Independent Hitmen
31-10-2004, 17:13
New White House, J City
President Anderson emerged from his bedroom looking fresh and happy, he had ordered that the Secret Service allow him a good nights sleep, in fact it was now ten thirty and he had slept for over 12 hours.
There were no appointments today, just quite a long flight.
As he emerged out into the corridor the nearest Secret Service agent handed him two papers in a file.
“Thanks Mike”
The President scanned them and handed them back,
“I’ll read em on the plane, it’ll give me something to do”
“Yes Sir”
“Think I’ll head down to the room, hows Alex getting on?”
“The First Lady is on her way here Sir, she left Nieto four minutes ago. ETA is ten fourty eight.”
“Thanks.”
“Yes Sir.”
The agent turned and spoke into his microphone on his cuff, before following the President down the hallway, past several others, each of whom the President greeted with a “Morning” or “Hi” and then their first names.
When he reached the door at the end he opened it and headed inside. In the room was the Chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff, General Siler, who was standing next to a chair without his jacket on.
“Morning Sir” he said as the President walked in.
“Ready for a thrashing John?” the President said as he rubbed his hands together.
“Not today Sir” he smiled back.
“Alrighty then lets get it on!”
The President sprang across the room and flicked the switch on the playstation sitting next to the TV, and threw a controller to the General.
Four Hours Later, on a UH-60 approaching Nieto Air Force Base
The President looked out of the window, he loved travelling in helicopters, and watched as the perimeter fence swept under the helicopter as it began its descent into the sprawling military base.
Behind came two more helicopters ferrying the rest of the Presidential staff and security that would be accompanying him on this visit. Opposite him sat the Secretary of State Joe Alder and next to him his wife, whilst the rest of the helicopter was full of Secret Service Agents.
The helicopter flared as the Marine Colonel piloting it tenderly changed the position of the controls and quickly yet comfortably landed on the pad a bare twenty metres from the converted 747-400 that would take the President on his long journey.
As the head of the security detail got the all clear from base security the door on the helicopter opened and the President and the rest of the occupants left it and headed for the stairs that led up to the aircraft, the Presidents jacket being caught in the warm breeze that was flowing over the airfield.
Once he had reached the top he turned and waved to the usual bank of television and newspaper cameras arrayed at the feet of the stairs and then entered into the cabin.
Immediately to his left were two Secret Service Agents standing next to his private suite and office. To his right stood the flight crew, with whom he shook hands and got a rough journey time.
When everybody was onboard the engines were started and the aircraft eased its way towards the runway, before turning into the wind and roaring into the sky, as soon as it had begun its assent it was joined by a pair of fighters and together they turned North East to begin the long journey.
In his cabin President Anderson checked a last couple of items on his schedule with his assistant Dan.
“Ok thanks Dan. Oh did we get the sightseeing we asked for?”
“Yes Sir. The day after tomorrow you will be shown around the Kremlin and Red Square, the RF Government were more than happy to oblige, considering the treaty we are singing with them.”
President Anderson emerged from his bedroom looking fresh and happy, he had ordered that the Secret Service allow him a good nights sleep, in fact it was now ten thirty and he had slept for over 12 hours.
There were no appointments today, just quite a long flight.
As he emerged out into the corridor the nearest Secret Service agent handed him two papers in a file.
“Thanks Mike”
The President scanned them and handed them back,
“I’ll read em on the plane, it’ll give me something to do”
“Yes Sir”
“Think I’ll head down to the room, hows Alex getting on?”
“The First Lady is on her way here Sir, she left Nieto four minutes ago. ETA is ten fourty eight.”
“Thanks.”
“Yes Sir.”
The agent turned and spoke into his microphone on his cuff, before following the President down the hallway, past several others, each of whom the President greeted with a “Morning” or “Hi” and then their first names.
When he reached the door at the end he opened it and headed inside. In the room was the Chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff, General Siler, who was standing next to a chair without his jacket on.
“Morning Sir” he said as the President walked in.
“Ready for a thrashing John?” the President said as he rubbed his hands together.
“Not today Sir” he smiled back.
“Alrighty then lets get it on!”
The President sprang across the room and flicked the switch on the playstation sitting next to the TV, and threw a controller to the General.
Four Hours Later, on a UH-60 approaching Nieto Air Force Base
The President looked out of the window, he loved travelling in helicopters, and watched as the perimeter fence swept under the helicopter as it began its descent into the sprawling military base.
Behind came two more helicopters ferrying the rest of the Presidential staff and security that would be accompanying him on this visit. Opposite him sat the Secretary of State Joe Alder and next to him his wife, whilst the rest of the helicopter was full of Secret Service Agents.
The helicopter flared as the Marine Colonel piloting it tenderly changed the position of the controls and quickly yet comfortably landed on the pad a bare twenty metres from the converted 747-400 that would take the President on his long journey.
As the head of the security detail got the all clear from base security the door on the helicopter opened and the President and the rest of the occupants left it and headed for the stairs that led up to the aircraft, the Presidents jacket being caught in the warm breeze that was flowing over the airfield.
Once he had reached the top he turned and waved to the usual bank of television and newspaper cameras arrayed at the feet of the stairs and then entered into the cabin.
Immediately to his left were two Secret Service Agents standing next to his private suite and office. To his right stood the flight crew, with whom he shook hands and got a rough journey time.
When everybody was onboard the engines were started and the aircraft eased its way towards the runway, before turning into the wind and roaring into the sky, as soon as it had begun its assent it was joined by a pair of fighters and together they turned North East to begin the long journey.
In his cabin President Anderson checked a last couple of items on his schedule with his assistant Dan.
“Ok thanks Dan. Oh did we get the sightseeing we asked for?”
“Yes Sir. The day after tomorrow you will be shown around the Kremlin and Red Square, the RF Government were more than happy to oblige, considering the treaty we are singing with them.”