[color=9B9B9B]Saul had spent the majority of the flight from New York to Grenoble, France reading a copy of [color=lightgray][i]'Flags of Our Fathers'[/i][/color] since he had been rather close to finishing it before he had received the 'call' from the GIB. He stepped off the plane wearing his best navy blue suit with a matching tie and a black pair of dress shoes that had a keen shine to them. The fact he had been told very little about this organization had made him curious but cautious. IF there was that large of a global threat he should have already been aware of it but then again other agencies loved to keep their secrets. 

His sharp, steel blue immediately spotted the chauffeur holding a sign with his name and another on it. It appeared he was not the only one on their list. Whoever it was he doubt he would have to wait long to meet them. It would be rather annoying if he had to stand wait another hour just for one person. Without further delay, he approached the man [color=salmon][b]"Bonjour, vous devez être Monsieur Saul."[/b][/color] The gentleman replied courteously with a strong accent and Saul nodded, rolling his luggage to a stop [color=4354D0][b]"C'est vrai. Je suppose que tu es notre chauffeur?"[/b][/color] French was one of the many languages Saul spoke. His photographic memory made it rather to easy which was beneficial when you work in military intelligence.

The gentleman nodded approvingly [color=salmon][b]"Yes, you may call me William. Mademoiselle Silva should be here shortly."[/b][/color] Like that most traces of his accent disappeared. Saul couldn't say he was really surprised though he was curious about this Silva [color=4354D0][b]"Perfect. The sooner she gets here the sooner I can get some answers."[/b][/color] The name sounded Hispanic but what caught his attention was the fact she must be a woman. The fact that she was asked to be here the same as him always convinced him that whoever she was she must be a tough one.[/color]