112 France

Hazel stepped of the first ladder of the airplane, the cool French air brushing against her skin. She inhaled deeply and smelled the fresh unpolluted air, a rare smell in Dartford. She lived the countryside but she had a mission to fulfill there . She walked back into the plane to meet Jason, the pilot who had flown them across the Atlantic.

“Thank you, Jason. I can’t tell you how much I appreciate this,” she said, handing him an electronic card. “The details for the rest of your payment are right here. Just follow the instructions.”

Jason took the card, "How do I know that this card will pay me?" Jason asked.

"Seriously man, you're doing business with billionaires and you're asking if you will get paid a couple millions?" Hazel asked with a slight chuckle and Jason nodded nervously.

“No problem,Just keep him safe. That’s all that matters now.” he replied before she left the cockpit.

James stood beside her, clutching a small backpack to his chest. At five years old, he looked so sma