It was not good news. In fact, it was terrible.
The coordinates were on an uninhabitable part of the earth near an ancient city called London. From documentaries I had seen, it had previously been an important center of commerce and finance.
I took out the leaflet. It contained information on how to receive payment but little else. We were to meet a guy called Sol, it contained no description. With thoughts of the competition, I ignited the spacecraft and we left the thin atmosphere of the planet.
There was no sign of any Empire craft in the vicinity. We joined a large convoy on its way to the Earth, probably one of the Poles. We could peel off as we drew closer.
Tabitha told me that she would analyze where and when would be best to land by logging into orbiting satellites and downloading any weather reports from the planet.
As we expected, there was a red warning for that part of Europe. Despite, its northerly position, a warm front from the Caribbean makes it unbearably hot most of the time.
“I’ve got it,” Tabitha said from the rear.
“The World Meteorological Service is predicting a cold front to pass over London in two days. We just need to slow our approach.”
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