Cryer On Curacao (AO)

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- "He's all over three landing patterns"
- "Make it four"
- "He's either drunk or high on something"
- "You bet! And to think people like him are treating the guests"

Raven's Talon slowed the descent and landed quite smoothly on the most distant landing pad available. The two flight controllers were wrong though. Andrew Ross was neither drunk nor high, just lacking practice of buttoning up his overall and making a planetary landing at the same time.

He was late, but not in hurry at all. When your technicians have been waiting you for three days a few hours here and there won't make any difference. They can handle the mundane tasks just as well without his presence.

Andrew stepped to ground and took a careful look at people in landing area. Once sure that previous owner of Talon is not among them, he calmly strolled in the general direction of the remote hotel his team supposedly was doing their job at the moment.

***

- "Will that hurt?"
- "No"
- "That's reassuring, I've never liked vaccinations, but if you say... Ow!"

Chester Tuft even tried to smile as he missed the vein and stuck the needle deep in the muscle of the respectable businessman's upper arm.

- "Did you really have to do that, Ches?", another technician turned to Tuft after the businessman had left the impromptu vaccination center in hurry, nursing his arm.
- "I didn't like him"
- "You don't like anyone"
- "Just shut up and tell the next rich sod to move on"

The technician was right. Chester hated people, space, planets, his work and life in general. There were rumors around that the only thing he doesn't hate is himself, as Chester never missed a chance to practice his only hobby. Which was making other people hate life for at least a moment as well.

Tuft liked to claim that his behavior is caused by a deep existential sadness that no-one but him could fathom. But even the most philosophical of minds still stood by the opinion that Chester just enjoys being an antisocial jerk.

The next guest was a girl the age of four. Chester calmly prepared the vaccine and waved the girl to come closer.

- "That uncle that just came out didn't look too happy, mister"
- "Don't you worry, kid. This will hurt a lot less than when your parents will finally admit to you that they lied and Santa doesn't exist"

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