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"I suppose we should start the journey" Hisperians Consul Ieremias Adams told the party of 8 which Included Iana P. Corigan, Foreign affairs Chief and the wife of Ieremias. 5 Body Guards carrying concealed P7 Series service pistols were standing nearby waiting for the Political leaders to step on board.

The Consul was in his finest linen. He was flaunting off a His favorite black and Red pinstriped sit and both of the women were wearing Hisperians Colors. The 1st Lady had on a Red dress with a darker green scarf and Ms. Iana was in the opposite. Adams checked his suitcase to see if he had enough for the package he was receiving at the ball. He then helped the ladies on to the plane and set sail for Belle Cote.

Iana looked at the Party list and it read as follows:
Hisperians
Roma v
Kurona
Van Luxemburg
Indonesian States?
Zinaire
Sarrowquand
United Earthlings
Kryozerkia-Dor Cirion-FarFlorin

ooc: What are u guys waiting for?

ooc: I don't like being the first besides topic creator... But, I may as well...

Ic: Emperor Cyan Barack entered the plane followed by his Chief Advisor Karfka, who was flanked by three muscular body guards all carrying experimental machine guns recently developed by scientists in Dectubech.

Cyan had been looking forward to the ball for a long while. It promised to be interesting, and a good social event. He had a flair for social events. His wife would have been attending, but she had recently come down with the flu, and was indisposed.

Karfka on the other hand, wasn't enthusiastic. Then again, he almost never showed his emotions. He considered it a weakness. But he really was only here to help improve foreign relations and to prevent his Emperor (who got a little talkative under the influence of wine, which he loved) from spilling any information that was not to be known.

The plane took off. The two government officials and their bodyguards would arrive at the ball within 6 hours.

Safran Ballroom, Belle-Côte, Zinaire

Safran in Belle-Côte, a sunny city on Zinaire's south coast, was typically picturesque. The magnolias in the courtyard were in full bloom and the sun was shining through the glass roof of the ballroom. Although the party guests would certainly enjoy the sun, the national policemen dressed in black tactical gear certainly did not. Almost all of the ZNPD (http://wikistates.outwardhosting.com/wiki/Zinairian_National_Police_Department) officers in Belle-Côte and the entire national reserve had been called to Safran to provide security for the ball's high profile guests. Fifteen special response teams and a SWAT team were parked in the rear lot. At the venue's main gate and at the ballroom's front entrance, police had set up checkpoints to confirm that those arriving were indeed on the guest list and not carrying prohibited weapons. Inside the ballroom and in the courtyard, ZNPD officers in suits stood conspicuously. Several snipers were also positioned overlooking the gate with more ready to be positioned in the event of an emergency.

Prime Minister's Residence, 1 National Plaza, Zinaire City

Kristin Bishop was currently in the process of coaxing her husband, Prime Minister Gregory Bishop, into a helicopter. It wouldn't have been such a struggle if the helicopter wasn't taking them to a surprise party on the other side of the country. As it was, Kristen was trying to get her husband to take a couple days off from work and go to the southern coast but Gregory, a famous workaholic, was having none of it. Finally, an exasperated Mrs. Bishop went to the basement fuse box and shut off power to her husband's study. His computer screen black and powerless, the prime minister grudgingly followed his wife to the waiting Bell 430 where three Diplomatic Defense Battalion guards were already seated.

The three Dominion guests stood basking in the Belle-Côte sun. With them stood three members of the Dominion Special Reserve Force acting as escort and two aides dressed all in grey. The first guest Peter Etearian was dressed in a light blue suit with a golden shirt and gold cufflinks he breathed deeply enjoying the sea air, turning to the second guest Dissie Helon, a thirty year old dressed in the grey and purple of a mid level bureaucrat, he cleared his throat to attract her attention from the papers on Zinarian customs that her aides were showing her.

"I'm glad the Bureau was able to arrange border passes for us Di, I've wanted to see Zinaire for awhile."
The Grey Bureaucrat turned to face him offering a quick wink before she replied,
"It was nothing and besides I myself am not about to complain about my first chance to go over seas. I do wish it wasn't such a rush
then we could have confirmed our itinerary first. I would have liked to have already sorted out our transport to the ball, it will be staff cars I suppose, I don't think Zinaire favours trains and I know that they hate limos."
"Are those those motor vehicles that are all streched out and full of luxuries?"
"Something like that. What I don't get about them is why bother aproximating a train and not just take one?"

