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It was four hours later when Robert woke up because of some turbulence. Trying and failing to get back to sleep, he was still tired but his mind was much clearer than before. Seeing his patient steer, the medic near Robert starts looking at him, taking his blood pressure and looking at his pupil's response with a flashlight. Ignoring Robert grumbling, he continued his examination and finally nodded satisfied with his observation.

"Your blood pressure is still high but not as high as it was when you got on board, I'm advising you to take it easy for a week before thinking about going back to work and be careful of what you are eating. I'm also advising you to see another doctor when you get back to the US to monitor your condition." The doctor advised.

"I don't have the time for that doctor." Robert answered crossly, not liking being ignored.

"Suit yourself, this is your health not mine, I'm getting paid either way."

"You're not getting paid if you continue with that attitude of yours."

"You are not the one who is paying me so..." The doctor shrugged visibly unconcerned, going back to his seat.

Hearing that, the eyes of Robert focus on Nathaniel sleeping in a lonely seat not far away with a trouble expression. He remembers what happened in front of his very eyes not too far ago, the anger and the fear seeing his grandson alone in the middle of terrorist and then seeing something even he had a hard time believing. It was not even what he did that shocked him but the way he did it. Robert was no saint and he already had to put people on the ground who wanted to hurt him or his family but Nathaniel was on another league entirely.

He was surrounded by three mens with guns, he had only one little knife and he managed to kill all three of them without even getting a scratch in the process. He even managed to make the whole thing look easy. He also remembers the way his body demeanor changed after giving the picture to Khalid as if he turned into somebody else at that time. Knitting his eyebrow, Robert gets to his feet and starts walking to the still sleeping Nathaniel, wanting to ask some question to that grandson of his but he did not even start walking that he was stopped by Amal putting a hand to his chest.

"Don't Robert." Amal said simply, shaking his head.

"I need to speak with my grandson." Robert responded, frowning.

"He's sleeping. We are going to land in forty five minutes or so in Rome, you will talk with him then."

"I don't recall you being the boss the last time I check." He frowned, not liking being stopped by his own people.

"Listen Robert, you have no idea what he did to get you back, no idea what he sacrificed. I don't believe he slept since he learned you were taken. I know you want answers but you need to let him rest." Amal sighed.

"Amal, let me pass." Robert orders coldly.

"I warn you." He sighed, putting his hand away and letting him pass.

He did not have the chance to get close to his grandson when someone else stopped him.

"Nope." Scott said without even looking at Robert.

"Move aside." Robert ordered.

"Contrary to everyone else here, I don't work for you old man. Get back to your seat or I'm going to strap you to it and I don't think anyone here is going to stop me. You are being kind of a dick right now."

"You are still in my jet, don't force me to remove you from it." Robert said, getting madder by the second.

"And who is going to remove me? Amal?" Scott asked.

"Nope." He answers without turning back.

"Matthew?" Scott calls, looking at the security guard who was still showing signs of the beating he endures.

"This is going to be a nope for me too, sir. I like living a little too much to attempt it." He said.

"Matthew? What the hell happened to you?" Robert asks, looking at the swollen face of his men.

"I was interrogated by some Italian cops, it was a rather fun interview, especially when they died."

"You killed an Italian cop? Are you insane?" Robert shouted.

"I never say I was the one who did it, sir. I was a little busy being used as a punching bag to do that at the time." He said with a wolfish smile, nodding in Scott and Nathaniel direction.

Reeling from that information Robert was going to ask about it when Scott continued speaking.

"Jason?" He called the one who had come with the suitcase earlier.

"I'm sleeping, I can't see or hear anything." Jason answered, keeping his eyes closed and pretending to sleep.

"Well, it seems this is only between us Mister Lyndon. So what is it going to be? Do I need to bring duck tape or are you going to behave?"

Looking at the well built men in front of him, it was evident who will win in case of an altercation. Moreover, Robert believed that it was not bluffing and would like nothing better than strapping him to a chair. Having suffered that for the last three days, Robert was not too fond of trying again and so decided to back down.

"Sir, your wife on the phone." Amal call, thrusting a phone in his direction.

Sighting and thankful to Amal for giving him an out without losing face, Robert took the phone and went back to his place, enjoying the sound of his wife's voice. He will deal later with Nathaniel.