Long day... Long day indeed. Too much paperwork for any single individual to do, but when you are coordinating the building of a ship of that magnitude... It takes much time indeed. Ravenor looked out the window of his car as it was driving up towards the manor. So many things on his mind... the ship, the zoners, the gallics, the ZDF... He hoped that this little adventure would lead to something much better for the Zoners as a whole.
The manor loomed ahead. Large, spacious, full of grandeur. Ravenor had never been so privileged to ever dream of owning an estate such as this. He had always lived the life of a Navy man, even his little stint with Markus never really got him the money to have something like this, even if it was really good pay. As the car followed the path towards the house, Ravenor noticed a Rheinland vehicle pulling away. Irk'ing him just a little, he managed to maintain his temper and clear his head. There was an important meeting at hand and he was an Admiral of the Zoner Defense Forces, it was about time to act like one.
The car came to a halt and he stepped out the side. Pulling his dress blues down, to remove the crinkles in the front. Putting his cover on, he reached back in the car for his briefcase.
"Admiral," one of the caretakers spoke to him, "Welcome to the Cross Estate."
"Thank you," replied Gideon.
Ravenor began to walk up the steps towards the manor. Once he made it to the door, he was greeted by yet another caretaker.
"Admiral, welcome to the Cross Estate, if you would follow me, I'll take you to the meeting room."
Gideon took off his cover, put it under his arm, and then followed the caretaker down the corridors and tried his hardest to with hold his amazement at the grandeur of the house. It takes a lot to fascinate and old war bird such as himself, but this was getting at him. Almost caught by surprise, the caretaker stopped in front of him.
"Admiral, here is the meeting room, may I offer you a drink?" "Yes, thank you, I'll take a whiskey, straight."
Ravenor walked in the room and noticed 2 men speaking with each other. Taking a moment to recognize them, the caretaker handed him his drink, which Ravenor set on the table. He set his briefcase on the table, along with his hat, and walked over to the two men speaking.
"Mr. Cross and Ambassador Holliday, its a pleasure to see you too again."
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