Early the third morning many of the passengers were woken by sudden turbulence that heralded entry into the lower spheres of Lübeck's atmosphere. The investigative would find Hans already sat in his cockpit, despite the early hours. He sipped a coffee, hands away from the controls, clearly satisfied to trust the autopilot despite the turbulence, but close inspection revealed vigilant eyes that scanned gauges and meters. It wasn't long before touchdown. An excellently pre-planed decent allowed for minimal atmospheric flight. Bearly more than an hour later Hans' back and forth with ground control could be heard.<br/><br/>Finally, the ship touched down gently. The surrounding spaceport was something much more recognizable than the one from which the travel departed. A handful of runways hosted relatively frequent takeoffs and landings. After landing the ship was quickly taxied off the runway. In the meanwhile, Hans had emerged from his cockpit and gathered the belongings he had packed the previous night. When it was time he was the first to debark and guide the rest to the terminal. Hans led the group through customs, a process that was thankfully much shorter on the receiving end.<br/><br/>From the spaceport, everyone continued by shuttle to the hotel where they would stay until the next day's meeting. Only a few other passengers shared the shuttle, but among the luggage it was enough to bring it near capacity. Hans took his luggage to the back of the shuttle and procured a seat. He invited the others to sit around with him. The shuttle cruised away from the spaceport and further into downtown Wolfsburg. While humble by the means of primary Inner Sphere planets, the city managed to be respectable. A modest skyline continued growing as the heart of the city grew closer. Hans leaned in and quietly gathered the others' attention. "I'm wondering why I hadn't asked earlier, but what do all of you know exactly about our employer?"