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father is in the Paking, then I need as quickly as possible then. This is the best. What about the fleet? Even a flying base is there, or just scrap this old heap? " "? What do you mean" Willi asks angrily: "The old seagull flies like an angel! At least this is still good old real handmade fly! "Henley pulls a face. "I'll fly up, if you will. Trifle. " Opa Willi tinkering for ages in his stead, Seagull 'I MOW-rum. One of the last old-type aircraft, before the time of the first visitors from the Raah and your Flycas. Since there is no conventional fuel to buy more, he admits to filling the empty surrounding pharmacies or any fuel burns itself substitutes for alcohol. The start is a sensation, less because of the blue smoke, but rather because of the fact that I actually MOW eventually takes off. The sprawling lawn behind the estate ranges from just this. Some trees in the northwest rear look as though beheaded. "What do you mean" Henley asks the group. "Oh yes, flying, jet," says Svinenysh immediately without trace of a threat to discover. Patchara lowers her head and shaking him slightly. Opa Willi has even more in store: "Desperate Times. Largely because of this Torg Yuri Petrovich, the military spokesman of Her Majesty. What a Rottweiler, this General. They should leave us alone! " "Well, whatever the case. My Seagull is perhaps old as the hills, but I'm technically weapons up to date! Here, I am armed, have the latest series of gun fire there. " He gout over to an old secretary and pulls out some of these self-loading pistols. Henley grabs one and puts them on. The ammunition is elegant, flattering and very hard to distinguish from a normal to a belt holder Comm. The fully automatic rapid-fire silenced handgun itself is extremely lightweight and fits comfortably in your hand. Amazing what modern mechanics is capable of. "This is excellent ballistics," Willi says proudly. "I'll give you three pair for emergencies! Woe unto you play around with it! The hollow-point bullets on the belt last for several thousand rounds! " "Are hundreds of cartridges. On the side to set the speed. If you're careless, you empty the magazine fired in a second. " "The ammo itself is extremely toxic. Hydra-Shok heads with lead Dorn, perfect mushrooming with maximum impact. "Patchara flinches, her stomach turns around. Does the serious? "Be glad I have you greeted with my old gun, but who wants to like a corpse in the backyard." Opa Willi laughs out loud, but the children ..., especially Patchara has a very queasy feeling in my stomach. Her is more than the others realize that they are on any vacation trip. Only in an absolute emergency, you would be willing to explain these monsters to create a weapon. "Now's then on to the next shock" you muttering to himself, as the troops marched into an old warehouse. Oh no, over there you is yes: MOW-I, a true museum piece. "What an amazing sight!" Grandpa Willis is immediately comment. He goes to a dusty chest and digs out some old-fashioned spectacles. "As co-pilot: Here are your glasses. My quick gull of course, has a cockpit, but it takes sometimes. Particularly at cruising speed. " Patchara snorts through the baking, but does so just as you were called. Henley itself has set up a questioning glance. Only the adventurous Svinenysh with fervor here. Opa Willi climbs behind the wheel, Svinø jumps from zero to place next to the copilot. Patchara and Henley put in row two. "Then I'll fire up the bird time" says Willi, and presses the start button. "Plotz, plop!" Astonishing: the propellers begin to spin. Back of the blue exhaust smoke it. Even penetrate into the cockpit of some gases, Patchara cough around, waving your hand in front of the nose. The grass runway is reached or Hoppel, Opa Willi's scale. MOW-I cracks and crashes will be significantly faster, but no trace of lift. The avenue of trees at the end of the park comes to fast. Right behind the mansions Syntaris, this creates crash made the front pages of newspapers. Patchara, though otherwise very controlled, gets into a panic. "Wiiih pull up, up, fast!" She screams at the highest distress Below you will fly the sheets. Willi again maintains the garden, fresh shave for the Park Avenue. Cleverly, he swung one of two villas, and then finally you gain altitude. Up you go, in two senses: High to the north, to the Paking.

