Alexander called a limo service that served the airport's private hangars and told them the number of the hangar they were parked in, requesting transport for one, while the rest of the group started filing out of the aircraft, glad to stretch their legs.
Everyone went to Aapo, wishing their farewells, as he nodded and kept words to a minimum, trying to look at them as little as possible while his face burned up.
It was easy to see for all of them that we didn't like goodbyes, and most of them were comprehensive about it, keeping their words to a minimum.
But not everyone was so thoughtful.
"Thanks for coming, Aapo!" David's voice echoed from the plane's staircase.
"I hope you come with us again on the next hunts, dude!" he added, not even bothering to leave the stairs.
Aapo waved his hand, not turning around, thinking it was enough of an answer. But David wasn't satisfied.
"What, not gonna answer?" he asked mockingly.
