It had been a long flight. Eric had stopped a number of times and each one had been in taverns that got progressively worse, he had had some of the worst beer he had ever tasted. He wouldn't drown his enemies in the swill he had been sold. It was almost a godsend when he spotted the familiar looking rocks near Sicily. CIrcling the rocks a number of times he lined the plane up for the descent. Angling for the descent the view caused him to reminisce of the times gone by. The raids, the hijackings and dogfights returned to him like a punch in the gut. He hadn't realised how much he had actually missed it. The plane hit the surf gently and slid into the sea cave majestically, as he pulled it up alongside Wolfgang's he threw a rope out to the same rocks that Wolfgang had just thrown his own rope. Mooring the plane he looked the old girl over. The 'Sea Cow' was what he had named her and she would soon be raiding the med again. Pulling himself out of the cockpit he looked down at the paunch that had developed over the years that he had been out of the business, god he looked like shit. Tieing up the other end of the line he sauntered towards the rusted door that had kept them safe so many years ago. Pushing the creaking iron open he spotted the big man himself.

Wolfgang was a good man by all accounts and Fredrik had a lot of time for him, though after all these years why in the hell did he want the Wolves back together. Wolfgang had a family and all of them were well off, there was no need for this anymore so he would be interested to know why the pack was being called in again. 

[i]"Wolfgang you man beast, it has been too long friend. How have you been I feel like we should have met up sooner. I assume I am one of the first to arrive?"[/i]