The Stable

Outside the Wellness Center, before you reach the gates is a stable. Inside you won't find the ordinary farm animals. There are no horses , cows, lambs, or sheep. Here you will find only falcons. Large, majestic, falcons. They are about six feet in height. The width is at least three feet. Peter feeds one of the falcons corn pellets from his hand. "Beautiful, aren't they?" He says to us. "They're gorgeous. I was hoping I'd see one again." Olivia replies. The falcon finishes eating. Peter wipes his hand on his pants. "They are something. Wonderful creatures." He says while grabbing a saddle. "You sure he knows where to go?" I ask. Peter hoists the saddle on to the falcon. "Positive. They innately know where the message must be delivered." "And he doesn't mind carrying both of us?" I ask. "The weight is nothing to these fine birds." Peter finishes harnessing the saddle. "The falcons are loyal through and through. Be good to them and you will have a marvelous companion." Peter offers his hand to Olivia. She accepts, and he helps her onto the bird. "Then what?" I ask. Peter raises his eyebrow. " I don't understand." He says. "What happens after we deliver the message?" Peter laughs to himself. "Then it all begins."