As soon as Faith went to sleep, Warren picked up his phone and dialed Mr. White’s number. A few rings later, a soothing voice answered on the other end.
“Warren, I’m glad you called,” Mr. White said.
“It’s been years. I thought you would not remember me.” Warren said genuinely surprised that the man he met only once remembered him.
“I rarely forget important people,” Mr. White answered.
Warren was taken aback by the man’s words. Why would Mr. White think he was important? He had kept his anonymity, and what did the old man know about him? Before Warren could gather his thoughts, Mr. White continued.
“It’s about Faith, isn’t it?” Mr. White asked. “Is she okay?”
Warren’s heart started racing. How did this man know about Faith? When they talked years ago, Warren never mentioned Faith, and Mr. White never insinuated that he knew anything about her.
“What about my daughter?” Warren asked, trying to play it cool. “Of course she’s fine.”
“Warren, don’t play dumb,” Mr. White answered. “We don’t have time for that now. I know she’s not your daughter. I know everything, Warren.”
Warren stopped for a second, thinking about hanging up. But he needed some help now to find out what was going on with Faith, and this man seemed to already know everything about her, what was there to lose he already decided it’s was time to get answers, you had to start somewhere.
“Warren, are you still there?” Mr. White asked.
“Yes,” Warren replied.
“I’ll send a car for you in the morning, and there will be an airplane waiting for you at the airport. See you tomorrow, and don’t worry. Everything is going to be okay!”
Warren’s mind was spinning. How could Mr. White know so much about him and Faith? He had to find out more. As he hung up the phone, he couldn’t help but feel a sense of unease. What was Mr. White’s true agenda? And what did he know about the strange events that seemed to be happening around Faith? Warren knew that he and Faith were about to embark on a journey from which there was no coming back.
Warren had a restless night, his mind preoccupied with the strange things happening the last few weeks and the call he had with Mr. White only fueled his anxiety. He barely got any sleep and was already up before Faith woke up. She always woke up early, as was life on a farm, but this morning he let her sleep in. Warren went to the kitchen and began to make breakfast. He decided on eggs, bacon, and coffee, hoping it would help him stay awake for the busy day ahead.
As soon as the eggs were done and the coffee was brewed, Warren set the table for two. He felt a strange mixture of excitement and anxiety about the upcoming day. He couldn’t shake off the feeling that something big was going on and that Faith was somehow in the middle of it.
Faith walked into the kitchen rubbing her eyes, and Warren greeted her with a smile. He served her breakfast and sat down with her. She could tell something was off with Warren, but he didn’t want to worry her, so he kept the conversation light.
After breakfast, the two of them went outside to tend to the farm, but he couldn’t concentrate on the task at hand. His mind was racing with thoughts of what was going to happen next. He checked the time on his watch, realizing that it was only a matter of hours before he and Faith would be picked up by Mr. White’s car.
“Faith, I called a man last night,” He said.
“I know,” She answered. “I overheard, I barely slept as well. Who is he?” Faith asked.
Warren hesitated for a moment, unsure of how much to tell her, but was there even a point in hiding anything from her as they were about the meet the man in person later in the day. “His name is Arthur White,” he finally said. “He’s a wealthy man, who has been fascinated with the rapture and everything about the angels, similarly to me, but he’s been doing it for much longer. He seems to know a lot about the angels and what’s been happening. He also seemed to know about you.”
Faith furrowed her brow. “How does he know about me?” she asked.
“I don’t know,” Warren said honestly. “But he seemed to know a lot. I’ve met with him once, years ago, and never mentioned you, I was careful as always.” Warren hesitated for a second. “You see Faith, I never wanted to bother and worry you, but all these years I’ve been wondering what happened that day, I was reading, researching, trying to find the answers, but I would always end up empty-handed. So I think it’s best we go and meet this man.”
Faint smiled. “I know dad, I am now blind nor dumb. I know you’ve been obsessing with everything around that day and me I just never said anything. And I agree I think it’s about time we found out what is going on.” She said and gently tapped him on the shoulders.
“You were always a smart-ass,” Warren said hugging her in the process. “Let’s get ready, Mr. White is going to send a car for us soon.”
Warren and Faith quickly got dressed and packed a few things, anticipating their departure. Warren told his parents, who were on the market today, that he and Faith were going on a mini-vacation for a few days or a week, he did not want to bother them with everything that was happening.
As they waited for the car, Warren paced back and forth, nervously tapping his foot on the ground. Faith sat on the couch, scrolling through her phone, trying to keep her mind off the situation at hand.
Finally, they heard the sound of a car pulling up outside. They quickly grabbed their bags and headed out to the waiting vehicle.
The drive to the airport was long and quiet, with both Warren and Faith lost in their own thoughts. Once they arrived at the airport, they boarded a private plane that would take them to New York.
