"Dr Pete, we are close to landing. I request you to fasten your seat belt" he jumped at the voice that filled the cabin. After he recieved Ms Parker's number on his mobile, he had waited for an hour before he mustered courage to call. She had been polite but had a mysterious note in her voice. He couldn't trace the accent she spoke in. She had told him, Dr. Micheal Scholl wanted to meet him as early as possible. Dr. Micheal had been Pete's mentor and guide when he had shifted to academics. He had been a father figure who knew his past. Hearing his name was enough for Pete to follow the instructions that were given to him. She had told, that a private jet was arranged for him to travel to where he was and that he needed to board it in next half hour.

Through out the journey he wondered why, out of the blue, Dr.Micheal wanted to meet him. Something unsusual or unexpected was to happen, he could sense.That thought made his heart thunder in his chest. He fastened the seat belt as requested and waited to for the plane to land.

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"Hey beautiful, why don't you join me for a drink?" Mike asked the stewardess as she kept looking at him from the corner of her eye. She blushed" Oh! No sir, I should'nt. I am on duty." she said sincerely." Come on! I don't have company. I won't tell anyone.Just a small drink" he urged winking at her. And like that he used his charm to woo yet another girl into his arms.

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Association for National Security,
Head Quaters,
Scotland

"Did they arrive?" he asked with a voice that reflected the urgency of the situation yet there seemed a coolness in the way he uttered the words. " Dr.Pete has arrived sir, he is on his way here. Mike would be arriving any time soon" replied Richard to his boss. In reply, he received just a nod. He observed the man who sat in front of him.The creases on his forehead looked like they have been plastered there for like ever. The deep eyes did not seem to reveal any of his thoughts or emotions, that is if he had any. His beard was well maintained by God knows who. His tuxedo revealed the body that was once very well attended to. His hair, like his beard had the salt and pepper appearance. Over all for a man of 70, he looked quite well maintained. But since the last few days, his usual smile was replaced by an unusual calmness. It had something eerie about it, that tempted Richard to ask him what the matter was. But he kept quiet. All he understood was, there was something wrong, something very wrong happening. It had to be a major issue and he would like to wait for his turn to know what it was. " Sir,may I leave?" he asked standing up. " Yes. Get back to me when the two of them are here" he said maintaing his calm.Richard nodded and left.

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" Did you do it as I instructed", asked a stern voice. " Your job is done. How I did it is none of your business. I will expect my money to be transfered by afternoon" he replied with his usual cool. " I will give you an advance. You still have a lot to do. Don't forget that" said the voice. It agitated him, when anyone tried to command him. " You don't tell me what I have to do. Just provide me with what I need" he hissed. " O-ok." the voice shivered, he slammed the phone. He dropped the robe covering his body, his body was a mace of tattoes in all possible languages. Then there were symbols that one couldn't decipher. He stood 7ft tall, he flexed revealing the hard work behind the muscles that had developed. There was not a single strand of hair on his body. This aspect made him look like a ghost. He looked into the mirror and smiled satisfied at what he saw. He slipped to the bath room and into the bath tub, his movements resembling a slithering snake. The water was exceptionally hot, but he liked it that way. He was feeling a desire,one of its kind, building in his body and the mind sent that signal to his organ. He laughed feverishly at what he would be doing today. He quickly reached the phone and made a call.

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To be continued...