At his the third guest broke in,
"Not every state has such heavy public transport systems. Oh! I wonder if we can find a bike rental somewhere."
"Oh come on Johua" replied Di, "you must know how bicycles fair on these streets besides we have a schedule to keep and I doubt the ZNPD will appreciate the extra work that any of your suggestions will bring."
"Nevertheless" he replied, "I think I'll have a look around" and with that he walked off.

"Apointees" the woman muttered as she opened her phone. "Don't worry about it Di" added Peter "we have some spare time, we're early you know"
Her only response to this was to roll her eyes.

OOC: FYI, Safran is the name of the venue. From the rest of the post, it sounds like they're not there yet so I just wanted to double check. Also, good luck with that bike rental.

ooc: edited it so it reads better.

'Mister Hirtz, Miss Becker, an honour to meet you. Noël Lapresse, ambassador of the Grand Duchy to Zinaire. The cars are already waiting for us, so I presume we'll head off?' Noël spoke, as he stood next to the aircraft stairs, with a small convoy of various vehicles parked on his other side. a Marechaussee already held open the door to one of the Monteluci's, but politely waited until the three officials had met.

'It is a pleasure to meet you, mister Lapresse. We should get going, indeed.' Hirtz answered, shaking hands with Noël. He then got into the Monteluci of which the door was held open by the guard. As that guard then got into the same vehicle, it rolled on for a few metres, allowing Kristin Becker to get in the next vehicle. Noël then walked to the front of the convoy, where he would get into his own car, a Citroën C6 modified by Courtemanche. His car was escorted by a VLT L9, who would lead the convoy. As the vehicles head on their way, a plain white truck also joined them, followed by an Alfa Romeo 159, now used by the embassy security.

The convoy made some speed on the way to Belle-Côte, even though they obeyed the speed limits and had to make sure the truck could still follow: it was limited, by Van Luxemburger law, to 100 KM/H. This made that it did not take too long before they reached the city and indeed, the Safran Ballroom. As the whole convoy approached the main gate, they were stopped over by the ZNPD, with all members of the convoy neatly parking along the road, waiting for their turn to be checked.

3 Hours after leaving from The government designated airport The Hisperians Party was walking out from the private plane. After a few minutes of streching and greeting a few Zinairian people, The Guards and the party left for belle Cote an 45 minute drive to the Safran Party house. Ieremias messaged Noël Lapresse The Van Luxemburg ambassador to Zinaire saying the following:
===Secure Connection===
Salve,
We hope the "package is in optimum condition. Your hard work has been noted with more than a pat on the back.
Vale Et Benedicte!
Ieremias Adams

Tomoyo arrived with one guest extra. She hopped they wouldn't mind it was a spur of the moment decision. It was a girl a little younger than her age. She wasn't a royal girl, far from it, but Tomoyo thought it was good to have her along. Midori was a farmer she won a contest to spend a day with Tomoyo, and Tomoyo felt it would be good to take her along. "Midori are you nervous?"

"Well I'm coming to a Ball Stag Milady."

"So am I."

"Why didn't the Prince Come along with you?"

"We wanted to but it was easier for him to stay home with the children."

Safran

As the prime minister's helicopter landed on Safran's single helipad, ZNPD agents swarmed the area.

"Bravo has landed.". Said one of the agents over the radio, referng to the prime minister by the pheonetic code for the first letter of his last name.

"What's going on?" asked Sir Bishop, "This isn't our usual vacation house."

At that point, several high-ranking ZNPD agents jumped from the bushes wearing party hats.

"It's a party, darling!" exclaimed the first lady, "All your friends from other countries are going to be here!"

Front Gate

A group of agents approached the VL convoy. One, holding a clipboard asked for the names of all the guests, another two approached the cab of the truck.

"Sir, we need to open your cargo container."

The clipboard agent, convinced that everyone from the VL delegation was on the list, proceeded to the party from Kurona.

"Names please."

OOC: Probably I should kick this up.

Avalic (Mainland)
As the president entered the Gulfstream G550 with 2 bodyguards, many other guests followed behind him. Most of them were bodyguards, 2 for each important official, and 1 for each special guest from the press. The important people were the vice president, the first lady, and the foreign relations minister, each with bodyguards flanked on them. The guests from the one of the Avalican press industries, a journalist, and a camera man followed right behind the crowd of people. With all the people in the jet already, the pilot had orders to ascend and land in Belle-Côte, where the party was being held. Of course they already sent chefs several hours ago (yes I know I did not post it but the party just started so I'm pretending preparations are done) were in the kitchens cooking food for the party and preparing desserts.

