Chapter 9
The spaceship landed in Paris. Well, it didn’t quite land, it hovered at quite a height and reflected the city below.
“The ships are all reflective to counter laser attacks,” Lorenzo explained, giddy like a child.
Guillermo grunted in agreement. He didn’t really care for that. His worry was about the big meeting. Joaquin had taught him that the first time you meet your charge is very important. But in this case, it was an alien.
Sure, she was pretty and young and… Well, she was red. But she was just a rich girl, just like the rest. That was Joaquin’s advice. Guillermo had the nagging feeling that his mentor was as befuddled about this as anyone.
He couldn’t blame the man. What can you possibly teach someone about this scenario?
The spaceship came down slowly on the helipad.
