152 Familiarity

Far, far away from Iqeavea, back in Hidros; a plane got readied. Karlson stood by and watched. The cargo filled rapidly with boxes containing God's ale. "Boss, we're ready to take off," one of the henchmen spoke.

  "Alright, everything has been prepared. The airfield should be ready for landing at any given time tomorrow," nothing more needed to be said. The engine fired up, it roared. About 50,000 worth of gold coins were loaded. So much money just from a drink that most don't know its origin let alone its name. 

The plane took off in the background. Karlson's car drove out, he sat at the back and thought; the face seemed worried. 'That was the last batch of God's ale we'll be able to send this month. I know not if our supplier has died or something bad happened. All that is sure is that contact has been lost," cigar in mouth, a problem surfaced yet again.