"Very good, sir." the troll growled as he headed down the road to the vast complex of the world’s busiest airport. Geraint sat in silence and looked in a cursory, disinterested fashion at the papers on top of the pile. Shared military maneuvers with the Spanish around Gibraltar were not really of major fascination to him right then. Leave it to the Ministry of Defense, he scrawled on top of the memo. The limo swerved around the endless circular road system and headed past Terminal 2, where most transcontinental suborbitals landed, and made for the much humbler landing field for internal flights.