The Reunion
Earth - The Republic of Ireland - 2013, Tuesday
The Cast
Gordon, Stevos,
Gordon gingerly raised the sphere off the ground, using only thrusters. He was the reserve pilot for his Life Team but hadn’t had any flight time since their arrival on Earth. Even before that, Peter would rarely give up the helm.
To avoid detection, he kept the vessel within a few feet of the ground, ramping up the speed as his confidence grew. The route he plotted to Ireland would give the African locals a fantastic view of this exotic mode of transport.
At his shoulder, Stevos was fussing about and helping where she could. ‘Can we make contact with Prime yet?’ she asked him.
‘Not advisable, Madame.’ Gordon couldn’t bring himself to be any less formal with this legendary Life Team Leader. ‘You may need to wait until you are in telepathic range.’
‘Understood.’
‘Any improvement in Princess Tauriar’s condition?’ he asked, knowing it had been precious little time since he had placed her on the recovery bed.
‘None,’ Stevos replied. ‘Hondry will inform me of any changes.’
They had his security chief and friend William in stasis. His life was in the balance but suspended until James would be able to assess him. Gordon hoped he would be at the Hall and not in Cork. He could not park the sphere outside of the busy city residence.
Stevos, looking at the landmass flashing by below them, said, ‘What are the chances of the Trun picking us up?’
‘If we stay this low, with shields on, we should avoid detection,’ Gordon replied. ‘It’s when we move higher. That’s when they can find us.’
Two hours later they were over the south coast of Ireland. Stevos was concentrating hard, apparently now close enough to be in contact with Prime. Gordon was still just feet above the ground and had slowed down to less than one hundred miles per hour. The sight of the sphere gave the locals of Ireland a visual treat. If the last few days or so hadn’t quite convinced the population of Earth of the existence of extra-terrestrial beings, he was indeed reinforcing that fact now. He smiled to himself at the frenzy there would be on social media in the next few hours.
Stevos had finished with his leader. ‘Prime wants us to head for Harewood Hall, your country residence, I think he called it.’
‘Yes, Madame.’
‘Does sound a lot nicer than our rudimentary, unfurnished monastery.’ She looked directly at him for the first time during the journey, and couldn’t hide the hint of a smile.