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News bulletin: 12 June, 1937
The Jupiter! A marvel of modern aviation! Darling of the Italian ace and Zeppelin tycoon, Giulio Vargas. This zeppelin, named for the Roman god of thunder, is fully equipped for overnight travel. With the latest in aeronautics technology, living quarters for long trips, around-the-clock domestic staff and mechanics ready at a moment’s notice, and ten reserve fuel tanks.
In 1934, Giulio personally took his two grandsons, Feliciano and Lovino, on a trip around the world in this very zeppelin. And now it is officially open to the public, complete with a ceremony in Rome.
“I am very glad to be able to share with all of you, the wonder I myself have experienced thanks to the Jupiter.”
The Jupiter will lift off from Rome and make stops in Berlin, Paris, London, Washington, Tokyo, and more in another trip around the world. Seats on the Jupiter are limited so call now to reserve your spot on the best that aviation has to offer.
Arthur sat next to the radio in the Paris office, the same one he shared with Francis and Emma ever since the end of the Great War, pouring over papers, bills, and notices sprawled out over his desk. If the three of them didn’t get a case, and soon, they’d lose the office.
“Bonjour, Arthur,” Emma greeted in her chipper attitude. She held a bag of fresh produce in her hands, “I’m back from the grocers.”
“That’s nice Emma,” Arthur looked up at the Belgian woman and then back down at his desk.
Emma set the bag down on a nearby counter and walked over to Arthur, “I also found this in our mailbox,” she handed the Englishman a letter and he opened it, “so where’s Francis? I’ve not seen him all day.”
“He’s taking a nap upstairs,” Arthur answered as he read the letter. His eyes tracing every scrawl on the paper.
“What does it say?”
Arthur reached into the open envelope and pulled out three tickets. “We’ve been invited to the first public flight of the Jupiter,” Arthur continued reading and his face grew pale, “someone is plotting to kill Giulio Vargas.”