As Daniels and Ravenov sat at the table and enjoyed various conversations ranging from military business to how their holiday went they saw that the butlers served the food at the buffet...
Daniels :Jackpot! Al right.... I'd like one of those.He pointed at a steak... Some chicken, some potatoes and hell, it's not everyday Eriksson's giving a party.
While he said that he put some vegetables on his plate, not something he did on a daily bases... When Eriksson's also filled he plate the two gentlemen sat down together again...
Daniels :What happened to Synk? I mean, what the hell are all those implants for, one might think the most extreme of scenarios. What if he is infected? I'd hate to give the kill order, but I would not see the body of an old friend desecrated by some jelly.
He finished the sentence with a grim look upon his face, a grim look indeed, but also a determined one.
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