• e time seemed to drag along as slowly as it could. He stared outside the window watching the tree's race by. The familiar smells of America was destroyed by the unfamiliar scents of Eastern Europe. But he was used to this kind of thing. For Patrick Bronte was not American, but born and raised in Ireland. As he began to doze of, the gentle kiss of his beloved Lacey's lips touched his right cheek woke him out of his daze. "Pat," Her dark skin and black hair was one of her most beautiful features. "Need to wake up sweety." She was the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen. And he knew he would die for her.
    He raised up stretching in the back seat of the moving vehicle. "God, Lacey, did we really need to come here?" Patrick didn't like traveling at all, but Lacey loved to travel. Indeed, two opposites attract perfectly. "Yes, and don't take the Lords name in vain." She was very religious woman, but an excellent fighter. Patrick chuckled a little till he caught her glaring at him. He coughed out, "Sorry."
    The driver, Chuck, laughed. "Got you wrapped around her little finger doesn't she. Patrick face was blood red, but Lacey hugged up to Pat and connected his lips to her's. "Aye, Chuck. Its got it's advantages." Patrick smiled.
    The hours passed as the winding roads lead them to their destination. Chuck looked back at her."So Lacey, is there anything else you can tell me about these dissapearances?" Patrick was wondering the same thing. "Well, from what I was told, a bunch of civilians went missing. Most were American tourists, and the European goverment has not been able to find out why this has been happening. So we have been sent to investigate as FBI special agents." Patrick began to stare out the window again. But an awful pain peirced his head. He held his face in his hands. "Pat?" Lacey turned to him. Chuck looked out to the road as he ran a left turn. Chuck was shocked as he almost hit a young woman in the middle of he road. He turned the wheel as hard as he could, Patrick could feel the car lift off the ground. He looked at the woman, wondering what she was doing. Her lips parted, and he could hear her over all the commotion and the beating of his heart. "Cade. His name was to be Cade."