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[color=00ff66][b][h3]Christina[/h3][/b][/color]
Zeppelin #27, Gondola
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"Ware below!" Christina sung out, sliding down the ladder into the gondola, then eyeing the gold reserve through the window. "Are we done, yet? Because I need a bath, not this pitiful excuse for a shower, it's like being spat on. They must have a bath over there, don't you think?"

"Or has the [i]esercito popolare[/i] managed to sneak up on us?" The mechanic asked, raising an eyebrow. "Surely I am not the only one who wants to get clean?"