When they landed in Ulster Sara continued the pretense of not knowing Ian. She knew he would be where ever she went. She checked into a hotel near the airport and settled in to get over jet lag.
After Sara went to her room Ian checked in and went to his. Time to check in with Irons.
"Ian what is she doing? Ireland of all places! Her life is in danger. You know what I mean. " Ian knew exactly what Irons meant. He knew of forces in Ireland that would want to capture the Witchblade, with or without the wielder. "You must never let her out of your sight. You know what to do if she gets killed."
"Yes, her body must be frozen within an hour."
"Right, now that she's passed the Periculum she is too valuable to lose. I don't have 30 years to replace her. A jet is on the way. You may need to bring her back without going through customs. If you can drug her or restrain her somehow the plane will be waiting at the airport. "
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The next morning Sara made a couple of calls and went to breakfast. Ian came in shortly after her. She waved him over. "Sit, join me. I'd rather have you in front of me than breathing down my neck." She handed him a piece of hotel note paper. On it was written:
Itinerary
Morning - Visit John's grave
Afternoon - Visit John's mother
Shop
Dinner
Tomorrow
Shop?
Sightsee?
"I thought I'd save you some trouble."
Looking at the list Ian stated "It does not say when you are returning".
"I think I'll see just how mad Dante can get before he has a stroke or fires me. While I'm here I might as well see what the motherland is like."
They ate in silence and then Sara stood. "Well, I'm off. I suppose Irons can pick up the tab." She smiled. "Be sure to leave a generous tip." Then she left.
Sara rented a car and drove to the cemetery where John Patrick rested. Ian followed.
It took a while to find the cemetery. When Sara had gotten up that morning she was prepared for this, determined to follow through. Now as she got closer her resolve wasn't standing up to the harsh reality.
Out there in the cemetery was a headstone and a grave. Fresh. Five days ago John was alive and now he was stuck in the ground, gone.
Geez, not another grave to attend, mourn. It hurt, it just hurt.
After Sara went to her room Ian checked in and went to his. Time to check in with Irons.
"Ian what is she doing? Ireland of all places! Her life is in danger. You know what I mean. " Ian knew exactly what Irons meant. He knew of forces in Ireland that would want to capture the Witchblade, with or without the wielder. "You must never let her out of your sight. You know what to do if she gets killed."
"Yes, her body must be frozen within an hour."
"Right, now that she's passed the Periculum she is too valuable to lose. I don't have 30 years to replace her. A jet is on the way. You may need to bring her back without going through customs. If you can drug her or restrain her somehow the plane will be waiting at the airport. "
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The next morning Sara made a couple of calls and went to breakfast. Ian came in shortly after her. She waved him over. "Sit, join me. I'd rather have you in front of me than breathing down my neck." She handed him a piece of hotel note paper. On it was written:
Itinerary
Morning - Visit John's grave
Afternoon - Visit John's mother
Shop
Dinner
Tomorrow
Shop?
Sightsee?
"I thought I'd save you some trouble."
Looking at the list Ian stated "It does not say when you are returning".
"I think I'll see just how mad Dante can get before he has a stroke or fires me. While I'm here I might as well see what the motherland is like."
They ate in silence and then Sara stood. "Well, I'm off. I suppose Irons can pick up the tab." She smiled. "Be sure to leave a generous tip." Then she left.
Sara rented a car and drove to the cemetery where John Patrick rested. Ian followed.
It took a while to find the cemetery. When Sara had gotten up that morning she was prepared for this, determined to follow through. Now as she got closer her resolve wasn't standing up to the harsh reality.
Out there in the cemetery was a headstone and a grave. Fresh. Five days ago John was alive and now he was stuck in the ground, gone.
Geez, not another grave to attend, mourn. It hurt, it just hurt.