It had gone five to eight the following morning and there was a thick grey overcast sky that covered the whole horizon. Jasmine and Paul sat on the front of a wooden pier as they waited for the boat to take them to the island of Ile D'Yeu. They were both tense and nervous and they could see it in each other.
The La Fayette came into view. On board was the fisherman and he motioned them on and said nothing and ferried them the short distance to the island. The distance to the island was short and it took forty minutes to arrive. The sea was choppy with large waves bouncing off the ships hull. There was no sign of birds or other wildlife. The only sign of life was the chug of the La Fayette's diesel engine.
Waiting for them on the shore line was Tyson. As they both got off Jasmine recognised him from Monaco and the sight of him made her feel disgusted. They saw the single bridge leading to the main entrance of the castle as all three of them headed a few hundred metres to a secret entrance at the base of the rock that supported the castle that towered over them.
Jasmine and Paul said very little to each other. Their minds were intensely focused and they arrived at a small cave on a stony beach located at the base of the castle which soared upwards more than a hundred feet into the air. By the time they arrived it had gone nine o'clock. Tyson looked to them both and he was as nervous as they were, knowing that everything hinged on what they did next over the next two hours. He looked to them coldly and said.
"The meeting has been brought forward to nine thirty. Stay here till ten, then light up your flares and get out."
They both nodded acknowledging what he said and they knew that troops would be on a nearby beach waiting for their signal.
Paul and Jasmine sat and waited at the mouth of the cave as Tyson left. Tyson headed up the stairs and went into the meeting and prepared documents for their meeting. The room was long and thin with high stoned walls with narrow stained glass windows. On one of the walls was armour and antlers high up on the wall. In the middle of the room was a long table that would seat the thirty people expected to arrive and would be here for only a few hours. Tyson knew that this would be their most important meeting and the Brethren would put in place their final plans.
Oliver walked in and looked curiously towards Tyson asking "You've been gone a while."
Tyson was eager to deflect Oliver's attention "I had to go out and sort out some business."
Tyson could see that Oliver was suspicious but he said nothing further. Oliver nodded and moved away.