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Ester was enjoying the latest show of artists whom she’d been sponsoring when she received a troubling call from Lucinda urgently requesting she come to her aid. Never one to refuse the call for help from a family member she summoned her servants and informed them that she was flying to Cleveland that day to be accompanied by her six body servants the rest of her retinue to follow once she's established herself.


An hour later a small convoy of vehicles pulled through the gates of a private airfield and drove without stopping to a closed hangar entering through a flip door garage to park near a [url=http://www.wcas.aero/charter/fleet/kingair350_thumb.jpg]Twin Turboprop[/url] Beechcraft King which was just finishing preflight. Four men and two women dressed in dark understated clothing climbed out of the three large sedans and secured the doors before Ester exited  the center vehicle and walked to her personal aircraft and boarded. 


She could maintain her lavish lifestyle because she was viewed as one of the most eccentric dealers in rare antiquities as well as owning a large stable of desirable young and established artists and a publishing company and her need for security and unusual methods causing little to no notice which is exactly how she liked it. She was to say the least a standout among her staff appearing to be little more than a Hippie chick or a peasant woman of no small beauty catching a ride with some wealthy friends. This was not to say that she never dressed to impress but only a reflection of her enjoyment of simplicity in her life as a whole where personal matters were concerned.


It was a three hour flight from the Montana artist enclave which had been her home now for several years to the little Airport just outside of Cleveland then an hour of waiting in a closed hangar as her people checked the two SUVs they’d arranged to have waiting; no reason to drop your guard simple because you lacked patience.


Once everything was checked out her staff changed to less uniform attire wearing their casual clothing so they wouldn't stand out so much like a bunch of corporate types. They drove using a rented chevy impala as a scout vehicle to see to their Mistresses safety all the way to a neighborhood of slightly questionable safety finally pulling up parking area beside a small but nicely laid out mansion.


Here her staff had to do something totally alien to them and allow their Mistress to proceed into the unsecured building alone and unarmed. She for her part was both touched and amused  by her staff’s worry and planned on seeing they were rewarded handsomely once they were settled in.


So it was with an amused smile that Ester walked in allowing here senses to expand seeking her troubled sister Lucinda.  

[@Wick][@Venku][@Kyrisse][@rumikoohara][@blackpanther][@king tai]