Micheal Grey POV
I slowly placed my foot into the limousine that arrived three minutes early at the airport. The stench of expensive leather and some type of polish protruded into my nose as I grabbed my seat belt and clicked it into position. It smelled disgusting. It reeked so much that I felt nauseated and my stomach twisted into knots. But, I never complained. I never as much spoke a single word throughout the entire ride. Why would I? I was given the opportunity of a lifetime when the RG group slid upon my project. The single project that I wasted my entire life on. The one project that would drag me all the way to the top.
My driver finally stopped at the location. I peered outside the window to see myself surrounded by tall grasses and various sorts of trees. It had fallen a shade darker since we left the airport, so I could only guess that it had taken us a couple of hours to get... to where ever 'here' was. I unlatched my seat belt and scooted closer towards the driver, "Are you sure this is where I get off?"
The driver slowly turned his head so that I could see only the side view of his face: "Yup."
I looked around at my surroundings again. Was I really in the right spot? All I could see was golden grass as tall as an elephant. I questioned him again, "Could you at least give me further instructions?" Then I quickly added, "Anything would be a great help at this point."
The driver turned his head a bit more this time and placed his entire hand over his seat. From what I could see, he was a stout old man who had gray hair that unfurled out from under his uniformed hat. He was well-kept. That probably came with the job, though. His eyes drew my attention. They had a blueish hue to them, but when I looked closer they shifted into a deep purple color. Dying one's eyes was popular a couple of years back, so he must have partaken. Overall, he had a round face with flawless skin and a hawk-like nose. He opened his mouth, "Step...out of the car."
I looked at him with a very confused face. Was he just going to leave in the middle of the road? Was I tricked? Were some of the thoughts that flew past my brain at the moment. I almost opened my mouth, but then I heard a loud rustle on the left side of the road. I stared at the driver once more trying to search for any clue as to what was going on. The driver didn't give anything that I could read, but he didn't have to.
"Damn it! Why did he have to pick a location where there's so much f*cking grass?!" A large man came out of the jungle of golden grass. He wore a seemingly professional dark blue suit. His hands that he was waving around were glinting with gem-studded rings and a fat gold watch. He looked, in my opinion, a lot like a pushover. "Clark! I see you have brought our esteemed guest!" he shouted over... well nothing. I think he was just loud, to begin with.
My driver turned his head the other way and answered back, "Yup."
The large man stepped out of the shade towards the side of the limo. His face reflected some waning daylight. He had jet black hair, long sideburns, and a large Mexican style mustache. His eyes were nothing special; jet black just like the rest of his facial feature. He also seemed to have a pretty strong jaw line.
I began to straighten out my own suit and tie as he leaned through the window. "So, this is our genius!" He poked his hand through the unrolled window and patted me on my shoulder, "Can't wait to see what you have in store!"
I plastered on an awkward smile, "I wouldn't go that far. It still took me thirty years to do it, didn't it?"
"Nonsense! It may have taken my team of scientists over a century, but to see you doing it in thirty, and as a solo venture...this is beyond the normal standard of genius!" I glanced him in the eye and nodded my head. He seemed to have understood what I meant and stepped out of the way. I unlocked the door and stepped outside. I breathed in the fresh and clean air that floated through the endless fields of grass. It was truly amazing. The cities, where I resided, were all polluted by dust and sand. The farming frenzy that once provided millions of jobs during the war finally showed its consequences when all that soil ripped out of the ground left large sinkholes in the country and dust storms in the cities. It was not like the world didn't know the consequences; they just decided to be blind to them. I lifted my head and slowly opened my eyes to a field of stars. I outwardly gasped. There were thousands of them - no- there were millions upon millions of them. All of them were staring right down back at me. For a couple of seconds I was locked in a trance.
"Lets go genius, you'll be seeing that sight every day if you pitch your idea right!" I stole one last glance at the stars before I lowered my head.
"Fine lets go." I shot the driver a look letting him know that his business was done here. The limousine's headlights brightened the road in front of us; the day had secretly faded into the night. He eyed both of us and tipped his hat. We nodded our heads. Then, he drove off.
The large man gripped my shoulder, "Ah, my bad! We forgot to exchange names! Mine's Edward Fideltor, and I'm the treasurer of the RG group. I, of course, know your name but for formalities..." He heavily hinted me to reveal my name.
I sighed, "It's Micheal. Micheal Grey."