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[Hopewell]

Barba Negra thinking: .....

"The news coming from the Omicron Delta makes my hair goose bumps. Let there be that every apparatus for a possible foray into Omicron is ready and the team is well trained."

"I think I'm going to take a trip to New London and see how BMF things are in the hands of Captain Dyllan Hunt, the person I trusted to be my place as CEO of BMF."

"Yes, that's right. I'm going to pay a visit to the Isle of Skye Bar. Killing my longing for my collaborators. Now that this damn war is over, maybe I can help in some way to lighten their spirits and their families."

Turning back to reality, he sees Lieutenant McLaren before him, and impetuously, as in a bout of anxiety, he says:
Lieutenant McLaren, prepare a fast ship for a visit to New London.
The excited lieutenant straightens up and says, "Yes, Lord. In ten minutes he'll be ready to set sail." Addressing the office door he went out and closed the door.

Rising Barba Negra went to his quarters and retrieved some documents and headed for the hangar where the ship was supposed to be ready. A Spatial Ship name: BMF|FS-Over.Surf.

As a matter of fact, the ship was already ready.
In the cockpit, he sat in his chair and gave the coordinates and orders to the pilot, who was none other than Lieutenant McLaren.
This triggered the controls of the thrusters and sailed into space.

Soon they would reach their destination .......

Finally in a few hours he would enter the Isle of Skye Bar and, happily as always, smile from ear to ear as he saw familiar faces, with which he would surely have much to hear and talk about too ...

Now just wait for Capt. Dyllan to come, as he always does after his arduous workday in BMF management.

There was so much to talk about.