The Future of Princess Sabina
Chapter 56: Approaching Kiribati.

I was sitting on a private Gulfstream jet, observing the beautiful Kiribati islands. I love the Pacific Islands, and it feels different the last time I visited, during my honeymoon with my beloved Alex. This time, everything is different. Alex is not with me, he is a captive man sitting opposite me in the luxury of this private jet, a Swedish man in his mid-50s, dressed as a Middle Eastern Knight's Templar. His name is Martin Al-Sham.

Born an empath, I can usually read people like an open book, but Martin Al-Sham is an exception. I don't know what's going on in his mind or what his true intentions are. The man who had saved my life on several occasions, turned out to be part of a conspiracy against me! And now, Alex is the prisoner.

I studied Martin quietly. He looked tired and old. Much older than when I first found him in Jerusalem, four years earlier. I noticed on the way to the airport that he was walking with a limp, probably a side effect of the bullet he took when he helped me escape from Israel. But I know that he is a dangerous man. He has killed seven people I know, and probably others I don't know either.

Eventually, I could no longer face the awkward silence, and I felt compelled to talk to my man to find out his true motives.

" So, I think you're part of the Mossad conspiracy?" I asked. Martin shook his head and responded with a tired and irritated voice. "I told you. There is no real conspiracy. Only nine people invented foreign technology years ago. The monocele vapor-punk allows us to know each other's existence and increases our mind's t o higher level of intelligence. But we don't work together. Ben Yehuda and Pierre Beaumont were part of the Mossad conspiracy, I just came to help Keila Eisenstein. " So, how can you buy all this alone? Kidnap Alex, rent a private jet? " I asked suspiciously. "Believe it or not, I'm actually rich" Martin replied. "Oh really? You never told me, ” answered me. "You never ask," said Martin, grinning, and looking out the window of the private jet.

I nodded at Martin in silence. His tired, firm yet strange-looking gaze gave me a kind of feeling that I had known him for decades. He took a deep breath and looked a little hesitant. Finally, he took out a worn photo from his leather wallet and handed it to me. I took a photo from his hand and studied it carefully. It was a photo of Martin in his thirties, and an Asian woman, standing side by side. They both looked very serious, almost like Martin crying over someone's death, while holding a check from one of the major lotteries, having won a large sum of money.

I returned the photo to Martin and spoke to him, "Who is that woman, and why do you look so sad when you've won over 120 million dollars?"

"And where is Elaine now? " I asked.

“It's none of your business! "Martin attacked me.

I nodded and did not answer. The love life of Martin Al-Sham is not very important to me, and besides, my mission is to save Alex. I have learned one thing about Martin, his real surname is Orchard, and not Al-Sham.

I sat quietly for the rest of the trip. Moments later, the plane landed at Kiribati international airport, located on the main island of Bonriki, close to Kiribati's small capital, Tarawa.