Margaux called somebody with her phone and told Freya they will have to wait for a while. They waited. And after a few hours, a black Hummer parked in front of the archway of Camp Colossus.
“Did you call a chauffeur of something?” Freya asked as Margaux and she walked towards the Hummer.
“Actually, yes,” Margaux replied as they got in the backseat of the vehicle.
“I didn’t know that you were rich,” Freya said.
“My dad’s a business man,” Margaux explained, “but he’s in Germany right now, doing some business.”
“A business man has lots of business. That’s why they placed the word ‘business’ there. To show how a man is full of business.” Freya said.
Margaux looked at Freya, “I find that poetic, but it has a hint of comedic philosophy.”
Freya shrugged.
The inside of the Hummer was very neat and has leather seats, and the window was tinted darkly, except for the windshield.
“Where will we go, Madam Chevalier?” the chauffeur asked from the driver’s seat.
“To our house,” Margaux said, “and thanks for driving to Camp Colossus in this kind of time.”
“Wait, what? I thought we were going to the airport?” Freya asked quietly.
The chauffeur smiled, “It’s my job to be at your service, madam.”
He stepped on the gas and the Hummer drove away.
***
Margaux’s house was more like a mansion. It had enormous glass windows, large front yard with this large marble fountain at the side, and Freya guessed that the mansion has an even bigger back yard. The mansion has three floors and was a modern styled mansion. The house was painted black and white, which gave the house a classier feel.
The enormous gates with a golden C at the center opened and the Hummer drove across the large front yard to the base of a staircase leading to the black painted French doors.
The chauffer quickly got out of the car and opened the car door beside Margaux. She stepped out of the Hummer while Freya followed.
“Thank you,” Margaux told the chauffeur as she smiled at the lad.
“Thanks,” Freya said.
The chauffeur smiled at the two and bowed.
Margaux and Freya climbed up the stairs, heading towards the front doors. Margaux fished out a set of keys out of her bag and inserted the right key for the door. She twisted the key and pushed the door open.
“Your house is amazing,” Freya awed at the white walls with large paintings hung on it.
“Thanks,” Margaux said.
Freya decided that maybe they stopped by Margaux’s house first because she forgot to bring something, like her passport or some sort, so she just went with the flow.
There was a grand piano at the center of the living room and two curved carpeted staircases at the northern side of the vast room which ascended towards the second floor.
Freya’s eyes turned to look at the black grand piano, “I didn’t know that you know how to play the piano.”
Margaux laughed, “I don’t. And neither does my father, nor my younger brother.”
“Then why’s there a piano?” Freya asked her, glancing at the obviously nurtured piano, judging its shiny black paint.
Margaux shrugged, “For decoration, I guess,” she said, “oh, and speaking of pianos, I heard that you can play it.”
Freya grinned, “Yeah,”
Margaux looked at Freya, “You should visit me sometimes. Or maybe I’ll go to your house.”
Freya shook her head, “My real house is in Scotland. I just go to England when it’s school months to go to boarding school and summer, to go to Camp Colossus.”
Margaux smiled, “That’s no problem at all.”
Freya tilted her head a bit, “You do realize that you have to go to Scotland and use a plane, right?
Margaux showed Freya her set of keys, “There are lots of keys, right?”
Freya nodded. “For a large house, you need lots of keys,”
Margaux grinned, “The keys aren’t just for the house, Freya,”
“My guess is that you have lots of cars, too.” Freya said.
“Well, yes, but that’s not just it.” Margaux said.
Freya raised a brow, “What do you mean?”
Margaux grabbed Freya’s wrist and led her to the rooftop. Margaux inserted a key inside the door’s key hole. She pushed the door open and revealed a large rooftop. The sky was starry that night and the moon was big and bright. The rooftop was big, but the small jet plane parked at the center of it was hard to miss.
“Well that’s something you don’t see every day,” Freya muttered.
Margaux grinned, “Dad bought it last month.”
“I know that having a small jet’s pretty amazing, but why’d you bring me here?” Freya asked Margaux.
“Oh, come on, you’re in Class Minerva. I’m sure you can figure the answer out yourself,”
Freya frowned, “It doesn’t mean that I’m in Class Minerva that I’m—“ Then, the craziest idea hit Freya. “Oh, no,” Freya said, shaking her head, “oh, no, no, no.”
Margaux said that she was going to America, and how do you go to a country which is across the Atlantic Ocean? You use a plane or a boat.
“Relax,” Margaux said, “Dad enrolled me in a piloting school. I know how to drive a jet.”
“What?” Freya exclaimed. She doesn’t know if she should be surprised at the fact that Margaux knows how to drive a jet or the part that they were going to America with a jet plane that’s being driven by a twenty two year old woman. “You’re insane! We can’t just go across the Atlantic Ocean and cross a country’s border!”
“Oh, relax,” Margaux told Freya, “I made the recent documents, informing America that there will be a jet plane that’s about to land in our house in Las Vegas.”
“You have a house in Las Vegas?” Freya asked Margaux.
“Yes,” she said, “But if you don’t want to go with me, it’s fine. I understand.”
Freya’s mind was racing. She has to think of her own safety first, not Margaux’s, but she’s curious too. “What exactly are you going to do in America?” Freya asked instead.
Margaux bit her lower lip. “Freya, I love to tell you, but I really can’t. I know that you have all the reasons in the world to choose to not come with me, so don’t worry. It’s alright if you don’t want to. I’ll just ask the chauffeur to drive you back to Camp Colossus.”
Freya took a deep breath. “Okay. I’ll come with you, but promise me that we’ll be back in Camp Colossus afterwards, and that we won’t get into any trouble in America and when we get back to Camp.”
Margaux smiled as she made a cross over her heart. “Promise,”
“I can’t believe I’m actually doing this,” Freya muttered under her breath.
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Area 51
Science FictionFreya Silverstone has an unusually secretive family. She simply shrugs it off, but when she gets whisked off to a top secret government facility, Freya finds out that her family needs to start explaining things to her. Margaux Chevalier needs to kn...
