As the Starflier walked towards the Awditorju, the lights from behind began to fade and the ones in the front went brighter.
“Piloting skills? Yes, this is the right place. This installation offers one of the most advanced systems in Malta and perhaps whole Sirius! Many people come here for a challenge that only few can endure, but I see that you are handling it all too well, healthy man. I thought you knew this. This is troubling. Well, I do not know all, I guess…and my memory tends to fail.”
Besides the speaking man, solitude seemed to have dominated the whole facility, as not a single soul has appeared to encounter Rex. The path to Awditorju went cleaner by each step, just the coldness of a grey and straightforward route, leaving the disturbing colors and odors behind.
“Regarding your arrival, I think it was a week…or a month? I can’t remember really…oh wait, yes! You arrived 23 days ago! A couple of men arrived and left you where you woke up. No sign of Julia, I am afraid. How is she? Have you seen her recently? They just said that an amateur is coming to help you; I do not understand why. I got angry, I yelled to my wife. Almost hit her. Good times.”
As if he was just reconnecting axons, the guy suddenly said:
“Piloting skills? Yes, Ħabib. Come to the Awditorju, I will meet you there! Happy to help! I can prepare the training for you! But first, tell me, what type of ship are you going to use on this occasion? What class?”
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