Curacao business

[Zynth]

The hover-limo took off rather smoothly with Crooke at the wheel, travelling in a South-westernly direction past spectacular vistas of turquoise waters and sandy beaches. The vivid display was only heightened by the bright sun of the Cortez system skimming the water's surface, producing a glow similar to a glimmer of a sapphire under hot light.

"You must wonder why I drive instead of a chauffeur."
Crooke attempts to make small talk.

There is a brief silence while he stroked the wheel with his white driving gloves.

"There is no use in buying a car and not enjoying the pleasures of driving it."
With that he lets out a short burst of laughter.

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15 minutes of flight time later, the hover-limo grinds to a halt on a sandy beach.

"Michelle."

"Uh, yes sir."
Michelle hands Crooke a pair of dark sunglasses and puts on a pair herself.

"Sir, you should wear these. Not that you have to, it's just that the sun can get pretty intense on Curacao. That's how the tourists like it."
She hands Henri a pair as well.

"And with that, we have arrived on the Isle of Jane. Off the coast of the island is the plot of land we're providing."

A cool sea breeze greets the threesome as they step out of a car. The next scene their eyes behold is a long coastline of white sandy beaches, crowned with with coconut frowns but otherwise barren. A wide strip of light blue defines where land ends and sea starts, glittering and pristine save for four buoys with flashing red lights, arranged in a square, marking out the area reserved for the construction of the platform.

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