Parlay across the Mediterranean - Corsican and Maltese

[Kherty]

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Parlay across the Mediterranean

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As the shuttle departed from Monte Carlo, and escorted by Unione Corse fighters, this was the most secretive movement to date. No flight paths, no list of passengers, no nothing. The Union was not, and will not, be aware of it. The shuttle entered Marseille's atmosphere, through the docking ring, spoofed as a usual cargo.

It soon arrived into the atmosphere - the blue sky, and the oceans, bequeathed by the star of Provence, gave the clouds a gold tint, it was indeed dawn, in that part of Marseille.

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"Sublime", Alfredo comments, carefully admiring each vessel, boat, platform, or even reflections of lights coming from underwater, the tiny islands, and their usual appartment complexes, and their resort stations, built on the shore. Fishing boats, sailing boats, Marseille was as peaceful and beautiful as ever, Pax Corsica, he thought.

We soon arrived at the Villa Orsini, with armed ships on the horizon guarding the island, a large perimeter interdicting flight and sail was enacted around the island for classified reasons, courtesy of the Police. The shuttle gracefully landed on the landing pad on the Villa, and the door opened, Alfredo jumped and lend his hand to Miss de Marco.

"Madame, je vous en prie", he said. It was his duty, as the gentleman he claims to be, to help her get off this armored shuttle without trouble.

After a silent walk, the guards enacted the orders given to them, and deactivated all defenses inside the Villa, and soon went back to the shuttle.
The door opened itself, leaving a beautiful, Mediterranean room, with a large table, and seats, awaiting only their future occupants.

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Cool OST - Click! - Changed 28th of Sept.