Juan Felipe looked at the vast space from the window of the empty control room of the Magallanes, in four hours they are going reach the orbit of Crete, he had 16 hours without sleep, preparing every detail of the safety of the visit, organizing the equip and discipline of the Guard, they must luck perfect, had to give image.
-Lord, said a female voice behind him, everything in order, retire to rest, you look tired.
Behind him was a young woman with brown hair in a bun hairstyle, with a face that conveyed hope and joy to anyone who looked.
That closeness was something bothers he, but avoid being noticed.
-Do not worry daughter, back out, I still I have things to do.
-But ... she said.
-That's an order!.
-Su voluntad!, She turned and walked out the access hatch.
Juan sat in the chair, suddenly he fell tired, the mission entrusted to him was large and hard, and was no longer a young and arrogant boy.
-No!, he said to himself, i will fulfill my mission, and if cost me my life, better, I will die with glory and honor.
He pressed the intercom button.
-His Holiness, we will arrive in four hours.
Doubts and fatigue seemed to disappear, and was returning to feel the excitement of duty.
Tighten the communicator again, this time to talk to his valet.
-Prepare my armor, clean it, I want to see my face reflected in it.
-Su voluntad!, Said a voice from the speaker.
Tomorrow would be an important day, and Juan was ready.
