Luxurious Vacation on New Paris (// IDF, IMG)

[Jack_Henderson]

Julia felt totally wrecked after a flight that had not only kept her in her pilot's seat for more than 4 hours, but also had her on her toes for more than two hours because of near constant danger, restricted space, tough regional diplomatic stances one act of piracy and a second that even resulted in a vicious fight.

In a short pre-dock call with the IDF Vice President Everett Fontaine she had found out about a hotel that would fit their needs: calm, relaxed, a large spa, classy, and definitely discreet. What she was doing here was - in the strictest sense - insurance fraud, but as it was interwoven with the high risk insurance that the Guild kept for their black ops that Henderson was running off the regular books, it only needed a plausible explanation to go through.

"Haaaa... <exhaling> Oh... yeeeeaaahh" Julia utters when she exits the flying taxi that had taken the crew of three of the Falling Teardrop to the hotel. "... sh.... this is... even better than I thought." she comments and quickly comms the others who are also on their way here.

"Ye... totally worth it!" she comments, then calls Everett Fontaine. "... Monsieur... <horrible Gallic>... could you please... do the room... ehm... get them, you know... and... I'll see you in the lounge after I had a shower and... got into something more appropriate?" she suggests, then hops off the taxi without waiting for the answer.

This would be a nice treat after an insane flight and she was hell-bent on enjoying it. "Death can take everything from you... just not the joy you experienced. That will be forever yours." she quotes the famous line that justifies all her hedonistic pleasures, then grins to her crew members and nods: "Let's do this!"