Chapter 42

Scotland

The final rays of the afternoon sun spilled through a massive arched window onto the dark oak floor. An old man with gray hair and wrinkles on his face looked out at the green scenery. His mind was preoccupied, engrossed with a mission that few knew about. An antique phone on a massive oak desk rang in the manner of phones decades ago. The old person sitting in the darkness of his study reached over to answer, awoken from his musings.

"Have you started yet? Boy?" His tone was forceful and forthright.

"Yes, sir, everything is as you requested, sir." The person on the other end of the call spoke in thick English.