Good Luck, Mr Armstrong.

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Lupin completed his inspection of the moon base, commenting to the new base manager Lovelace had uploaded, “I admit, this has been a much different experience than building any of my other lairs.”

Antonio‘s broad accent reflected the corner of Mulberry and Canal streets rather than Piazza San Marco. “How come, Don Professore?”

Lupin quirked an eyebrow at the address. “I have never before collaborated on a design. The choices made have been… educational.”

“Hey patrizio, you want educational? Go check out the landing pad.”

Lupin stared out the window in amazement. “Is that Charlotte?”

“Si, Don Professore.”

“Oh. My.”

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