Paragon

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Quinn stared out at the seas of the north Caribbean as we began the descent.

I hadn't visited this part of the world since the Cold War. Perhaps much had changed, or perhaps it had not at all. It remained beautiful regardless.

"So, Colombia. Give me some background here, immortal." Quinn murmured, tilting her head between the aisle to cast me a look that was still half asleep. Her hair was chaos but the best kind.

I hadn't even mentioned a word of the fact that there was an immortal over a thousand years old on this aircraft. That conversation wasn't necessary yet. Getting her onto solid ground was. Not to mention my agreement to begin work for Paragon again in the near future–but that was for another time. I wanted my days with her as much as possible for now.

I flagged down an attendant and ordered an espresso. Once I had the cup in hand I politely smiled off the woman before slipping it into Quinn's hand ahead of me and nodding towards the aqua blue tropical waters beyond.

"Well, it has the second highest level of biodiversity on the planet–"

"I meant the culture, Fletcher." She deadpanned, taking a sip. "You can tell me all about the plant life later..."

I grinned, scanning the side of her face and leant forward until I could lean beside her seat as she watched the aircraft near Bogotá capital.

"The language is Spanish. The population is fifty million. They have some of the finest fruit in the world and enjoy empanadas."

She resisted a laugh at my break down.

"What are those?"

"Similar to the English pasty but deep fried."

She scrunched up her nose.

"I'll stick to the fruit."

"Yes, you always find the most creative ways of eating it..." I muttered, leaning back in my seat.

Quinn only took that moment to turn back and lean over her own with a devilish grin. She was soon reprimanded however and told to remain in her seat for landing. I chuckled and watched the rich blue seas rush towards us. Then the spiralling sprawls of kilometres worth of rainforest beyond. Even an immortal could lose themselves in this land. Entirely off the grid.

Our captain declared the scorching temperatures calmly and local morning time. Quinn yawned ahead of me and I smirked.

I'd situate us somewhere remote enough but within walking distance of the beach. She didn't know I had access to Paragon funds once more and would be pleasantly surprised... As if I would allow her to fund this escape either way.

When the aircraft touched the tarmac I pulled out my burn phone and started making arrangements. In the space it took us to taxi the runway I had a five star villa in the outlands booked and a car ready to be picked up from the airport. Immortal contacts really did make it too easy.

The seatbelt sign flashed and the cabin filled with the conversation and excitement of landing.

Quinn was already out of her seat with her bag over her shoulder. I eyed her as she flicked sunglasses over her eyes and appraised me.

"In a hurry are we?" I drawled.

She gave me a pointed look and scanned the aisles. "With certain cold blooded immortals searching the planet for us I would think you'd be a bit more on edge..."

I gave her an easy smile before dipping forward and kissing her head. Her pulse sang loudly before she regained herself and nodded towards the exit. I pulled the bag off her shoulder and enjoyed the protest before plucking my own bag out and throwing it over me.