Intermission

[Chenzo-]

It had been a very, very long time since Chenzo had found himself approaching this area of Malta.

Gloomy hallways, a meeting room where dons of old massaged one another’s ego’s in dimly lit rooms. He hated it. Little action of any good came from this space.

On approach Chenzo found himself in what he thought to be entirely the wrong place. What was once an ill memory of nothing too aesthetically pleasing now stood a metropolis of industrial activity in what seemed perfect harmony with the land. The Hyperspace fleet had indeed changed a lot of things, this visual change was far from unwelcome.

Back within atmosphere and steadily cruising toward the headquarters, his alien engine whirring was the only thing which was out of place. Then again, meetings such of this magnitude can’t have been too much common place.

Thoughts of what Harabero had mentioned crossed his mind, what could possibly be wrong to make him voice such worries? Plantations were becoming more efficient than ever and security even tighter- The Don approached over the top of the industrial highway as if his sabre were a land vehicle, following the twists and turns, appreciating the architecture which opened up before him.

Looking for a place to set down, he parked at the rear of the main building. He knew no harm would come to him here, even if certain other Maltese representatives may not look upon him favourably.

Navigating his way through the building, it really was astonishing what a decade of interior design had done. How could his memory of such a place be so far from what it is now.

Entering the room with Harabero, he salutes gently and remarks

"Hola, senor. Astonishing what time has done to this place. How many are we expecting?"

There was much to discuss.

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