
I turned to my Assassin friend, but his eyes were closed, and his breathing was even.
With no one to talk to, I shuffled in my seat, and stared out the window, the belly door closed as the last of the equipment was packed on.
Within fifteen minutes, the plane's engines powered up, and we were moving down the tarmac. Another couple of minutes later, the plane sped down the runway, and gained enough force and power to take off.
With the plane in the air, I knew that one part of our mission was completed, but we still had several other points to cover.
Our 1 hour and 40 minute flight was to Zurich, the largest city in Switzerland. I've never been there before, but I've been told that it was beautiful.
From what we've been taught back in Seeker Basic, the Shroud was built there as a symbol of peace, though in my opinion I thought it was really because Zurich was among the world's largest financial centers. Something had to fund the Shroud's construction after all.
Just one more landmark among the many museums and art galleries found in the city.
I cracked my neck in an attempt to soothe out the tense muscles. My body was on alert, yet I had no idea why. Must have been due to stress.
During the flight, I kept on squirming around in my seat as I desperately tried to find a comfortable position.
Nothing worked, so I chose to stand up and walked around.
I decided to make my way into the more occupied space of the plane where the rest of the Seeker agents were. There were a dozen of them about, each minded their own business. Only two of them were talking.
With my back facing him, I sat beside the one with simple dark green attire. "What do you think this is all about?" He asked.
The other agent replied. "I think it's just a piss poor excuse to get us to provoke them. It's been like the god damn cold war for over a decade, and now our superiors are getting restless. They'll jump at any suspicious activity just to have an excuse to attack the Phantoms."
"Perhaps, but you do know who we are dealing with right? The Phantoms have been our enemy for years."
The other man snorted. "Yeah, and since when have humans ever gotten along with each other? I say that if we had just put them in their place in the beginning, none of their atrocities would have happened." He said, his thick Irish accent put emphasis on his words.
The first man shook his head. "I don't know about that. When someone, or in this case an organization, is power-hungry, there's no way to change their minds. We should have exterminated them all years ago."
The Irish agent laughed dryly. "Hah! And you think we didn't try? Those slippery bastards knew how to hide. And then there's the fact that their leader came into power when we were