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image that she’d seen of the pilot — his straight dark hair falling in his large brown eyes, and his cocky half-grin that revealed a dimple in his cheek — and the vision filled her with delight and intrigue. Rory could tell, just from the look on his face, that he was an adventure waiting to happen, and that’s how she felt about herself too.
    â€˜Where are you, Airman Gudrun?’ Aurora rolled on her side and closed her eyes to imagine.
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    Zeven and Mythric arrived in Heavensgate and, after a two-week stint in the desert, were more than ready for some rest and recreation. Zeven was almost sorry that he’d given up President Anselm’s apartment and all its attractive helpers, but he was equally ready for some time alone.
    Out at the desert facility, he’d found Mythric to be easy company as a flatmate, and a wise counsel in the workplace. Still, Zeven couldhardly wait to be let loose in a vehicle that did not have Mythric’s voice of reason urging caution through a speaker in his ear at every turn.
    â€˜You know that holiday you were having, before you got dragged to Sermetica to baby-sit me?’ Zeven queried as they headed for a debrief with President Anselm.
    â€˜What of it?’ Mythric attempted not to sound perturbed by the subject.
    â€˜I could arrange for you to resume it for the week, if you’d like?’
    Mythric waved off the idea. ‘I’d lose half the week in travel —’
    â€˜Not if you fly Air Starman, you won’t.’ Zeven winked, but Mythric seemed horrified.
    â€˜Although I appreciate the offer, I do not appreciate how candid you are about certain things, which you should not be so blasé about anywhere in civilisation.’
    Zeven cringed, wondering why he even bothered trying to make his partner’s life more exciting. ‘You know, for someone who has no kids, you sure sound like a father a lot!’
    â€˜That’s because you’re so bloody immature.’ Mythric calmly rebutted the insult as they headed past Anselm’s rows of secretaries.
    â€˜Am not!’ Zeven jested. ‘I’m just more in touch with my inner child,’ he announced in a serene manner, and Mythric finally cracked a smile.
    â€˜In touch? Possessed is more like it.’
    As they reached the presidential office, they were immediately shown inside.
    â€˜Well, aren’t we honoured,’ Mythric muttered to Zeven.
    â€˜I’ll tell you when I see my new wheels.’ Zeven rubbed his hands together, hoping Anselm had not forgotten the promises he’d made prior to his stint in the desert.
    â€˜Agent Zeon, Starman.’ Anselm rose and acknowledged them both. ‘You boys have caused quite a stir at the facility, I hear.’
    â€˜Hunzo shouldn’t be complaining.’ Zeven defended his techniques. ‘We’ve advanced their research years in just two weeks!’
    â€˜He is not complaining.’ Anselm smiled to reassure him. ‘In fact, he sent you a gift.’
    â€˜Really?’ Zeven was pleasantly surprised to hear this, as Hunzo had designed some of the most elite vehicles of all time! His mind raced back to his late teens to recall what Hunzo cars had been released around now, and his eyes began to water. ‘Not the Hunzo Borealis Sports Convertible?’ He almost choked on the query, as the possibility of driving the most lusted after car of his lifetime made his heart race. The car was not unlike the Hunzo stealth interceptor, as it was a concept vehicle that had a self-propelling, wind-generated turbine engine; this was the advent of Kestler’s once-theorised ambient energy.
    â€˜I wouldn’t know.’ Anselm grinned and pleaded ignorance. ‘You’ll have to wait and find out.’
    â€˜Why wait?’ Zeven objected.
    â€˜Because I have a couple of other matters to discuss with you first.’ Anselm invited Zeven and his partner to take a