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Anxious and curious, i was unable to sleep for the night. Dawn was breaking through my window. I went to the kitchen to get myself a shot of caffeine. Headed towards my library , took out the manuscript, revising again.

The author talked about a place underground, having an ecosystem of its own. Each and every species of plants and animals were described very carefully . Detailed explanation about their nature and habitat. A species of plants named the flaming flowers. Authour explained how the flowers  generated flames by reacting with the gases present in the thin layer of air underground.

The phone rang in the hallway. My butler Henry giving an introduction over the phone came running informing about the emergency of the call. Miss. Lita on the other end sounded very tensed. We had to leave at an early notice is what i understood along the conversation. Followed by a call from me to Dr. Plazeio. We were about to leave for sahara at midnight.

I was at the airport waiting for the rest of my team. And there was a final call before the departure. According to Dr. Plazeio , Hugo a native of the sahara was about to receive us with his group of five young and brave hunters and some wild hounds and hogs. Suddenly a black mustang stopped at the entrance of the airport and there was Dr. Plazeio along with Miss. Lita raging their way through the front gate in the terminal. We have to decide a journey for a few hundred miles to the land of the unknown. Our lives along with our career were at stake and we had no idea about the gates of hell we were forcing ourselves into.

The next morning ,we woke up from sleep in the Saharas. The flight had landed and we were the last ones on board. Didnt noticed when the rest of the passengers off boarded the flight. We three must have slept deep asleep from the exhaustion of the journey. And there was henry at the end of the terminal at the airport waiting for us with a nameplate in hand which stated our names. 

A man of late 40's , probably an ex army. With a scar on his face. A blade mark. Wearing some loose camos. A camp knife hanging from his waist. A pair of rugged boots covered his legs. He greeted us with a smile, which made me notice some of his missing teeths which were recovered by some golden ones. He guided us through the busy street towards his jeep. A regular desert jeep covered by white desert sand. A logo or a badge of some sort was noticeable  on the door of the . A burning flower.