(XXVI) Emergency landing in Sarpsborg "Huuuwu brrr, it is unpleasant travel" thinks Svinenysh while he is permanently shaken. Here in the SVO-old I had a co-pilot still real problems. Constantly fogs up the windshield. Although the homemade Heizbirnen running at full speed all have non-Willi boulders of ice on the feet. "Hawuboo" he grunts now clearly audible. No emotion at Mr. Rechtenwerck pilot, so he has to ask verbally. Svinenysh trying to formulate as clearly as possible, a big mistake: "Holla hu wa! Exactly where we fly out to sail on it? " Opa Willi naturally understands a word, so it must Henley translated: says "Ruba colleague where we fly accurately. Sarpsborg is clear, however, then? " Now finally understands the question the pilot, he replied: "Oh yes, we fly to Kviteseid's second largest city in Sarpsborg. The wild Paking wiedermal celebrate a festival. What exactly do not know. In any case, your father is there. " "At least he should still be there to meet." Willi said then sheepishly. The area beneath you is changing, is rugged and hilly. Coniferous forests dominate the picture now. Patchara beblinzelt prefer your Comm. She takes as much as possible purely on this rough bunch. What are these people and what is this species? The tribe was the ruler of this world Paking up to the first arrivals via Deep Shot about 250 years ago. The popular conception of an alien relative has quickly through you. Thus a tedious process as an evolution similar to that is immense. It was nevertheless surprised to meet us with an accurate mirror image. Is it still in the old world, in Raah system alone, more deviation. Just think about the Ruba or Eemits. Rau peacefully, but very smart and cautious. More nerds who want to be left alone and party-goers Biersaufende barbarians. To be described. In addition to your Mukke be getting used to, but after Svinenyshs Andras Galactic and the howling can check off in advance. Now that is gone right down in Kviteseid, in the heartland of Paking. Oh yes, your town: The all sound as if it is a philosophical war lord has come up after twelve beers. "Very funny," thinks the young diplomat's daughter. You will have to hear your thoughts torn when suddenly popping Smoked end. Worse it gets. Opa Willi flounder around with some buttons and beats on an ad. It's getting too much for you: "What is that?" She asked shrilly. "Got fuel gauge" muttered the pilot. "This stupid pharmacies substitute fuel is used up too quickly. Fortunately we are almost there, but strapped to a better you. Is rough. " Zack. Four straps click. This satisfies an announcement. MOW-I to lose altitude quickly. Oh no, a glider is different. "In an absolute emergency, I blast you out," Willi says casually now. "But first I try this elegant bird somehow bring down in one piece. There is still hope. " "Lalala" - Grandpa Willy begins to sing to. "Also, it still" thinks Patchara and holds his hands in front of your eyes. Coming from the exhaust now only flopps, shortly before the engine completely refuses to work. "Now it would soon be seen on the festival grounds ..." Willi trying too hard to look beyond the forest. "These are some pine too much for my taste." "If this keeps up I'll get out hau!" Even Grandpa Willy is now nervous. Then, just before almost certain someone yells: "Rear lights continue to shine full sail. Again! Everything! " The pilot sees it now, finally, with his last strength, just some spruces are already shaved, achieved in your last convulsions MOW-I, the festival grounds. The impact is severe. All occupants hanging in your harness. Svinenysh forward it pulls the goggles off his head. A small drop of purple blood running from his nose. Opa Willi has a laceration on the head. Nevertheless, he holds the tax. He must try through the first parked Flycas get through unscathed. Hoppel brakes on this wet meadow next to impossible. Do all he can do is try to meet anyone and hoping that the old plane finally comes to a standstill. Eventually the time has come. From all sides flocking to Paking. Even the fire department rolls, unnecessarily, is not a single drop more fuel on board. Soon the plane of long-haired blond Paking is surrounded. Opa Willi unlocks the doors, the rise of four passengers. They immediately put Patchara Petch-a-boon care of Svinenysh's injury. A particularly notable native carves its way through the crowd. He has a little girl by the hand. Henley recognize him immediately: It is Eivind Lund chief bards of the region, along with his eleven year old daughter Eevi. Westerburg of Leviathan, his father, but no trace. He quickly gets an overview of the crash site. Opa Willi Association recognizes it, despite the head. "William Rechtenwerck! You again. What is it this time? "Eevi curious peeks out from behind your father. "The young Westerburg, Henley wanted to speak with his father, because I thought I did once fly up quickly after your Kviteseid to celebrating your ... what again?" Said Willi and maintains his association. Eivind, Eevi and some other wild Northmen then look at the rest of the passengers of the crashed machine to detail. "September Fest, we celebrate the start of strawberry season," said Eivind "Look! Henley to Westerburg "- peeping Eevi even harder in his direction -" what are the other for souvenirs "? Svinenysh is uncomfortable because of the rough fellows. He has his hands between his legs, crouches on the floor and let his pupils radar-like from left to right move. Patchara Petch-a-boon is standing next to him and pats his shoulder reassuringly. "Hello Mr. Lund Bard" Henley says finally, "these are my friends from over there. Is my father still here? " "No, this morning departed. Bad news has been in the luggage. If that's all right ... "He is interrupted by Opa Willi: "Of course it's true! Who want to take control. Hypatia, the first high precision along with your puppet Yuri Petrovich. When's the last catch on? They should leave us alone! " Eivind Lund bard himself buffeted by events in recent nods, thoughtfully. Shade below his blue eyes. "Yes, there was truth to it," he finally answers. "That's why I'm here!" Explodes off Henley. "We have learned that you whole robot units screw together at the Exo to attack you! I wanted to tell my father personally. " Eivind leans back a little and keeps his chin: "Henley, in honor of your imagination, but believe me, your father and I, we have that under control. Just yesterday, we discussed what happens if again, then ... " "That's enough!" Henley goes in between "it's much more. Even Rebelkov's in on it. Make experiments. New bots and prohibited weapons. " Eivind appeased: "Henley. What happened was terrible. For all, of course, for me, too. "He looks sadly at the floor. "But look, all of it sealed here in the so-called new world together even more. Since the need to mount up even more. " "Besides the pure speculation. To date we have no evidence. Why on earth should the Imperial Crown to do that? We are also part of your empire. We even accept. Since the space tunnel stable political conditions in a watertight system of power. Much