Following the Bread Crumbs
Pop! Sssswooooo. Pop! Sssswooooo. Pop! Sigh.
Kat looked up from the file opened before her and glared at the tiny woman sitting cross-legged and working a soduku puzzle. The woman did not look up, but shifted in her seat, moved her head and looked determinedly at her little book. It was not in her nature to let such things annoy her, but for some reason, this woman was getting on her nerves.
Kat did not own a plane, and so rented private jets to take her where she needed to go, and each jet came with its own attendant and pilot(s.) This girl....oh what was her name, Kat shrugged not really caring, didn't seem to like Kat all that much. "You know, passive aggressive attempts at correcting behavior will only get you killed."
Her English, while heavily accented was flawless, her French was not and since she was being menacing and knew the woman spoke both, she'd used English. The woman...oh right Jackie, finally looked up from her book and glared at Kat. Grinning, an evil, mad sort of grin, Kat returned her own eyes back to the reports, and went back to popping her, third of the flight, piece of gum.
It was not information she really needed to review, as she'd written it all her self and had read it many times over, but one could never be to familiar with one's work. The legends of La Maldición del PrÃÂncipe were fascinating and she had enjoyed the fleshing out of the mystery given to her.
She felt a bit like Nancy Drew as she worked to fit clues together and follow their trails. Kat had been following the leads, clues, and misdirections of the La Maldición del PrÃÂncipe for nearly two full years. At the moment she was largely financing herself, pulling odd side jobs when her funds ran lower than she cared for, or asking her patron for the rare small stipend. In fact such a request funded the plane she was on at the moment.
A soft laugh escaped her as she read over her accounting of the months she spent in Bordeaux traipsing about in World War II ruins, as a particular accounting of the stone had suggested it had been stolen during the war and hidden among a cache of art in a particular building. The building that had been described, was similar to the architecture of the region, so off she'd gone. While there, she'd received another accounting, and it was that that lead her to America and more specifically to Nachton.
Finally the wheels of the plane touched the tarmac. Kat closed her folder, jammed it into a slim black back pack, took a final drink from the vodka martini that had been at her elbow the entire flight, and stood. As soon as the door was down she was off the plane. Taking her bag from the man with large headphones, she headed inside and picked up the keys to her rental car, a small black sporty thing, and headed out into the night, using the GPS to find her way to the address drilled into her by Peter.
((All done lock up please))