Ira
She woke up on a soft bed, in a well furnished room with a low ceiling. It took a while for her to get her bearings as she stared at the grey and white interior.
Oh yes! The jet! Did I just sleep through being carried and placed on the bed? How long have I been asleep? Isn't it only a two hour flight? She got up, tried to smooth her dress and walked towards the door that was closed.
In the adjoining room, Liam sat with the black folder open in front of him, a glass of whiskey swirling in his hands and his eyes staring into nothingness.
“You don’t have to worry, you know. Unless we talk to them, we won’t know what happened!” Ira spoke walking towards him. He did not move.
“Mmm.” He pulled her onto his lap and placed his glass on the table in front of him. “We have started our desce
