"Look sharp! Straighten that uniform! TIE THAT SHOE!" A broad shouldered Corsair stood in front of an honorary guard detachement and Barked his orders. "El commandante is recieving a guest so look your part or he'll cut your head off and feed it to el Toros!"
The commandate came up the stairs towards the shuttle landing pad. The Landing pad was near the top of the hillside Myrthos villa was build upon. It was't so much a villa as it was a small walled town. Countless smaller buildings surrounded the main house with its wings stretching the entirety of the complex.
" Buenos Tardes senores. Look good when this shuttle lands. The idea is to impress this gringo." Ronaldos said to the guards. His outfit looked spotless even though some people would consider it too casual for a business meeting.
The shuttle circled over the hill and made a smooth approach towards the landing pad. The last meters of its decent caused a powerfull backdraft. Catching one of the marines off guard. The shuttle door opens with a hissing noise.
"Buenos Tardes senor Brisbane. Welcome to Crete! Welcome to Myrthos villa." The Commandante says, with his arms wide open
There used to be pictures here
once known as Richard Farbridge, OBE and Ronaldo Benitez