The flight was smooth and uneventful, but the tension in the air was palpable. As they landed in New York, a car was waiting for them at the airport. The driver took them to Mr. White’s mansion outside the city.
As the car slowly made its way up the long driveway leading to Mr. White’s mansion Warren and Faith were taken aback by the mansion’s opulence. The surrounding area was lush with greenery, a meticulously landscaped garden stretching out for acres on either side. As they got closer to the house, Warren’s eyes widened in awe at the sight of the mansion. It was a massive, white building with Greek columns, a red roof, and large windows that glimmered in the sunlight.
As they parked the car in front of the mansion’s entrance, Warren couldn’t help but feel a sense of intimidation. He turned to Faith, who seemed equally impressed, and squeezed her hand for comfort. They both stepped out of the car and were greeted by Mr. White’s butler, who guided them inside.
“Sir, Ma’am,” The butler said with a wide smile. “Mr. White is waiting inside.”
Warren and Faith followed the butler into the mansion, their eyes wandering around the luxurious interior. The spacious hall was adorned with crystal chandeliers, antique furnishings, and ornate paintings that looked like they could be worth a fortune.
The butler led them to a grand sitting room where Mr. White was waiting for them. He stood up and greeted them with a warm smile.
“Warren, Faith, it’s wonderful to see you both,” he said, extending his hand for a handshake.
Warren and Faith shook his hand, feeling a sense of relief that they were finally meeting the man who might know some answers.
“Please, have a seat,” Mr. White said, gesturing towards the comfortable couches arranged around a marble fireplace. “Can I offer you anything to drink?”
They both accepted, Faith taking a juice and Warren going for a stronger solution, a glass of cognac.
“Dinner will be ready soon, we can catch up until then,” Mr. White said and saluted with the glass.
“What do you want to know?” Warren asked and saluted back.
“I know a lot, but there are sure details I am missing.” Mr. White said. “Let’s start from the beginning, from the day of the rapture.
Warren recounted everything that had happened since the day of the Rapture and leading up to Faith’s strange scar acting up and the pain that followed, concluding with the recent feeling that had been plaguing her. As he spoke, Mr. White listened with fascination, his eyes widening in disbelief at some of the details.
When Warren finished, there was a moment of silence before Mr. White spoke. “This is truly remarkable,” he said, taking a sip of his drink. “When did you say the feeling started to occur?”
“First time it happened was last wednesday,” Faith said joining in the conversation.
“Interesting…” Mr. White said and took out his phone, scrolling through it he realized that was the day Max told him they were supposed to reach the cave, and there was still no word from them.
Warren and Faith exchanged a look, wondering what was going on in Mr. White’s mind.
“Is something wrong, Mr. White?” Warren asked, breaking the silence.
“Excuse me for a second,” Mr. White said and left the room as he entered the hallway he searched through his contacts for Martin. Martin was part of Marcus’s team but was also on his private payroll, an inside man, a safety fuse of sorts if Marcus went rogue.
Mr. White quickly dialed the number and once she answered he instructed him to get Marcus on the phone right away.
“Hello, I wondered why you waited for so long” Martin answered.
“Get Marcus on the phone right now. It’s urgent,” Mr. White said in a serious tone.
“Okay, hold on,” Martin replied and put Mr. White on hold.
A few moments later, Marcus answered the phone.
“Marcus, it’s Mr. White. Where are you?” Mr. White asked. He heard Marcus and Martin arguing in the background.
“How did you reach Martin,” Marcus answered the phone. “I decided it was best to leave you out for now, to be safe.”
“I understand, but listen carefully,” Mr. White said. “There have been more things happening around the globe, did you find Samael.” Mr. White asked.
“Yes, we found him. What’s going on? We haven’t heard anything?” Marcus asked, confused.
Mr. White explained everything about Faith and strange sighting all over the globe, and now he had Faith with him at this very moment and how it was best they all met up.
“Okay,” Marcus said reluctantly and gave him the coordinates to where they were going.
Mr. White hung up the phone and went back to the living room smile decorating his face once again.
“Faith, Warren,” He said in a confident tone. “We are going to take a road trip tomorrow and I will catch up with everything during the dinner, please follow me to the dinning room.”
Warren and Faith exchanged a quick glance, unsure of what trip Mr. White was talking about. Nevertheless, they followed Mr. White to the dining room where dinner was laid out on the table.
During the meal, Mr. White explained everything to Warren and Faith. He began with stories his grandmother used to tell him about the Angels and the strange events that followed them. He spoke of his own fascination with the creatures and his doubts about them and how he had spent decades researching and collecting information.
Mr. White revealed that he had teams of researchers all over the globe, gathering information and studying strange occurrences. He finished with Marcus and his team and what they have discovered and how they found Samael the same day Faith’s feelings started manifesting.
Warren and Faith looked at each other, then back at Mr. White. The story was too much to take in all at once. But deep down they knew Mr. White said the truth, at least his side of it.