“Miss”….Miss, you ok?” The Raven haired woman opened her eyes, nothing but mounds and mounds of snow covered her vision, and however she knew where she was. Turning back she could see the results of the air line crash. “Where’s the rest of the crew” she asked worried. “They died on impact ma’am”. Nothing but sorrow befell her however; tears were not permitted to fall thanks to the sting of Jack Frost’s kiss. She lay propped in the snow, up against what looked like a piece of the air plane, her back in pain and her legs were sore. A light that was quickly flickering waved back and forth over her head; she groaned a bit and placed her hands over her head.
As the man wrapped her in a warm blanket, she moaned again this time looking down to see that she had been bleeding and someone had robbed her. She couldn’t stay awake long enough to see what happened next, however she did feel herself begin lifted from the ground.
Awakening in a small wooden cabin she looked up to see an older Indian woman with a wet cloth. “Oh hello” she said a bit taken back, however the woman started to speak in a foreign language, which totally through her off. She saw her best assistant enter with a map. “Inzo, what’s the matter” she said groaning a bit as she slid into a right angle with the bed.
“Look whose here” Glancing up from the bed, Talia eyes on a man from her past. “Charles Dean” she whispered. “Please it’s just Dean” she folded her hands and turned her nose. “What are you doing here?”
She said trying to be as dismissive as possible. He removed his hat and trench coat. “Darius has the map of Tanoby” Talia turned around with a look of frustration glued to her brow. Swallowing her disbelief she continued. “That still doesn’t tell what you’re doing here?”
“Do you remember that general that was indicted for murder” Talia thought for a few and then replied. “You mean General Robert Tate?” Dean shook his head, “Well Darius is working for him, and he’s looking for the Relic Stone”
Talia placed her finger on her lips trying to recall what that stone is. “What is that again?” Dean pulled a piece of paper out that had the stone placed in the middle. “It’s the stone that the Prophet Elijah left, when he was swept up to heaven.”
This jogged Talia’s memory, “It’s supposed to give you some sort of foresight” Dean shook his head. “If you have any information about where it could be, it’d be helpful.” Talia shook her head; she knew nothing about the stone.
“Damn, thanks hun you feel better now….” Walking away from the bed, he put on his trench coat, the long legged busty woman rose from her bed.
“I’m going with you!” she said still slightly hurt. “I’m not taking no for an answer, let’s head for Jerusalem.
“If you say so dear….” He said as they both exited.
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