It was lunchtime, and Kate and Geoffrey sat under a lemon tree and ate their sandwiches. Kate had told him about her desire to study in Paris, so Geoffrey was now going on and on about how he was going to visit her and they were going to travel all over France. “I think the choice is quite good. Plus, it's a very quick hop from France to the Netherlands. I hear it's perfectly legal to buy weed or other drugs there,” Geoffrey commented. “All you care about is flapdoodles,” Kate said while waving her hand. “Why not? We‘re young, and you have to try everything in life so you don‘t regret it later,” he replied. “I believe the person who said that phrase certainly did not mean that you should smoke weed in the Netherlands.” answered Kate. “Whatever. Don't be boring, you make me nervous.” Geoffrey glanced at his watch. “Oh, shit, gotta go. My group should be coming down now. I've got to meet them or I'll get in trouble. Shall we go?” He stood up and held out his hand to Kate. They left
Cairo, Egypt.Martin sat on the dirty, dusty floor with both hands behind his head, going over every moment in his mind, from the bank vault to this building. Where did he go wrong? He couldn‘t figure out where he had missed something in his perfect, sparkling-clean plan and was now sitting empty-handed. In one swift movement, he had stabbed the tired old man, searched his pockets, and even cut the lining of his jacket, but no matter how hard he looked, there was no ring. The old man had nothing on him except a battered fake leather wallet. The killer was panic-stricken, but he quickly suppressed that feeling – such a reaction would have been very unprofessional. He took several deep breaths, countered his rising emotions and got up from the ground. He needed to move. By the time the body is discovered, his footprints would be long gone. He needed a neutral environment to think through his next steps. He was desperate to find the damn ring. The old man had no chance of getting rid of
Jake slowly opened his eyes. For a moment, he couldn't get his bearings and didn't understand where he was. Above him, he saw a dirty, once-white ceiling that was begging to be repainted, just like all the walls in his flat. Looking around, he realised that he was lying on the ground in his own home. Then he remembered standing in front of the mirror and the next moment he was unconscious. Taking his time, he stood up and looked at the clock on the wall. It had been a couple of hours since he was about to leave. Jake was a little scared. He had never been to a doctor in his life, because he had never had any health problems. He had always been as strong as an ox and had never taken any medication. He hadn’t even had a runny nose for about ten years. He could not understand what was happening. How could he faint just from standing in front of a mirror, as if nothing had happened. The situation was more than strange. But it was not only the fact that he had been unconscious for two hou
Jake was in the middle of his odyssey through the local nightclubs. He didn‘t like to stay in one place too long. He had a lot of acquaintances in the more popular bars and had decided that tonight he would visit them all. It was fun. Many of his friends who were in the same trade didn‘t drink alcohol at all because the Islamic faith forbade it, but there were many who didn‘t care and had fun, while forgetting all the religious dogma. One of the favourite activities on these nights was to charm the girls who were there on holiday, who felt shy in a strange country, with a different culture, and who were wary of the local men. Jake was the key to success on the road to meeting foreign women. Because he was American and handsome, the girls were willing to flirt with him, thinking he was a tourist just like them. It was a great night for new acquaintances, and quite successful too. Half an hour earlier, Jake had chatted up a group of girls from Germany and had already introduced them t
Barcelona, Spain.It was still early in the morning. The train journey to the Catalan capital took just 40 minutes, so before Kate could fall into a deep sleep, she was woken up by a big man with red cheeks.“Wake up, lady, we have arrived in Barcelona.” It was the ticket conductor who was checking that all passengers had disembarked. Waking up so suddenly, Kate was startled beyond words. The ticket inspector smiled warmly when he saw her pale face. “I'm sorry, I didn't mean to frighten you. It's just that you slept very soundly. We have arrived.”“No, it‘s fine. I must have had a bad dream. Thank you,” Kate said in a slightly confused, jerky voice. She picked up her things and got up from her seat. “Have a nice day, lady. I apologise again for frightening you.”“Thank you, I‘m fine. Have a nice day too,” answered Kate trying to smile as she got off the train.The morning was clear and warm. It was early, but life was already in full swing. As she left the train station, Kate was ov
Cardinal Richard sat in a large, red lavishly upholstered chair, a throwback to the reign of Queen Victoria, which perfectly matched the décor of his luxurious apartment. He had bought the apartment a few years earlier and furnished it as if it was a palace. He loved visiting Catalonia because it was part of his carefree childhood. Although he was not particularly sentimental he did feel at home despite the fact that for many years his home had been Rome and the Vatican, where his hard work, stubborn character, and great dedication to a single purpose had made him what he was today. Despite his austere nature, even in his stony heart there was a small longing that compelled him to visit Catalonia at least once a year. However, being homesick was not the reason for returning this time, it was something much more important. Soon he would have in his hands the most powerful weapon in the world, which would bring all humanity to its knees. He had given his whole life in the service of God
Cardinal Richard had just received a call from a messenger to say that the mission was successful and that the plane with the special parcel had landed. The news was so thrillingly good that the cardinal accidentally dropped the cup he was holding. It took him a minute to stop himself from shouting with happiness. After a few deep breaths, he regained his usual calm and ordered that the car with the parcel be directed to him at once. He gave strict instructions that his men observe all possible safety requirements and in case of danger, to use all means to ensure that the parcel was delivered safely. After putting the receiver down, he sat back in his chair and closed his eyes. “Isn‘t this God‘s will?” he thought. “Finally... The stone of the earth, the ring, in my mighty hands. I will bring humanity into a new era,” he said to himself. Then the phone rang again. It was his people, who had gone to a temple in the mountains. The cardinal picked up the phone, thinking it was the best
Darren was sitting in his hotel room, drinking whisky from a tiny bottle he had found in his minibar. He felt completely out of his depth and utterly lost. Always a man of strong character, unpredictable, and self-confident, he was now distracted and affected by the emotions that Margaret had suddenly evoked. Things were already quite complicated. Just a few minutes earlier, he had coordinated by telephone, all the details for the transfer of the bodies of the murdered men with the French Security Department, before informing Nathaniel of the events in Cairo surrounding the loss of the ring. Nathaniel was, of course, not happy with this sequence of events, but he did not blame Darren for what he could not change. On the contrary, he thanked him sincerely for the hard work he had done and the responsibility he had assumed at a difficult time for the Brotherhood and urged him not to give up. Darren thought otherwise. Too many people were already involved in what should have been a simpl