The plane taxied to the gate and stopped at the small rural Airport near the Rockies. The two-dozen people in the small jet started to stand and look for their possessions. Gradually everyone started making their way to the plane's door and down the stairs to the tarmac. George Rogers walked into the terminal and followed the crowed to where he could pick up his bag.
This was a small town airport and the baggage pickup was on the same level as the terminal. He found a large backpacking bag on belt and picked it up and hoisted on his shoulders; he bent down to pick up his carry on and walked toward the exit.
Waiting on the other side of the security area stood a tall dark man dressed in Jeans and a Polo shirt. He carried a sign with George's name. George's eyes scanned the man and saw a slight red outline of the man. He scanned other people in the lobby and did not see the red outline. He looked again and the man still had the red outline surrounding him. "I think you are looking for me," said George as he walked up to him
George shook the man's hand. "Mr. Rogers? I am Paul Moore; I got your provisions like you asked on the phone. They are in the back of the car. If you will follow me I will show you where I am parked."
Paul Moore worked as an assistant to the realtor and also did odd jobs for his clientele. George sent him a list of items that he would need to move in to the house. George followed Paul to a black Suburban; he put his pack and carryon in the back next to several boxes, and climbed into the passenger seat next to the Driver. George flipped his ring around bringing the jewel to the top.
"That is a nice ring Mr. Rogers. This is mine," said Moore as he put his ring next to George's. The two men were members of an organization, but you needed to have a special gene that allowed them to do special things. Other people would call it magic.
The trait was passed from mother or father to sons or daughters. These people became the shamans and priests of the ancient world. In the Middle Ages they were hunted almost to extinction with burnings and other forms of execution; because of fear. Enough survived and formed a strong society; with rules and laws that members agreed to follow. They integrated in the general population and the world forgot about supernatural powers.
Paul started the car and got out of the parking lot. He turned on a main road and started to leave the small town. A few miles out there was a sign "Welcome to the Colonies" Paul turned in to the entrance and drove through the development. He pulled up to a large three story Victorian styled home.
"You have good view of the lake and a pool in the back," said Paul as he drove up to the front door and stopped the car.
George looked around in the fading light as Paul started pulling the boxes out of the back of the car. "Mr. Bennett asked me to give you these," said Paul handing a set of keys to George.
"Let's get this stuff inside, then you can get home," said George.
Between them they got the boxes in the house in just two trips. Paul was about to turn the lights on but George asked not to. "I want to be quiet about my coming here. I will check things out tomorrow," said George.
The fridge was working and George started to load food in it. Paul brought the last of the boxes in and left his number on the counter. "Call me if you need anything Mr. Rogers. Our mutual friends told me about you," said Paul as he walked back to his car.
"I guess that I can't get away from the Society," said George.
"They have a way of keeping tabs on members," said Paul.
George watched him drive away and he locked the door. He grabbed his carryon and pack and climbed the stairs to the third floor. George was glad that he was able to rent a fully furnished house. He found the bedroom and noticed a bare mattress on a bed frame. He reached in to his pack and pulled a medium sized bag and opened the drawstrings. He pulled a sleeping bag out of the bag and laid it out on the bed. With a flashlight he explored the room and found the entrance to the bathroom. He entered the room, and moved the light around. The bathroom was about the same size as the bedroom. He found the toilet, walk-in shower, a large tub and three sinks. Back in the bedroom he found a sliding door that led to a deck with a good view of the lake.
George grabbed his carryon containing his computer and descended the stairs. He placed the case on a counter and started to look in the boxes and found a bottle of scotch. In another box were some glasses and he poured a measure of the brown liquid into the glass. He pulled the computer out of the case and opened it up. Surprisingly the computer found an open WiFi signal and was able to get his email. There was nothing but ads but he wrote a message to Jennifer West his accountant letting her know where he was.
Suddenly there was a bright light dancing around his head. The light dissolved and a small piece of paper settled on the counter next to his computer. "Go down to the basement and touch the west wall." As suddenly as it appeared the paper vanished.
He closed the lid and found his power supply and plugged one end in the wall and the other in the computer and let it charge. He found the stairs leading to the basement and using the flashlight he descended the stairs and swung the flashlight around the room. He walked to the west wall and placed his hands on the paneling and he was suddenly in a conference room. Two older men and a woman were seated at the table and they motioned for him to sit.
