Humming some song that was stuck in his head for the past two days he entered the Gran Canarian atmosphere. He drew on his cigar while his ship was shaking heavily under the sheer pressure of the atmosphere.
Daniels :Hm, this looks like it....
He looked on his navigation map whilst exhaling in cirkels and after another ten minutes of flying he saw the big estate in the distance with several empty landing pads waiting for him to land his ship. When he carefully landed his Basted, he got out and walked over to the front entrance of the estate. Occasionally greeting and saluting the civilian and military personnel.
He walked through the big front entrance, saw some waiter uttering some words while looking at a man with a long military record, Colonel Ravenov.
Daniels :Eriksson, my friend. How are you on this fine summer day? I see you haven't changed a lot since my last visit.
While he walked over to the Colonel he quickly glanced at the waiter, still in shock about some glasses.
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