The Osprey soon made its landing onto the western runway of the installation. As it drove through the taxi way with its propellors slowly turning upwards, a convoy of military vehicles advanced towards the aircraft. Their body painted in jet-black as attack helicopters hovered above them.
The ramp slowly opened outward, and Abraham made his way to stand on the taxiway of the western airport. The touch of concrete along with its smoothness made him smile, though felt a bit complicated. After all, with how well-maintained the installation was, its expenses would correlate to it.
"Quite a big and intriguing place." Abraham muttered under his breath, gazing at the protruding central tower of the artificial island in the distance. It perhaps reached the height of a kilometer, which was quite an engineering marvel for the standards of the foreign world.
