Freeport 10's "Sylvania Dome"

[Enkidu]

Achille's gullet cannoned open to post a blithe retort, before clamping tight in blithe realisation that he was being metaphorically flipped off. And by a subordinate, too.

“…But a moment, my comrade.” The Frenchman soothed, trotting to his arm, empty glass in tow. “Reign and restrain your haste, if you will.” Achille fluted, adding an additional weight to his point with a straight-jacketing dive at Pierre’s arms.

“Let me not detain you…” He affirmed, detangling himself before any further social embarrassment could ensue. “But rather interdict you. I, after all, would be loath to be a source of angst…” The faceman frilled, with a minimalistic prick of apology.

“A man of science you say? Well, pleasure amongst equals…”

“…I assume our acquaintance is adequately prepared, no?” A pat on the shoulder.


“…Give me five minutes to don the relevant aviator’s apparel and you will (and your brother) will see me soon enough.”

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