NationStates Jolt Archive

The sun beats down upon a cityscape filled with gothic architecture. A city filled with construction workers rebuilding a city following a recent war and financial agents running round managing what was still a powerhouse of an economy for a country so small.
Deep in the city centre a security cordon surrounded an ornate red brick palace. Tanks and helicopters, soldiers and agents virtually quaranteed the area. Inside a vast mahogany table would be the centre stage for the conference. The room was filled with gold and exotic wood furnishings. The Chancellor was waiting flanked by two bodyguards.

This would be a monumental occasion and so the doors opened.......

The CH-53 lifted off the Wasp-class assault carrier and preceded to the Maslawyian coastline, where it would head for the city. "this is Shadowflight three, can we have escort?" the pilot said over the radio to the Maslawyian control tower. "We're heading for the conference. can you tell us where to go?"

"This is Airport Control. Your message has been forwarded to us. Our location is being sent to you as we speak via a comlink. At the airport a security convoy is waiting to take the minister and his guards to the conference."

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