Focal Point

The Other Seven

 

        Avalon stepped off the plane blinking in the bright sun of Canada. She had never been to North America or anywhere out of India since before she could remember.  But she got the call and she couldn’t turn it down. This was her biggest assignment yet and the most important. She pulled the wrap of her sari around her mouth and adjusted the material at her scalp. She shivered, not from the cold, but from slight nervousness. If anyone had asked her where she was headed, she would have said she was visiting her sister in Quebec, though, that would have been a lie. And if anyone would have asked and looked father than her pretty face they would have seen her luggage didn’t have the usual items for a 3 week stay with your very pregnant sister.

        Avalon was good at what she did. But what she didn’t know was that her assignment had already started.

 

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                Ryker watched her in awe. She was more beautiful than they had told him, probably a good thing; he would have stressed about the trip that much more. He wasn’t very good with beautiful women, he tended to freeze up and just stare. The people who didn’t know him thought it was just part of his cover, granted, half of it was. Women, he found, liked a shy man.

                He watched her get up and reach for her overhead compartment and pull out her carry on. As he did the same he took a quick glance around the plane noticing how many of the mostly male occupants were staring at her too.  He chuckled to himself. She was beautiful.

                He started to walk up the aisle and stopped behind a couple that was having a hard time finding all their belongings.  He looked up and made the face that said, “I’m impatient, but I’ll wait” at the flight attendant. She made a I’m-sorry-smile at him and he just shrugged his shoulders. He had to at least pretend everything wasn’t part of the ruse.

                The lady in front of him finally pulled her bag up and at the same time a young man bumped her arm and the bag went flying, losing makeup and cell phones, pens coins, everything you would expect to find in a woman’s purse.

                “Good Grief!” the woman cried.

                The man who bumped her shook his blonde curly hair from his eyes and offered his apology.

                At the same moment that that was happening, Ryker knelt down to help the husband pick up his wife’s things and Ryker slipped a small flash drive under the 3rd rows first seat.  He offered a few make up items and stood up and slipped by the woman still obviously mad at the poor man who bumped her.  He made his way off the plane, still keeping the beautiful woman in his sights. He watched as she adjusted her sari and made her way out. Ryker smiled and followed slightly behind her.

 

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                Zora and Griffin finished picking up all of Zora’s make-up and put her stuff away and started to make their way down the plane.  They were told that they would receive orders for their mission while they were on the plane, but they never spoke to anyone, or saw anyone that looked like they could give them information. Zora reached for her husband’s hand and stepped slowly off the plane to the warm sun of Québec.  They got their luggage and made their way to the taxi. They told the taxi driver the address to the hotel that reservations had been made for them.