“There is Still Time."
"The Moment of Truth."
February 3rd, 2007
The south of France was beautiful. Though this was the coolest and dryest month of the year, there was still no snow on the ground, and the grass was green, and the air was chill and crisp and a balm to the nostrils. The group was in the mountains of Margeride, driving in the rented jeep up the gentle slopes and idyllic ramparts of this place. It seemed peaceful, in a way that would ring false to anyone well informed of the regions oft-bloody history. But today, it was peaceful.
"I am not certain of this." Sergei said, though he drove the jeep according to Erin's instructions. "I do not trust the Frenchman."
"Of course you don't." Sasha said, sitting in the backseat, nose in a guidebook. "No one does."
"Why is he still offering to teach you?" Sergei pressed, making a turn deeper into the dirt roads. Even here, the country was inhabited, with farms and vinyards and the occasional small villages. "I don't understand."
"What I find curious is that we're going straight into Gévaudan." Sasha said, turning a page of the guide-book.
The sun was starting to set behind the horizon. It would be night-time soon.