Curacao business

[Thyrzul]

During the few minutes of waiting for Mr Tyler, Henri had some time to spectate the crowd around him. A lot of different folks, a dozen of accents spoken, a ton of professions mixed in that busy place the St Martin Spaceport was. From time to time he looked at his WristPad, a small wrist-mounted datapad with extrudable touchscreen (Gallic technology had a fetish for wrist-mounted stuff), to check the image of Mr Tyler, so that he will recognize him when he appears. But instead of him, a cute blonde approached Henri.

Hmm, what a beauty! - he thought. - Oui, that would be me. Enchantée, Mademoiselle. - he said after the introduction of the woman, but instead of a shake he greeted her with a handkiss, making her blush slightly.

So, where do we go now, Mademoiselle Stodden?

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