"So how do you think the chefs did at the party?" said the president. "Oh they probably did a fine job as always, I'm anticipating those parfaits, they're my favorite," said his wife. "All I want is the wine and I'll be content," said the vice president while a stewardess handed him a martini. "Yes, well try and not drink too much at the party. I know you know how to control yourself Ben, though were representing our country, which, should be in good light," replied the president. "yes, you wouldn't want to spend the rest of the night in a stall do you?" said the foreign relations minister. "Oh come on, can't a guy enjoy his drinks in peace?" said the vice president, who just finished his martini and was taking another from the tray on the stewardess' hands.

Avalic (Island Colony)
The governor of the colony of Avalic didn't have to travel that long to get to Zinaire, as of course, unlike it's mainland counterpart, it was in the region of New Carribean. George stepped onto the yacht while waving goodbye to the citizens near the harbor, his family, and the colony's government officials. Two bodyguards gave the sailor the signal to leave the dock and head north west to Zinaire.

The governor took out a cellphone and patched a call to the Avalican Ambassador in Zinaire. "So Alan, how's the party?" "I haven't gotten there yet but I think I see a part of the building, I'm only a few miles off, so I should be there in about 5 or 10 minutes.

The driver of the truck climbed out of his cab, and spoke to the police officers while he walked all the way to the back end of the trailer.

'Ofcourse, follow me, please. I'll need to undo the locks. Do you think we should take the cargo out? Since I'd advise to look up a safer place rather than the side of the road then.' He said, looking back at the police officers. As he arrived at the end of the truck, he opened the locks of the Schmitz Cargobull curtainside trailer (http://www.moct.nl/Expeditie/images/Trailer.jpg), and threw the doors open for the police officers to see. He did not undo the curtains on the side of the trailer, since he deemed it to dangerous; if the wrong person saw what he was transporting, the surprise would be voided.

Inside the trailer, a large wooden crate took up the majority of the loading space, next to some smaller crates that were used for carrying smaller parts for the presentation. The driver of the truck entered his trailer, and took out a crowbar from the trailer door. He then went on to open the largest crate of all, of which one side quickly dropped out to reveal several protective layers, as well as the rear of a convertible sportscar. The driver then stepped back to allow the police officers in.

'Would that be all, or do I also need to open the other crates? They contain spare parts and polishing materials and the like. Some VLT personnel from the office in Zinaire should also come out to help us, I suppose they're already here?' He said, leaning against the curtainside with his arms crossed and the crowbar conveniently placed next to him, looking at how the police officers checked his cargo.

Back of a Truck, Safran

The ZNPD agents examined the car then took a cursory look around.

"No need to open the other crates, just make sure there's a national agent present when you unload everything."

Near the Helipad, Safran

"Oh, we are gonna have so much fun!" Yelled Kristin, flapping her arms around like a madwoman.

The first lady and the DDB soldiers led the prime minister towards the main ballroom, still containing only ZNPD agents.

"There's no one here, sugarbum, just a lot of policemen." Said Sir Bishop, looking around at the agents along the walls.

"Oh they're commin'! They're commin'! They're all gonna be here you just wait darlin'! They're commin'!" Kristin coughed violently then raised her hand for a server. "Somebody bring me a whiskey and a cigar! Hurry up, I'm dyin' over here!"

OOC: Wikistates page on the first lady (http://wikistates.outwardhosting.com/wiki/Kristin_Bishop). I think the picture really adds to her character....

ooc: ROTFLMAOOL
IC: In the Hisperians Car, 1 KM from Safran
"Alright Mac, The Party house gates are up ahead." The consul said towards the driver.
5 minutes later they arrived at the gates of Safran. It was a beautiful building with a beautiful view and it was perhaps better looking than the New Troy Ballroom. The party began pulling out the sufficient papers for the approaching ZNPD.

Up ahead a truck of Van Luxemburg was built and he could barely see the package before they closed the trailer. By now the Zinairian police was up towards Ieremias window knocking on it three times before he rolled down the window. "Good Evening, Sir." He smiled at the officer and whipped out the papers for everyone in the car.

Safran

As the prime minister's helicopter landed on Safran's single helipad, ZNPD agents swarmed the area.

