Cold Winds Blowing

[Ryummel]

"Just keep doing what you did during the few weeks I left for Liberty. Assign paperwork to somebody else, don't we have money for an accountant anymore or what?" Marco sounded a sigh as his cousin Enzo would only reply with hesitant words about taking the lead of the business that not only fed the two of them, but the other nine members in the family. He didn't feel particularly nervous, but neither overly excited ever since Angela finally offered the chance to enlighten himself about the apparently shady matters that surrounded Gabriella Casta and those who populated the space beyond what humankind dubbed as 'Omicron 90'.

The incoming adventure and his relaxed attitude didn't stop him from sharing a copious dinner with his cousin while they would also discuss not only the future of the Santoro's famiglia business in alien organisms harvesting within Omicron Beta, but also managing to draw topics relevant to the recent tensions between Maltese people. Although he had understood that Enzo wouldn't bring an interesting conversation regarding politics, it still served Marco to convince himself about his own speech during the call for voting issued by the current administrator of the 101st. It was the time to have that 'grumpy blonde' pushed out of the game board... Or die trying.

And the only obstacle to complete his endeavor were the 'spirits', 'Slomon K'hara' or as he simply named them, along many other people, 'Nomads'. Now all he had to do was waiting for Angela's call.