"We had you in San Francisco Mr. Rogers your arrival in Colorado is unexpected," said the man running the meeting.
"Talk to my partners who insisted that I sell them Big Bear," replied George.
"Why did you move to Colorado?" asked the other man.
"I needed a change and found this house on the Internet, and the last time I checked I did not need your permission to move," replied George.
"We may have need to call on your services George; don't be surprised if we signal you again," said the chair.
The room began to dematerialize and George found himself back in the kitchen standing near his computer. "I do not need the society calling on me now," he said to himself. George retraced his steps to the third floor and decided to go to bed. He shed his clothing to the briefs and unzipped the sleeping bag, and climbed in. Paul secured some sheets for him; he would make the bed in the morning.
George woke up as the sun was rising over the lake; the windows in the bedroom looked almost due east. He unzipped the sleeping bag and stood up. He grabbed his pants and shirt putting both on and descended the stairs all the way to the basement. Using his flashlight again, he inspected the electrical panel and flipped the breakers on. On one side of the room there was a closet He hadn't noticed last night. On further inspection the closet turned into an Elevator. George rode the car up to the first floor to see where it landed; he did that for floors two and three. He went back to the first floor to get breakfast. He sat at a table that had a view of the pool.
Something caught his eye; a woman about his age was walking toward the pool coming from over the hill. She opened the gate and walked in. She found one of the lounges and quickly pulled off The T-shirt and the top and bottom of her two-piece bathing suit. She took a quick plunge and swam a lap and then got out and lay in the sun. George was sitting in a dark room and the glare on the glass kept him hidden. George studied the woman; she was the classic Nordic beauty, blond hair with a hint of brown. Well-endowed breasts that she seemed to enjoy showing off; well cropped pussy hair and an ass that was tight. Figuring that she had a good reason to be there he decided to leave her alone for now.
George finished what he was eating, and decided to continue his exploration of the house. There was a door that led to an area between the house and the garage. He walked toward the pool. The woman did not notice his approach; he silently dropped his pants and pulled off his shirt. He slipped into the water and swam toward the lounge the woman was occupying. She was very cool and did not move at his approach.
"In my bag I have a nine millimeter and shooting you would be a mess so don't try anything," said the woman.
"Well I was just going to talk but if you put it that way I could ask you to leave," responded George.
"I have Patty Weldon's permission to use the pool," said the woman
"I've met Ms. Weldon I am leasing the house from her family."
"Do you want me to leave," said the woman.
"No I like the view," said George
"I never thought I would have a pervert as a neighbor. Let's get on a name basis, I'm Samantha Pierce, every one calls me Sam," said Pierce.
George hoisted himself out of the pool and stood in front of Samantha, "I'm George Rogers, I am glad to meet you." George did a double take when he noticed color bordering the woman. It was just like Paul Moore. What were the chances that there were two other members of the society?
Samantha extended her hand and George gave it a firm handshake. He inspected the ring she was wearing. George brought his ring next to hers. "I guess we have something in common Ms. Pierce."
"I am noticing your halo now. Should I shake the member between your legs George?"
"Only if you want to," said George.
Samantha got up and started to apply her bathing suit and George went over to where his clothes were stacked and pulled on his pants and shirt. He walked over just as Samantha was pulling on the T-shirt. He looked in the bag and saw the familiar shape of a Berretta in the bottom of her bag.
"You weren't kidding you do carry," said George.
"Almost everywhere I go it goes," replied Samantha.
"It might be a little early but I have a good scotch in the kitchen and it would be a pleasure to share a glass," Said George.
"I know the house I can show you the wine cellar, we can see if they left anything good," said Samantha.
She walked toward the patio door like she owned the place and George followed her.
"Elevator working?" asked Samantha
"Yes I rode it this morning," replied George.
She hit the button to call the car to the first floor and got in when the door opened. George followed and they rode to the car down to the basement.
"You may have been down here but unless you know where to push you will never find the wine room. She went to the wall next to the electrical box and pressed and a door swung open. A bare bulb flicked on and illuminated the room with floor to celling wine racks. Some were empty but Samantha went over to a wine fridge opened the door and pulled out a bottle of champagne.
"This will be better, I like scotch but at either 6 o'clock or 9 o'clock in the evening" said Samantha.
