Chapter 2: The Eye

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6 miles above the North Atlantic, a private jet plane was soaring through the sky

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6 miles above the North Atlantic, a private jet plane was soaring through the sky.

Within the luxurious airplane, in addition to the two pilots engaged in their busy duties. Sitting in the back of the plane on leather passenger seats there was a thin-looking elderly gentleman probably in his 60's wearing a black suit and thick glasses, opposite to him was a professional-looking middle-aged woman gazing out of the window absent-minded.

"Ma'am? you've been quiet, are you ok?" [En] asked the old gentleman, gravelly calm with his thick Brooklyn accent.

"Oh, I have been so, have I? I beg your pardon" replied the English woman gently as she shifted her attention toward the man.

"Are you afraid?"

"Am I afraid?" smiled the woman and replied sarcastically "No, I enjoy being kidnapped by the CIA or whatever you guys are"

"Ah, yes, I am terribly sorry Ma'am and we thank you for your cooperation, this was... uh let's just say this only proves the urgency of the matter we require your assistance with, I hope the boys didn't cause a scene when picking you up? "

"No, not at all, there was no scene, there was only curiosity, curiosity which remains with me to this moment." The woman paused for a moment before asking "Mister Issac If I may ask, why did they send someone from your organization to pick me up? Because the request I received was from the United Nations, oh and more importantly. What on earth could a professor in comparative philology provide assistance with to your...people?"

"Ma'am, Like I said when we met, I don't like to beat around the bush, I'll be frank with you, I can't tell you anything, I can only ask you politely to accompany me on this trip that's all" stated the man with a stern look on his face." I'm sure all your questions will soon be answered".

"May I at least inquire where we are heading or is that also a taboo?"

"Oh no that's fine, we are heading towards France we'll be there in a few hours, get some sleep if you want"

"France?" The woman questioned the old man once more, but he ignored her as he excused himself to use the restroom. The perplexed woman was not annoyed as she wanted to be, the thrill of some sort of adventure made her heart beat with a little bit of excitement, the only reason that had her contain that excitement was the thought of her husband and daughter back home waiting for her return. I should call them when we land. 'My poor Anna you'll have to eat your father's cooking for a few more days' she thought to herself as she gazed once more from the airplane's window, falling into another daydream.

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