Saturday 7th August 1982
CHAPTER 71
Four months had passed since the Brethren were defeated. All across Europe politicians, police and corrupt businesses had been arrested but their were many still on the run.
Paris was being rebuilt and the last of the bodies had been buried but there where many places that where heavily radioactive and could never be resettled.
In Britain the country was still in high spirits after winning the Falklands War. Paul sat on a bench in West Bay Dorset. He looked at the last article he had printed for the Southampton Tribune and he was pleased with it. The article had been a feature going into depth going from Giovanni's death, to Paris and the trial of Isabella Rosinni and the defeat of a two hundred year old organisation.
For Paul landscape photography was his new job, an old hobby now a profession and he had quit journalism. He was now his own boss, the way he liked it.
Jasmine sat next to him on the bench as she grabbed hold of the cross on his neck. she read Paul's last article and sighed asking "What was it all about?"
Paul put down his flask of coffee as he sat next to Jasmine "Money, power, greed."
Jasmine nodded in agreement as her emerald eyes sparkled in the summer sun "But all those people. My uncle is dead and my mum is now in jail for fifteen years for treason."
Paul shrugged his shoulders and said "Then I don't know. What I do know is that I am where I want to be which is here with you. In this place and in this time."
Jasmine said "I agree. All I want to do is be here with you and to never lose this moment."
She laid her head on Paul's lap as he stroked her hair. The sun shone brightly overhead without a cloud in sight. Jasmine laid her head on Paul's shoulder as they both stared out to the English Channel with small white fishing boats bobbing on the distant horizon.
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