Not even time to finish up the coffee, filling the coffee maker, and the phone rang, Gabe calling order of reality. He reached his hand casually on the table, feeling in search of the cell, while the last shreds of the dream slipped away behind half-closed eyelids.
- Hello? - He said, his voice thick of 7:00 in the morning.
- Still at home? - Said, her voice low and firm, exploding from Nokia, which Gabe instinctively away from the ear. How could he always be so strong at that time, the Head, was one of those questions that probably would never have been answered.
- What are you, Steve?
- Move to charge the Nikon and go to this address ...
- Wait ... where the fuck ... - Gabe murmured, rising from his chair and looking for a piece of paper and a pen, he found, finally, to their assigned seat, green on the dresser in front of the refrigerator.
- Tell me Steve ... - Shooting back down, placing the sheet on the thigh, waiting for the Chief gave him the address.
- Gabe - Steve said with a serious tone, once given to his photographer trust, and longtime friend, all the necessary information - it's a bad story. Get ready ...
Gabe is moistened his lips with his tongue, already anticipating the first of two morning coffee, cigarettes and related to follow - I'm not a pelomoscio, Chief. I would say that I've seen in my career, no?
- Not so, Gabe, believe me.
- will put the glasses alone, Steve, do not worry about me - ended the photographer, closing the conversation.
While pouring black coffee into a cup of hot glass, mentally prepared a list of things to take: the Nikon, at least five rolls of 24 shots, the flash, even outdoors because they can serve, cigarettes and two bottles of water. Provided would remain off until the evening, and did not know if he had time to search for a supermarket. After work for Steve, would begin one for the other end. He knows everything but does not say anything, because things have to go freely on their payment. A truth that an Angel learns to accept now, especially in a mission, as Gabriel.
As he lit the first cigarette, closed his eyes, and every atom of his being was split in matter and energy. The subject sat on a chair, smoking Marlboro slowly, energy flew up to a cloud that looked like a rock, where his Angel un'Ondina greeted with a smile of rainbow.
Grace confirming an appointment
The news came from various parts of the universe ocean were not encouraging. They were bad, to be honest. Grace ran 17 pages on the screen "at his right hand, while responded to dozens of emails that thronged to the left, smaller, but higher resolution. Every now and then pulling back the trunk, leaning on the backrest of the chair, drumming his fingers on his lips, and a concentrated expression of the slightly worried frown well appointed, bright green eyes darkening.
- Chief? - The metallic voice intercom shook her from her thoughts. She reached out to receive the statement.
- Yes, Frances, what's up? - He asked, staring at the screens that shone in front of her.
- He called Devereaux. He wants to know if it can confirm the appointment.
Grace rose from her chair, crossing the short space that separated his desk from the wall to the left, occupied by a large world map. At different points of the oceans of small circles were marked in pencil, and Grace walked them along with the index finger an imaginary path that connects them.
- Chief? - A new intercom. Grace turned her head to the desk, lit by flickering screens. He liked to keep his office in the shade during the summer, and very fresh. The only light source was the monitor on your desk, and clear lines drawn on the floor by the reflection of Sun through the blinds half-closed, moving as the day progressed. At that time, 9.00 am, occupied the part facing the desk of mahogany and aluminum, the door that opened onto a small bathroom near the entrance.
- Yes, Frances, confirms the appointment. Tomorrow at 4 pm, Sydney time.
- Good.
clik The intercom sounded off that was metal in the silence of the office. Grace went back to study the map of the planet. Several magnetic anomalies that were causing a small ecological disaster, escaped the public eye for now, just for its relocation, and the limited extent of the areas interesting. But in those areas all life had been destroyed. Devereaux's group was doing advanced research in the area formed in the South Pacific. Tomorrow she would have viewed the results. And then he warned his people, who lived in the depths underwater.
He returned to sit in the chair, closed his eyes, and very soon was on the rocks, which looked like a cloud, where the angel who possessed his heart, smiled and saluted. Smiled in turn, and stroking his hair as he sat next to him and took his hand.
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