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
Darren and Margaret were sitting in a Cairo police station, drinking strong, bitter tasting coffee from a machine. Their rescue operation from the cave had gone smoothly and without any further misunderstandings. As promised, Bruce had arrived with several police crews, who brought professional climbing equipment, and they were able to bring them out into the light of day quite quickly through an opening in the cave roof. The rest of Darren’s men waited patiently at the station. Margaret was telling everyone in detail how they had ended up in the cave and that by chance found an old door hidden in the cave wall. Of course, she kept some things to herself, but as she recounted the adventure, she glanced warily at Darren, who was sitting next to her, and from the playful smile on his face, she realised that his mind was also full of pleasant memories. “I am glad you are both safe and sound. It could have been much worse,” said Bruce. “But what are we going to do about that guy? He does
Paris, France. Kate looked wide-eyed with surprise. It wasn’t a dream. She was actually lying in a king size bed in a huge room in a seemingly luxurious palace, and sitting next to the bed was the great guardian of the Brotherhood of the Guardians of the Stone, Nathaniel Thorne himself. He looked completely calm, with a faint smile on his face, betraying the fact that he was genuinely enjoying this unusual moment. Kate looked around slowly and realised that she had no idea how she had come to be here, and was naturally a little frightened. Fortunately, when she looked to her left, she saw Pierre standing there, looking just as scared as she was. A familiar and warm face was now just what she needed and Kate calmed down a little. Then she realised that she hadn’t said anything in response to the man’s presence, which was very rude, and she quickly tried to make amends. “Yes. Sorry... All this... I... I’m Katelyn West,” Kate struggled to get her first sentence together. “I’m pleased
Paris, France. Paris International Airport was deserted. A dozen or so tourists sat in the lounges, immersed in their smart devices and oblivious to their surroundings. The shops, with their array of accessories, were also closed, with only a few small kiosks selling coffee, tea, and delicious-smelling pastries. It was from one of these that Jake had bought two cups of cappuccino and some fresh doughnuts. “Here’s a coffee,” said Jake, returning to Megan, who was studying intensely the pocket map of Paris she had picked up on the plane. “Don’t you feel strange? Because even standing here, I still find it hard to believe that we were still in Egypt just a few hours ago. Megan took the coffee. “Yes, it’s a bit strange. But for some reason I think we did a good thing,” Megan smiled. “Yes, I guess... Well, what next? Rent a room in an airport hotel or go into town? It’s getting late, I don’t know if we could find a hotel this late, we don’t even know Paris at all,” Jake asked, stuffi
“Get up! Get up! How long can you sleep for?” and Jake jumped out of bed, almost deafened by Megan’s loud voice. “What... What happened?” he was scared. “Have I ruined something again?” “No, at least not yet. But you sleep too long. Get ready and let’s go and have breakfast. We’re in Paris!” Megan was obviously in a great mood. Jake didn’t say anything and just smiled. He liked that Megan was finally in a good mood. He liked that she wasn’t thinking about him putting her in such a horrible situation. Without even thinking of contradicting the girl’s order, he dragged himself towards the shower. Within an hour, they were sitting at a small outdoor café in one of the older parts of the city, enjoying strong coffee and fresh croissants. Megan was studying a map of Paris, intently plotting the route she had already planned for the day. Jake showed no interest. In his mind he was trying to move the spoon on the table. “Jake, stop it!” said Megan in a commanding tone. “Your superpower
The rescue operation was smooth and successful. Darren knew that the evening’s events would cause chaos, but he had no choice. He had to act with lightning speed. For years, the two opposing camps had walked a fine line, but had always tried to show each the respect they deserved, and as far as the circumstances demanded it. Unfortunately, in the end there were no limits. Things were changing very quickly. The eternal struggle between good and evil, between light and darkness was inevitable. Darren gave instructions to prepare for the flight home. His men cleaned their weapons thoroughly and laughed with each other, discussing the mistakes made during the invasion of the villa. Vincent was lying in the hallway with his eyes closed and breathing heavily. After showering and changing into new clean clothes, the monk felt very weak. He was struggling to breathe from the bruises and the stress of his injuries, and his chest was aching with pain, which increased with each weak breath. D
“Ok, ok. I agree that it’s pretty good,” said Jake, tucking into his second steak. They had been in Paris for just over two days, and Megan was in love with the romantic city. She was fascinated by everything around her: the people, the architecture, even the sky seemed different from what she was used to seeing in Cairo. She succumbed to this new fascination and spent the morning arguing with Jake that they should stay longer and see what happens. “We could rent a small and cosy apartment near the Old Town. The prices are not as high as I thought,plus, I think I could easily find a job here.” “Meg, take your time. Yes, we can rent an apartment, but let’s get settled first. We’ve only been here for two days,” said Jake with a mouthful of food. “Great. I’ve already found a few noteworthy rental ads. Later this afternoon, we could look at some apartments not far from here,” Megan said happily. Jake didn’t argue. He liked Megan’s happiness and Paris seemed like a good place to live.
As the day drew to a close, the rain stopped and the thick, dark clouds faded into the distance, like shadows being forcibly chased away. The air was fresh again and nature was coming back to life. It was a little chilly, but the air was slowly warming up again. “I think it’s time for dinner. Katelyn, my child, will you invite Marie to join us?” asked Nathaniel. “Of course,” said Kate, and walked across the courtyard towards the guest house, where Marie was still working, trying to arrange the things she had brought with her. They had all spent the entire day at Thorne’s villa, behind the fence that separated them from the outside world. Nathaniel had been locked in his office for a long time because of urgent business matters. Meanwhile, Kate and Vincent had walked around the fragrant garden, under the cover of a giant umbrella, chatting and leaving the newcomers alone. Vincent spoke clearly and consistently about the power that has been in the diamond for centuries. He thought t