Of Paint, Secrets, and a Man in a Scarf. [Open]

A Frankenstein ship? Just what exactly was he getting into. A Madien Viper, however, is not a bad ship. Brand new, she may not be the fastest or the most agile, but if in the hands of a professional, she could surely whip some of those new hotshots in the most comfortable and reliable. Frankenstein though, meant she was torn to hell and back. Although, and Ludwig knows prices of parts like the back of his hand, he could make her showroom worthy for the equivalent of a brick of carbonized steel. Which is expensive. Like, his black personalized blades expensive.

But Ludwig could do it and for his brother, cause he's pretty confident that this man is indeed his brother, it was nothing. He'd make sure that Gilbert rode the skies in style, but in safety too. Making sure that Gilbert's safety came first is Ludwig's major concern.

Sinister was right. The place he needed to hit was big and nasty. Lots of security and guards and walls three feet deep. A few explosives and Ludwig should have a clear path. Snatching a notepad, he scribbled the model number, name, and who makes them in a scruffy handwriting so anyone on the outside trying to read it quickly wouldn't understand. Ludwig gave him a glare as if to tell Gilbert off on his curiosity.