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"It's time," spoke Emile. A short middle aged man with grey hair, Emile was a veteran of the art of cooking. The way he used Velerian spices was unparalleled. Not an achievement anyone could gloat about, but still.

"Why now?," asked Klosse. The German-descent stood near Emile, toying with his butter knife. They stood in the main supplies office contemplating on whether to steal the bottle of Illyrian champagne the head chef had saved for himself. Another man stood near Emile.

"Just get on with it," spoke Jonas, devoid of expressions as usual. Klosse looked at Jonas and spoke, "Don't get so excited. Someone call Vladimir and ask him where the head chef is." Emile took his cell out and called Vladimir. After ten rings, Vladimir picke up, "What?"

"Where bossman?" asked Emile. "Who?" responded Vladimir, clearly sleepy. Jason tensed up, "Dude, bossman. Head chef. What are you doing?"

"Answering a person who is not allowing me to sleep," responded Vladimir and ended the call. Emile turned back to his mates slowly as the door opened and gave a weak smile. "That bastard," muttered Jonas, still devoid of emotions.

The group faced Jewls, the head chef. "What are you three doing here?"
"Uhmm... Uhh..." started Klosse...
"Well, now that you are here..."

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"Man," started a happy Emile, "That champagne was the best I've ever had." The three musketeers walked happily along the central walkway of the class 2 living area. "True," spoke Jonas as he waved at his subordinate chef, Logan. The was over for them, for a while. Jonas hoped the strain of war wouldn't affect the chirpy guy; he considered Logan as his little brother.

"Man, how am I going to have that bland juice that they give us now that I have tasted the nectar of the Gods?," Klosse feigned despair.
"Which is his room?" asked Jonas. "619. I'm looking forward to this," replied Emile, a murderous glee in his eyes.

Two minutes later they reached Room 619. Each room in Class 2 housed two people. The door was open and Jonas touched it with suspicion. The door creaked open revealing a bleeding Vladimir on the ground, groaning in pain. Jonas rushed in to pick him up and Klosse and Emile supported Jonas.

"What happened?!" shouted Emile anxiously.
"Don't know. Kloasse, get a doctor quickly" spoke Jonas immediately but Klosse was already halfway down the hallway. Emile called the ship's emergency services.

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2 hours later

"How is he?" asked a concerned Klosse. Emile and Jonas stood with him facing the doctor, searching for the answer on the doctor's face. The look on the doctor's face wasn't encouraging.

"Doesn't look that good. Still unconscious. He seems to have gotten this injury during the mission when his plane was shot, but he managed to hide it," spoke the doctor while guiding them through the place, through the other patients, towards the ward where Vladimir was. Just as Emile feared, it was the ICU.

"But on the phone he sounded fine. And he was okay when we asked him to help us," said Emile nervously. The doctor turned around in surprise...