Two Hours Later, Isolated Island.
A man stood by the tall glass windows of his remote cliffside mansion, his sharp eyes fixed on the pale sky above the sea. The light outside had begun to shift-the last rays of afternoon slipping behind heavy clouds-but he stood motionless, hands in his pockets, a faint, unreadable smile tugging at his lips.
It had been two hours since the message had come through. The 'package' had been secured. No complications. No problems. Just as he had ordered.
And now, he waited. For his package. He had thought about this moment for a long time. Not obsessively—he was far too disciplined for that. But thoroughly. It had taken him so long to bring her back... His lips lifted as he heard the sound of the approaching helicopter and he walked away from the window, towards his roof. He could hardly wait anymore.
He climbed the narrow staircase to the rooftop, his pace unhurried while the roar of the approaching helicopter grew louder with every step.
