Taking Flight Part 1
Carter Hall flew down the highway in his newest car, a luxuriant sports car paid for by a recent find. He worked as an archeologist, selling pieces to museums, private collectors, and keeping some for his very own collection. He was going a hundred and two in a sixty-five, but it seemed the contract he had just made with the Agency had its perks.
He wasn’t exactly sure who the Agency was, but he knew they were very connected, very powerful, and that none of their interests seemed connected. Talking to his coworkers, it seemed they were researching weapons tech, aerodynamics, botany, zoology, his own work in archeology, and some very, very strange new energy sources. It was all very hush-hush though, and he had to sign non-disclosure agreement. He didn’t mind though, as they pay was incredible, and all they did was direct him to some fascinating sites, most of which were completely undisturbed.
When he arrived at his office, his secretary told him there was someone waiting for him in his room. When he went in, there were three men. Two were obviously security, both well over 6 feet and about as wide. The smaller man was much more intimidating however. He had an average build, but something about him seemed off, as if he was slightly out of focus in a camera, and it seemed like he was surrounded by a slight distortion, like heat on black pavement. No matter how hard Carter tried to make out his features, he couldn’t seem to grasp the man in his mind. Deciding it was just his eyes and mind playing tricks on him Carter sat down and introduced himself.
“Hello, Mr. Hall. I’m a great advocate of your work, and am very pleased with your successes for the Agency,” said the man.
“Thank you, but may I ask, who exactly are you?” asked Carter.
“I am a representative of the man at the top of the Agency, but you may call me Mr. Gray. I have a very important task for you, which you must carry out immediately.”
“Go on…” said Carter, becoming more intrigued by the moment.
“We’re going to fly you to a dig in Africa, but it must be dealt with with the upmost secrecy, as it is….fresh.”
“FRESH?! What do you mean? I’m an archeologist, not a crime scene investigator! What are getting me in to?
“Trust me; your skills are needed at this dig. But… if you decide to opt out, you are certainly replaceable,” whispered Mr. Gray, the words carrying incredible weight and threat. “You leave tomorrow morning. Don’t be late.”
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