The weekend arrived quickly, and a series of departures unfolded with it. Out of politeness, Khan attended the set-offs and teleports of his closest classmates, exchanging simple promises that prepared the ground for future cooperation. More of those events happened by lunchtime, but Khan didn't take those lightly.
George, Anita, Wayne, Khan, and Monica had gathered in a simple hangar. A few teams roamed through the area, but most of the soldiers appointed to the location were outside to keep the crowds of curious onlookers away from the ships.
A relatively big ship stood before the group, and a few soldiers walked up and down its metal staircase to arrange the luggage. They were almost done with the task, so the time for goodbyes inevitably arrived.
"Son of a forgettable woman," George scoffed, his voice turning into a sigh when he saw the soldiers loading the last luggage. "Try to call more than once a year."
