Ian wanted a fresh drink as soon as possible. That bomber he bought to commission under the escort wing did not satisfy him. The test run went awfully, but now again, he was a Liner Captain, he had never flew a bomber. It was better to assign a good pilot to it, and then see what it's potential was.
He landed on the Greyhound Hangar at the Spaceport and handed the keys to one of the technicians.
- Weapons are ok lad, but you will have to work a bit on it's maneuverability- As he said that he walked to the parking lot where his men waited to take him to the Lodge - Quickly gentlemen, Blackie told me Cpt.Frial is already there.
As soon as they arrived he walked into the entrance and waved to the guards while he threw away his cigarrete. The door was open, and that made him smile. As he entered, his eyes started to get used to de lights inside the hall.
- Captain Frial! I am glad to see you already arrived - he extended his hand for a shake and said - Blackie, I will want a glass of whiskey, and bring us a cherry pie please. So, dear John Frial, I guess this makes us the first two members of this secret society...
![[Image: T6UyGk3.png]](https://i.imgur.com/T6UyGk3.png)