[Morning (EST), Tuesday March 23, 2077; The beach, nr Portland, North of Boston]

With the Harlequinade having disappeared off somewhere the palpable tension in the air disappeared with a smile and a joke and the trio began their walk to the beach in the pleasant spring sunshine. It was an auspicious start to a journey, although a little odd to be so open about a clandestine meeting with a border jumping smuggler. Presumably the right palms had been greased to look the other way when the T-bird shot inevitably over relatively civilised parts undoubtedly breaking numerous air traffic control regulations?!? There was a lot of the UCAS to fly through before they needed to worry about border force though, hopefully the accommodations on board wouldn’t be too cramped, after all, T-birds were military stock craft and not renowned for their comfort.

As they crested the dunes leading down to the beach they saw their destination as promised, a figure busily hauling off a radar cloaking mesh and stowing it away, presumably their pilot. Leaning nonchalantly against the side of the snub nosed beast was another elf…one Alessandra recognised…

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