Hearing screams, thunder and an alarm, I moved away from the tied up captain of the escort ship, in whose cabin I decided to spend the last night before arriving in Venus, and went to the deck, dressing as I went.
I heard through the grapevine that the Press Secretary finished his first day of flying lessons at Camp Voliya. Every day of his lessons is a day less of him serving me. I decided to send him a text summoning him to my farmstead
