He set down two black raku saucers and began to pour. "Now, alas, we must proceed."
Post time, Vance thought.
"Dr. Michael Vance." He lifted his saucer in a toast. "A scholar of the lost Aegean civilizations, a former operative of the Central Intelligence Agency, and finally a private consultant affiliated with a group of mercenaries. I had your file updated when I first heard you were involved. I see you have not been entirely idle since our last encounter."
"You haven't done too bad yourself." Vance toasted him back. "This new project is a big step up from the old days. Has a lot of style."
"It does indeed," he nodded. "I'm quite proud of our achievement here."
"You always thought big." Vance sipped again at his sake, warm and soothing.
"It's kind of you to have remembered." Mino drank once more, then settled his saucer on the tatami and looked up. "Of course, any questions you have, I would be—"
"Okay, how's this. What do you expect to get out of me?"
He laughed. "Why nothing at all. Our reunion here is merely intended to serve as a tutorial. To remind you and others how upsetting I find intrusions into my affairs."
"Then how about starting off this 'tutorial' with a look at your new plane?" Vance glanced around. "Guess I should call it Daedalus."