Texas, Houston, George Bush Intercontinental Airport.
Victor Glover walked down the boarding stairs and immediately spotted the NACA welcoming fleet.
But he wasn't the slightest bit delighted; instead, he turned and cursed at the Canadian, Jeremy, behind him:
"Fuck, I haven't even seen our nuke explode, nor have I been to the red-light district!"
"Victor, but our launch date coincides with the missile launch date, so we wouldn't see it anyway.
But you really didn't go to the red-light district? Where did you run off to all of yesterday then?"
"Huh? The place I went to yesterday was way more interesting than the red-light district, flying over the nuclear blast central zone—that was literally hell!"
The two of them chatted as they got into the business van one after the other, and it took another two hours to arrive at the Houston Space Center.
