Candon's Na-T4b Shuttle
In the bedroom of a
Cargo Container Home in the cargo bay of his
Na-T4b shuttle Candon finished buttoning up a loose fitting flower-print shirt to complete the island tourist look.
"Excuse me, sir."
Candon stiffened in surprise. Javier, the mimic computer tasked with flying and maintaining the ship was always so quiet he'd forget he wasn't alone. "Sir, we're approaching Lake Island, ten minutes out. I would advise bringing a weapon with you. There is a high likelihood of her using this secluded place to kill you without any witnesses."
"Is that so?" Candon responded sarcastically, "Well then you'd better be ready to run for it so there's a witness."
"I will do that if necessary," Javier answered, "it may be more practical to simply leave and return with reinforcements."
"What reinforcements, Javi?" Candon demanded rhetorically, "she is the reinforcement. I need her help to get things moving, I need every single person I can reach out to. I'm way too invested to let security concerns interfere with this meeting. Thank you for your concern, now please go land the shuttle."
"Yes, sir," Javier replied, still standing there.
"Like a normal pilot, please."
"Right away, sir," Javier confirmed as he headed for the cockpit.
Approaching Lake Island
The sleek two-toned white and black shuttle came to hover over the designated landing pad landing with its rear cargo ramp/door facing the center of the island. The door opened with a hiss as it hinged downward to serve as a ramp as. Candon emerged from the cargo bay to see what appeared to be an island resort.