There was a misty morning in the city of Florence as the six o'clock plane from London Heathrow had landed. It had gone ten in the morning when the plane landed.
Paul got off the plane and he looked around unsure of who was meeting him and walked a short distance down the gangway. As he walked he saw people holding signs with peoples names on them. As he continued to walk he saw lovers in the distance embracing and people waving.
A middle aged woman with white hair, stocky build, wearing black trousers and a green jumper approached the barriers near to where Paul stood. Paul noticed her and he observed that she was smartly dressed.
The lady spoke with an English accent and was something that Paul wasn't expecting "Mr Spencer?"
Paul looked to her and he said "That's me."
The lady smiled at Paul and shook his hand "My name is Kim Sutton, but you can call me Kimmy."
They walked to the entrance of the airport as numerous taxis lined the road outside as people came and went out of the entrance. A black Lancia Delta was waiting for them. Kimmy got into the drivers side.
Kimmy shook his hands and laughingly said "Welcome to the resistance."
Paul was amused "Resistance?"
Kimmy smiled and drove out of the airport towards Livorno "Theirs a lot you don't know Mr Spencer."
Paul was intrigued "Call me Paul. What do you mean theirs a lot I don't know?"
Kimmy's voice turned serious as she drove on as they cleared planes the Florence into the Italian countryside "We have suffered a defeat, but their are more of us alive than the Brethren know."