Patric sat down in the crew cabin of his plane, waiting.
Today would mark the pinnacle of a plan four hundred years in the making. A plan that he dedicated his entire self to, going as far as provoking global conflicts just to set the stage for what was happening right now, just to ensure his former master would be mistaken about one, single thing.
'I wonder how she's doing,' Patric thought, taking a look outside through the open side door leading directly to the crew's cabin.
His plane wasn't of any design formerly accepted by the world. It wasn't a fighter jet, a transportation vehicle, or a weird combination of plane and heli that combined the downsides of both for no real benefit but a scary appearance and huge size.
It was the peak design that could only work thanks to the benefits of the technology Daniel introduced through the conglomerate.