"Bravo has landed.". Said one of the agents over the radio, referng to the prime minister by the pheonetic code for the first letter of his last name.

"What's going on?" asked Sir Bishop, "This isn't our usual vacation house."

At that point, several high-ranking ZNPD agents jumped from the bushes wearing party hats.

"It's a party, darling!" exclaimed the first lady, "All your friends from other countries are going to be here!"

Front Gate

A group of agents approached the VL convoy. One, holding a clipboard asked for the names of all the guests, another two approached the cab of the truck.

"Sir, we need to open your cargo container."

The clipboard agent, convinced that everyone from the VL delegation was on the list, proceeded to the party from Kurona.

"Names please."

"Tomoyo Weaver. This is my guest Midori Katsumoto. She's with me although we didn't get her RSVP in time."

The agent looked over the Hisperian papers and smiled.

"Welcome to the ball." He said as he waved the car through the front gate.

The agents speaking with the Kuronans were not so pleased to see their guests. Upon hearing that one was unannounced, they scowled and one spoke into his radio.

"This is Patrol-2, we have an unannounced guest at the front gate."

The garbled radio response came back and the agents motioned for the two women to follow them.

"You'll have to come with us."

They led them to a small security building just inside the gate. They sat the women down at a interrogation table then sat opposite them.

"So, Mrs. Weaver, what is your relation to your guest here?"

The agent looked over the Hisperian papers and smiled.

"Welcome to the ball." He said as he waved the car through the front gate.

The agents speaking with the Kuronans were not so pleased to see their guests. Upon hearing that one was unannounced, they scowled and one spoke into his radio.

"This is Patrol-2, we have an unannounced guest at the front gate."

The garbled radio response came back and the agents motioned for the two women to follow them.

"You'll have to come with us."

They led them to a small security building just inside the gate. They sat the women down at a interrogation table then sat opposite them.

"So, Mrs. Weaver, what is your relation to your guest here?"

"I am in trouble?" Midori asked.

"No. Midori here is a native Kuronan. She wrote a splendid essay and was able to win a contest to spend a day with me. Well unfortunately the day happened to fall on the day of this ball so I was strapped. Midori's family will begin harvesting their crops soon so they'll need her soon."

The guards' scowls deepened.

"A contest winner? So you have no relation to her prior to today? Didn't it occur to you to reschedule her shadow day or call us as soon as you knew? You've put us and your young shadow in a difficult position."

"I would have but I'm very busy, and Midori is very busy too. This is the day we agreed upon, this day was set aside solely for Ms. Midori to spend the day with me. But considering we've been together for the entire duration the point we've arrived, I know her well. Not to mention, look at her Kimono, there isn't anywhere she can hide a major weapon. She has open toed shoes, no shoe bombs, this girl is a 16 year old bright-eyed country girl. She's harmless, and of course she's under my care. If something were to happen it would be on me. If I didn't trust her, would I risk brining her where it could easily implicate me? I don't think so."

Dissie and Peter sat in the back seat of the car that Dissie had summoned from Belle-Côte's local government, the
Industrialist now held a three foot gold wrapped box between his knees whilst the bureacrat worked quietly on some paper work, the guards
and assistants rode in the vehicle behind. There was no sign of the apointee who had vanished of into the city, up to who knew what;
probably of somewhere dialing 911 thought Dissie, appontee's did tend to be well versed in local customs that they might find amusing.
At least they would arrive at the ball soon.

As the Hisperians piled out of the car, Ieremias powered walked towards the Luxemburg party with the suitcase in hand. The rest of the party went along into the ballroom with their bodyguards checking in their weapons with the ZNPD officers. When Ieremias finally caught up to the group, He whispered into the informant's ear "May I see the package sir?"

In Belle Cote

The Avalican ambassador, Alan Spirit had one of his 2 bodyguards pull up near the ballroom and the body guard to the side of him opened the door for him. He exited out and went near the gates to tell the guards of his arrival.

On Zinairian Coastline...
The yacht stopped on the coastline and after it was inspected the governor and his 2 bodyguards went out, and a SUV drove onto the coast to take them to the party. "Our ETA should be in 20 minutes governor," said the bodyguard who was driving. "Good, we need to get there fast, I can't believe how I almost missed this. I hope they have jelly shots, you should try some, maybe you won't be so stiff," he joked. "It's better to do our work while were sober," said the driving bodyguard in a rather amused voice as he had a flashback of a party where he apparently got drunk and vomited all over the floor. He then shivered at the thought of it happening at the party.

