Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 2

Chapter 2 Butler Joseph

Sylas ducked his head and took the first step on his way down from the private jet. He wore a pair of jeans and a white turtleneck, and matched both with a pair of loafers and a light brown trench coat.

The wind was a bit chilly up here in the Appalachians, so he had dressed appropriately. Oddly enough, the air wasn't as brisk as he was expecting, and it felt more like spring.

The words of the manic hotdog merchant flashed in his mind again, but he didn't pause his steps, looking around with his usual placid gaze.

The Brown's family estate was located high in the mountains; it was about as secluded as you could get. Quite frankly, without a private jet, it was impossible to get here unless you were willing to take a commercial plane and then go on a week-long hike.

As expected of a family of this stature, they had their own runway and airplane hangar. There was even a small mansion not too far out of sight, where Sylas assumed they allowed the pilots to rest.

This was good news for him because he had booked their pilot for the entire weekend so as to avoid any potential mishaps.

It was hard to get a lay of the land while on this piece of it. The tarmac, the hangar, and the pilot accommodations were all that were worth seeing here. They would likely have to take one of the helicopters he saw lined up to the side to the main abode.

The rest of Sylas' family came down with him. After his father spoke a few words to their pilot, they separated and waited for their greeting entourage.

All around them, there were similar groups, most of whom were well-off families that had long since separated from the Browns. Many of them were likely like Sylas, not having understood this sort of connection until recently.

'The number is quite a few,' Sylas thought to himself. He counted nearly 50, and those were just the few that had arrived at a similar time to his own family.

Sylas looked over to find a butler headed over with swift steps. He was dressed as traditionally as one could imagine, his black hair and meticulously trimmed beard holding hints of an aged grey.

He bowed gracefully when he was in range.

"Welcome. My name is Joseph. You may all address me as such. Please follow me. I will escort you to your accommodations promptly."

'Odd,' Sylas thought as he followed along. 'The other groups should have arrived before us, but they are still waiting. Why is that?'

He looked over to find that his grandfather was practically grinning ear to ear. He managed to restrain himself eventually, but Sylas took note of it.