"Ahoy there!" The four of them were greeted by a chipper and portly, middle-aged man dressed in a dark-blue pilot uniform, waving his aviator cap at them.
"Ahoy?" Denis echoed. "Since when do pilots say ahoy?"
"He used to be in the Hellenic Marines," Athena answered while waving back at the pilot. "Hi Stelios!"
"Hello, Athena!" a jovial smile split his bearded face as the pilot made his way down the jet's stairs to come and greet them. "Great to see you again, and welcome on board! So who are your friends?"
"Corinthia I believe you know," Athena patted the shoulder of the archaeologist, "then there's Denis Liber and his friend Konstantin 'Kostas' Petriadis. And this is our pilot, Stelios Papaloukas."
"Nice to meet you all," Stelios beamed as he quickly sized them up before extending a chubby fist and shook each of their hands. Denis was glad that Athena had skipped the Olympic family part as he still wanted to keep low-keyed and in the shadows. He thought he had a greater chance at sne