Pyramids and fucking three elements - Chapter Three

Marrocos was always crowded and sandy. It was somehow familiar and frightening to her, the farmer’s market, the colors in that city . She liked flying over it. People speaking loud, life was adventurous and busy but inside of her there was silence. She kept her inner self silent. Three years old when that truck crashed into her parent’s car… she survived but not little Leila and…Mom and Dad….That was loud, very loud for that little girl. Loud as those couple of tears shed. Green tears shed off of green eyes. You run by to many green eyes in Marrocos´s street…
Deirdre has hated cars ever since. She loves piloting her own plane no fucking trucks around…Again three elements. She lost the three elements she loved the most; Number three was always present in her life , always. Connecting those three points you have a triangle. Deirdre had several dreams with triangles and ever since she started this case , she dreamed with the Lituan…Egypt…and its pyramids wich happens to be a three point-connected geometric form, seen from one of its prisms.
“ Motherfucker…I fuckin´hate pyramids. Get out of my way. “ she replied to someone trying to sell them out.
This Lituan man loves women and is overly protected in Europe. He is dangerous for his ability to convince and seduce people on his behalf. There is no religion about it. But this man alone is able to put people against nation, mother against son … He starts and his followers keep his job by the seed he plants on their mind. So he is practically innocent, people who follow him do the job. The ability this man has to seduce is tremendous that’s why the Intelligence is searching for him. He is the source. Every time some catastrophe happens- from bomb drops to passion killers, his name was some how involved in it. Deirdre was called for it as being as charming and fearless as she has always been, and excellent for her efficiency and self nurturing. Her cell phone rings:
“Drop Marrocos. He is not there. Paris. Ettienne Marcelle, an Art Gallery. Rue des Petit Champs supposedly evident terrorism. Remember he is not the target. Get hold of him and try to connect what’s behind it. Be fast. Tonight.”
Deirdre runs over to her plane and get ready for this art presentation in Paris “ A stunning pair of black high heels, a nice garment, excellent Parisian parfum and make up will do it.”