CYRON (Completed)

Chapter 17 -S.

      Gokan was standing on a cliff, overlooking the sea. The air was fast and clean up here. The grass was short and the sound of the sea pounding the hillside below were all relaxing. The Turk was dressed in khaki shorts and a floral pattern flannel shirt. His camera was in his hands and his bag, slung across his body.

Gokan took pictures of the sea and the scenery around him. He was enjoying himself and these pictures would make it onto the pages of a travel magazine he was currently working with. They would have outbid for it against another magazine, but that was their problem, not Gokan's.

"This country is beautiful," the young man said out loud.

"Indeed it is," replied a female voice from behind.

Gokan spun around and saw a girl standing about 10ft from him. She looked about sixteen, or seventeen. She could be younger though. It was hard to tell as she was not the tallest of ladies, standing at just 5ft 2" She was very curvy and her tight black jeans showed off those curves. Dressed in the jeans, a black T-shirt, black sneakers and a pair of black shades with blonde hair, she looked pretty badass.

The girl was interesting, but what unsettled Gokan however were the three big white SUVs parked not too far back, with men in black suits standing by them.

"Hello," said Gokan, forcing a smile.

"Gokan Shakar Topuz," the girl spoke. "Nineteen years old, freelance photographer, currently signed to Bamdon Travel Magazine and The Dam Travel Planners. Turkish citizen, but born in the U.S. You have a taste for travelling and two very beautiful younger sisters back at Ankara."

"Okay, how do you know who I am and what have my sisters got to do with this?" Gokan asked the girl.

"I know everything. As long as you tell me the truth and cooperate, your sisters will continue to have nothing to do with this, but try anything foolish and I will have them flown down here from the Turkey in crates, do I make myself clear?" The girl replied.

Gokan frowned at her now, but after one glance at the big men by the cars, he decided to respect himself.

"Oh, you don't have to look at them," said the girl. "Trust me, I can handle you just fine by myself."

Gokan looked her over again. Her body was fit and it was only now he realized that perhaps that fitness was not from exercises to look hot, but from training to kick ass.

"I'll cooperate," he said immediately.

"I like when they make it easy," the girl said, taking off her glasses and offering them to him.

Gokan looked at the sun shades and he was confused.

"I want you to hold them for me, you yutz!" She snapped, and he quickly took the shades from her.

"Now, take a photo of me with this beautiful background," she said, going past Gokan and standing on the edge of the cliff, her back to the ocean.

Gokan turned around and stared at her with uncertainty. She would make a nice model, but that was if she let him keep the pictures, or even let him leave with his life.

"I'm waiting," she said, striking a pose.

Gokan hung her sunglasses on the front of his shirt and raised his camera. He began taking pictures of the girl.

"So, while you take these pictures, I will ask you questions. I want single answers, am I clear, Turk?" She asked.

"Yes," he replied.

"An artifact was found in South Sudan and unveiled at The Bianca Memorial Museum, Biafra, a few days back. You were there, no?" She asked.

"Yes, I was," Gokan replied, still taking pictures as she kept striking poses.