Abigail – The Avenging Agent: The agent appears again (62 page)

“Barak, I found that warehouse!”

            The
pilot repeated what she said into the mouthpiece and immediately transferred
his earphones to her and when she put them on her head, she heard Barak say:

            “I
didn’t understand, Which warehouse are you talking about?  There’s no sign of
any kind of warehouse there.”

            Abigail
almost couldn’t find the strength to smile.  She pulled off the earphones,
returned them to the pilot and a minute later fell fast asleep.

            After
more than five hours of flight, the sights they flew over below were reflected
in the transparent dome of the helicopter like a movie.

            There
were squares of the fields of the Jezreel Valley, yellow and golden wheat,
brown furrows of plowed earth, waiting to be sowed with summer crops and orange
and yellow sands of the desert.

            Abigail
straightened up and stared at the sights below.  She closed her eyes tight and
opened them again, like a camera snapping a picture to preserve the views that
she was absorbing into her soul.

            “Are
you Naima?” the woman soldier could not hold back and came beside her.  She
noticed how excited she was by the landscape passing beneath her.

            Abigail
smiled at her and when the soldier pointed to the landscape and asked,

            “Where
are you from?  From here, or here?”

            “I’ll
tell you,” she replied and looked at her with her light green eyes. She slipped
the ring that was the same color as her eyes off her finger, turned it over and
showed her the picture of her daughter, Arlene.  The tiny portrait had been cut
into a circle and was attached beneath it.

            “I’m
from here.”

            The
voice of the pilot was heard, loud and clear:

            “Five
minutes to touchdown.”

            Two
people rose and stood on either side of the door, like a guard of honor and
gazed at Abigail with a serious expression of respect.

            The
soldier returned to sit next to San. She noticed that his face was flushed and
he looked at Abigail excitement. She whispered to him:

            “Who
is she, what is so special about her?"

She looked around her and asked again:

"Why everyone is honoring her with
so much respect?”

            “Well,
as I said before, I haven’t the slightest idea...”

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