Author's Note: Again, I don not know the exact distance of flight between
Paris and Geneva. I am basing my flight time on that it take about three
hours to fly to Rome from Paris.
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December 23, 925 AM, Geneva, Switzerland
Sam Clarke paced the length of the floor. He had only arrived about 430 AM this morning, having flown in from Paris late last night. Once, he had received the phone call from the Swiss train station, he had booked the reservations, having found a flight leaving at two in the morning. The flight attendant had sworn all earlier flights had been full. He had deemed argument would have found him nowhere, so he had taken what he could.
It had been arranged that he would meet Frank Reilley in the airport lobby near the baggage claim. But here he was, nearly six hours later, suitcase already collected, and Frank Reilley was nowhere to be found. And, while he had tried calling the older man, he had had no luck. Either the old man's cell phone was turned off, or he was simply not answering. Sam decided not to worry. In the meantime, he bought himself a large paper cup of coffee, a cranberry nut muffin and a Swiss newspaper, and managed to pass the time with the reading and people watching. He thought it to be such a shame that most the other tourists and natives had no idea were not more well informed to the world politics.
Perhaps Don Salzer's widow had made a mistake when she had not revealed the secret of the Immortal race. But then again, Sam did also feel James Horton was a good leader, and right in his quest to behead all Immortals. So, perhaps he was not one to talk.
"Sorry, Sam," finally came a familiar voice to Sam's left. "Traffic is more congested than normal. Everyone's leaving for the Christmas holiday."
"Fine. But you have the car secured? I want no delays for when I prepare to set my plan forward." Sam turned, something akin to a smile on his face. He was going to make nice, as he had long ago determined that angering the contacts was not something he wanted. Especially when it came to contacts like Frank Reilley.
"It is waiting about five miles from here. You have it for a week. Hotel reservations are booked here in Geneva. Thought you might want to get some sleep before you drive anywhere. And, the hotel closer to your destination is booked as well, starting for tomorrow night."
"Perfect. Thank you, Reilley."
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He slept for a total of five hours. And after feeding his body too, he started the drive to where he wanted to be. He was alone, just he and the open road. He would hopefully be there in time for dinner.
December 23, 925 AM, Geneva, Switzerland
Sam Clarke paced the length of the floor. He had only arrived about 430 AM this morning, having flown in from Paris late last night. Once, he had received the phone call from the Swiss train station, he had booked the reservations, having found a flight leaving at two in the morning. The flight attendant had sworn all earlier flights had been full. He had deemed argument would have found him nowhere, so he had taken what he could.
It had been arranged that he would meet Frank Reilley in the airport lobby near the baggage claim. But here he was, nearly six hours later, suitcase already collected, and Frank Reilley was nowhere to be found. And, while he had tried calling the older man, he had had no luck. Either the old man's cell phone was turned off, or he was simply not answering. Sam decided not to worry. In the meantime, he bought himself a large paper cup of coffee, a cranberry nut muffin and a Swiss newspaper, and managed to pass the time with the reading and people watching. He thought it to be such a shame that most the other tourists and natives had no idea were not more well informed to the world politics.
Perhaps Don Salzer's widow had made a mistake when she had not revealed the secret of the Immortal race. But then again, Sam did also feel James Horton was a good leader, and right in his quest to behead all Immortals. So, perhaps he was not one to talk.
"Sorry, Sam," finally came a familiar voice to Sam's left. "Traffic is more congested than normal. Everyone's leaving for the Christmas holiday."
"Fine. But you have the car secured? I want no delays for when I prepare to set my plan forward." Sam turned, something akin to a smile on his face. He was going to make nice, as he had long ago determined that angering the contacts was not something he wanted. Especially when it came to contacts like Frank Reilley.
"It is waiting about five miles from here. You have it for a week. Hotel reservations are booked here in Geneva. Thought you might want to get some sleep before you drive anywhere. And, the hotel closer to your destination is booked as well, starting for tomorrow night."
"Perfect. Thank you, Reilley."
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He slept for a total of five hours. And after feeding his body too, he started the drive to where he wanted to be. He was alone, just he and the open road. He would hopefully be there in time for dinner.