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to 'miterschließen My government is more than happy his new trade routes to excellence. Or President asked me to align you that all of Brakke is in your debt. The minefield of the last war is a barrier to the western sectors remained. A large, financial loss -. For years, "
silence reigned on the necessary, short acceptance speech at the official reception rooms of the velaanischen Embassy, whose leader, dressed in official regalia Velaas and his family - purple and silver - with serious look relaxed and sitting listening to one of the wine-red sofas in the words of Brakke-envoy.
Rafaelle look was not to suggest the sun Aeolias standing in his back and took his face with a shadow. The subdued rooms stuffed with presents and pictures from various races, was illuminated by the yellow rays and stuffy, like on the day of this island. Rafaelle do not sweat, nor the humidity seemed to him of all his clothes to identify something. But it had provided sufficient liquid in many different carafes on the large, brightly polished conference table were the orphaned. Rafaelle had, as so often preferred to take in the small wine-red sitting room area, which was situated in front of the large windows of the front hard.
Milas whetted nervous of Lanark in the sofa on which he had previously taken place over Rafaelle. He did not dare look in his eyes rise to this strange, instead he looked on the point between the curved eyebrows. The silence stretched out in an ominous length.
"your mother is doing well. The family holds Dalmet it is still very high esteem that one of her married to the Doge Velaas - and for so long ... "The mundane studies, which used the Milas of Lanark velaanischen intonation so clumsy was described as ridiculous and almost insulting.
:: Security must know that they are here. NO ONE comes by her. ::
The safety was fully in Apollo's responsibility.
Rafaelle stretched something in his bed, grabbed the glass of water and cast a quick glance over the rim of the bow window, which released a clear view of the green park of the embassy. Apollo ...?
They met rarely, actually only in various official diplomatic receptions and then always with a cool and distant courtesy, coupled with the usual phrases palace between management and diplomatic corps. And if both were more or less a good mood, even two or three sentences were on the prevailing weather. Rafaelle left these ceremonies are prescribed as soon as possible after he was shown and the first representative of Sin-Setuchs his presence was demonstrated.
Apollo had to know that two of the races were here.
Rafaelle Milas smiled when his eyebrow twitched upwards. Apollo's intentions here on the planet had so far been of no interest to him. But what he knew of the well-known, this man continued loyalty to the planet.
"My mother enjoys good health Duine of Lanark." Rafaelle even smiled in his effort to keep his raging mysteries behind the facade of the Ambassador. "They Align left me with the best wishes of their homeland. And she thanked repeatedly for the invitations. "
Milas, encouraged by the friendly courtesy of the Ambassador, leaning against something and reached for the glass with velaanischem tea. "It was always Brakke an extraordinary honor that the Doge Jeccschalen ..."
Rafaelle was focused on extreme, stared at the Wirtschaftsattache, trying not to let his gaze away, or the friendly, distanced attention to the delegates to maintain . He could not prevent the words Milas disappeared behind his racing thoughts and giving them almost no could follow. His thumb stroked calmly about the silver ring, the pulsed warm on his ring finger and it inevitably reminded that he himself was far away.
Would it bring something to correct a mistake in that I was taking a moment later next venture, to be able to figure out just how high the priority and importance was that concerned, these two women. It was worth it.: WHO has approved it, that they are here? WHO? ::
His finger pointed to his ring again. Too many events in a single period. Levithaan had not reported. For a brief moment he had lost control and Levithaan had felt it and the message obtained. It would not be good.
"gift Milas." Rafaelle waved and gestured to the Brakke that he was well aware of where his mother was. "As you can see, I've never forgotten it." Rafaelle deep voice struck the business-like tone, as familiarity, the Milas believed to have carried Rafaelle mother here had absolutely no influence.
"My company pays you a doping corresponding to the branch of a well-commerce and much more. I dispose of the mines and the waste of your war. For your own secure me for two years, the belt in Brakke nine quadrants. "He leaned forward slightly and prized Milas. "For two years I lease Brakke 9th I think the commitment of your government in the hands inform me when other trading companies also want to fly through the belt. "Rafaelle smiled friendly. "I decide for two years, who is given a permit to fly - of course in consultation with you and President Or"
"Of course, the Milas hastened to assure and drank a big gulp of the tea he had ordered only polite, no flavor or to know origin. You could see the man that he had to fight for the next words to truly fear, courage and necessity. "Their ships Excellence ... "
My Freighter will bring its own docking station. It is only of limited duration. "Rafaelle leaned back again, but could not avoid his eyes a moment gleamed angrily. "As for the rumors concerning this fleet, I can reassure you. It does not exist. I own course, with some accompanying ships of war. However, they serve to protect my goods, not more. "What idiot thought of this? That he wanted to Brakke attacked?
"Yes, of course." Milas not really relaxed. DAS to inquire further, he certainly would not dare. In addition, Rafaelle had the reputation of always and everywhere to stand by his word.
"You have chosen a beautiful piece of outer space ..." Rafaelle really had trouble twisting his eyes are not irritated. So he sat back on the well-known ambassador smile, talk was Milas - and his thoughts run free.
Had he really thought of everything?
Apart from the stubbornness Levithaans?
Kaim and Marut had no questions and were silently complied with their work after they had the slide from the open sea in a hidden place between the reefs of Cephyr towed. All instruments were during the of Rafaelle off, he wiped himself in a rented glider all traces of his presence, the media cleaned and provided with a specific route, set the computer and uninstalled the cloaking device by short electronic shocks again. Nothing begat more of what had to have seen the slide that night. When they reached the eastern edge Cephyrs Marut and rose to him in the glider, Rafaelle had made a decision. Similarly, a madness for him, which was reflected in Maruts bright eyes as he gave a brief explanation Rafaelle, not to scuttle the shuttle. His friend nodded in silence, the prepared helper again packed up and gone back to Kaim was also to inform him of the new development.
"... and even after a nice evening in front of me is before I return to Brakke, I'll be able to enjoy the amenities Aeolias. It is unbelievable what attractions the island offers. This generosity of space and wealth ... "
" You should use your last chance Duine of Lanark. I fear that a single evening is to have seen it all too little. Even I could not yet give all the sights the attention they deserve ... "
The ring on his finger ran for a fraction of a second together. :: Levi ... :: Rafaelle frowned, looked Milas continues. "What you stand for to visit before tonight?"
"The palaces are to be unique." Milas wide grin and stroked his short beard cut accurately. "Thanks to your efforts, I have a booking a palace. I will have pleasant company. "
" Yes, of course. "More Rafaelle not brought on the lips before it would probably failed offensive to Milas. So had this to say more words were wrong before, Rafaelle himself slipped back to Levithaan and after Cephyr, two Decisions of which he knew that was wrong. He had thrown
finally after all this work only a brief look into the cockpit, clinically clean clean, combed the data by several hundred kilometers, which described the round-trip around the island. :: Who? Who ... will get in? ::
And he had smiled. He had his fingers in verzwirbelt some strands of his hair until he was two or three lengths in his hands. "Pantha rei ..." he whispered and slowly release the strands so that they fell behind the pilot's seat to the floor. "... and everything to me. "
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