A Collection Of Feathers

"you know, people say that life can chagne in the blink of an eye...i learned that the hard way.."
seth redder is an ordinary boy, he has friends, a girlfriend, and a monster kitten called spike. at least until he started having the nightmares about his dad..

Mark redder, sent to iraq on a strictly need to know mission, little did he know it would cost him everything he held dear to his heart

with a bond formed and an unusual experiment, seth and his father are now connected through more than just flesh and blood.
can seth uncover the truth under all the lies, or will he fall in the face of advisery...hurry seth..your time is almost up.


11. Time To Talk

The chopper landed at a US military base, about five clicks from where I'd woken up in that cave. Luce was still wrapped up in the blanket. A private jet was waiting for us. A man in a black tailored suit was standing outside of the plane, with a smile about as warm as frozen steel. As we walked toward him, I could feel Luce's tension. Something about this man bugged me, but i couldnt put my finger on it. "Ah, Sgt. Redder, so good to see you, and in one piece" I smiled as pleasantly as one would smile at a rather large spider before killing it. Then his attention turned to Luce. "And what is this? You brought a child?"

"Her name is Luce." She tucked the blanket tighter around herself. The man frowned.

"Hm, well Luce, i'm sure you can enlighten us how you got here on our journey to Paris?" He pronounced it in a french accent, making look like more of a pleb than before, but something was odd. It was as if he had seen Luce before. He turned and got on the plane, I looked at her. "Stick with me, okay?" She nodded dutifully. "Lets go" we clambered up the steps.

The plane was cool, air-conditioned, it felt good to get out of the blistering sun. "There are showers at opposite ends of the plane if you would like to wash, and we'll have food brought during, mid flight, for now, relax" Again he flashed us that cold smile. It freaked me out. I sat down in one of the leather chairs, assessing the situation. We were being taken to Paris. By an unknown source, and an unknown person. Whether he was a friend or not was still to be asitained.  I went to one of the restrooms on the plane before it took off, washing the grime and dirt off my face. I looked at myself in the mirror. I looked the same as i always had. Same black hair, same facial features, same face. But my eyes. My eyes werent the same. they looked wide, filled with knowledge that i couldnt get to,. I glared at myself in the mirror. "I hate it when you look at me like that" I murmmured to myself as i walked away from the mirror.

Luce was sat on on of the leather chairs, her hair had been washed, and was still damp. She sat swinging her legs under the chair, sipping out of a juice box. 'This kid should be in school, not flying to paris' I thought solemnly. I took the seat next to her, smiling at her, with a smile that said, if things go bad, get behind me and close your eyes till the gunfire stops. The man in the tailored suit took a seat opposite us. "So i'd imagine your wondering who i am." 'Well done sherlock' i thought, Luce giggled as if she'd read my mind. "My name is Hank Morris. I work for a company called Feather Corp. You were sent on your last mission on behalf of us." He handed me a card.  "We are a corporation looking into how we can use DNA from particular...animals if you will, to enhance performances in the field." I nodded.

'He's lying' I heard in my head. Wait a sec..in my head? 'Its Luce. Keep looking forward, pretend im not inside your head talking to you. I'd like to tell you how i got here.'

'Okay?' i thought back.

'just listen to me, pretend to listen to him or say your sleepy or something' I nodded, and said

"If you dont mind, I'd like to get some rest." Hank nodded.

"Of course, we'll need you fully rested and ready to go when we arrive." He smiled his icy smile and left us.

'Okay Luce, I'm listening' Or whatever the equivilent to this was.

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