Curacao was as pretty as ever. Not a single cloud in the sky and the blue sun of Cortez lay a calming layer of light over the tropical islands. While the prominent REGENT-class Luxury Yacht remained parked at the mooring fixture, an OSC Ferry shuttle made its way through the atmosphere down to the space port near the Christoffel Beach, one of the smaller islands with less touristic attention. It was mostly used by the actual residents of the vacation planet, both the OSC employees and people rich enough to afford living here.
One of them left the shuttle. A short woman of 1.6 meters and wavy brown-ish hair. A black dress covered her body. Not matching the otherwise elegant outfit, she wore black sneakers. A Kishiro Service Robot followed her, carrying her handbag. Next to the robot, she appeared hilariously tiny as it was about to heads taller than her. However, despite her lack of height, she did not look younger than a woman in her mid-20s.
After a short walk along the colorful promenade and taking in the exotic breeze, she entered a café, sat down at one of the tables in the corner where she took the handbag from her robotic servant, retrieved a PDA and placed it on the table.
Stay outside and scan the area for Lieutenant Blake. Guide her here once you found her.
Nodding, the robot turned away and left the café. The woman took the PDA and recorded an audio message for the Lieutenant. Once it was sent, she leaned back in her chair and nervously looked out of one of the windows.
Don't make it awkward. It's just a normal meeting. Just pretend you didn't send her your ramblings. And stop talking to yourself in public areas.