Over International Waters...
"This is your pilot speaking, we should be near the ballroom at an ETA of 40-60 minutes. Please enjoy a light snack for the wait," said the voice on the intercom. "Ah, crepes, one of my favorite," said the president as he reached for one. "Too bad we can't get there earlier, I hope we don't get in at the middle of the party, how embarrassing," said his wife. "Yes, it's not a good political gesture to be late and then barge in at the middle of the peace treaty, or rather the secret party, especially since we should get there before the person the party is for arrives," said the foreign relations minister. "Well, I don't know about you but I would like a cigar right now, so if you excuse me, I'll be going to the smoker's lounge," said the vice president.

In Zinairian Airspace

Emperor Quaeus sat, one leg laying over the knee of the over, in his chair reading the book How to Kill a Mockingbird, a novel from America which had some renown worldwide as a good read. He was quite a few pages in after the beginning conversation of the flight died down halfway through the trip.

The intercom in the cabin came to life and the pilot's voice said, "Your majesty we'll be arriving in Zinaire shortly. We hope you've had an enjoyable flight." The Emperor smiled, knowing they had been trained to say that phrase in different variations in their sleep. He pressed down on a small button on the arm of his chair and spoke into a small speaker also on the arm. "Thank you gentleman."

A few more minutes and the plan touched down at the runway of the airport. It skidded a few times before slowly slowing down and coming to a halt. The Emperor took a small bookmark that was next to him and placed it in the book at the page he left off at. He stood up, stretching quite a bit, before leaning over and tapping his wife, Helen, who had been sleeping on the fold out couch.

She smiled softly as she was greeted by his own smile and stood up, stretching as well and fixing her hair in the small bathroom towards the back of the plane quickly. When she was finished, The Emperor stepped down the fold out staircase deployed from the plane's door, his with hand in his on, and his guard's followed suit behind him.

He was dressed in a toga of his own design. It was crimson red with a gold border along the edge. He wore traditional ancient Roman sandals. Unlike her husband, however, the Emperor's wife kept up with the various styles that Roman fashion designers came up with. She wore a tight, sparkling dark blue dress with high heels of the same color.

Safran Ballroom, Belle-Côte Zinaire

The Emperor crouched his head down as he slid out of the door of the car, his wife following suit though her leg lead her. He smiled, admiring her beauty as he took her hand and lead her inside, their guards not far behind.

The stepped inside the Ballroom and both took a few moments to take in the beautiful architecture and decorations of the room. "Come, let's mingle, shall we?", his wife asked when she finished observing the room.

The Emperor smiled and nodded, stepping forward and looking for Zinaire's Prime Minister.

'Very well, officer. Would you mind pointing me out where I can unload all of this? We brought our own truck-mounted forklift, so we won't need heavy equipment, but I'm looking for a loading bay.' The truck driver answered, closing the doors of the trailer, and locking them.

Meanwhile, at the front of the Van Luxemburger vehicle group, Kristin Becker answered the Hisperian, much to his surprise.

'Kristin Becker, I'm responsible for the package, as VLT's head of the director board. I think we can arrange that, but if you mind, we'll drive the convoy through the gates first, so we can start offloading.'

Inside Safran Ballroom
When The two Hisperian ladies made it inside of the large and lavish party house they soon saw where the Zinairian taxpayers money was going. On their right side they saw an open bar with a bartender cleaning a mug looking at the two women. Lady Adams had the urge to get a tequila sunrise but thought better to greet the Guests of Honor. When she turned to her left she saw a very eccentric and rather large lady storming towards the pair gleaming all the way. The Hisperian women prepared for impact.

Outside of the gate
"Very well then." Said The Consul to Ms. Becker. He watched carefully as the trailer moved inside the gates. He watched even more carefully as they began unloading the package.

(OOC: Taxes, Hisp? This is a private venue. What do you think we are, commies?)

Interrogation Room

The guards scowled to the point that they looked like rather peeved gorillas.

"If you're so busy, ma'am, may I ask how you've found time to take on a shadow or attend a ball such as this one but you are without the time to tell your assistant to make one quick call for you?"

Front Gate

The agent thought for a moment, clicking his pen both absent-mindedly and annoyingly.

"The only loading dock is for the kitchen, there's a lot out back though were only ZNPD vehicles are parked."

Ballroom

"Oh lookie there, darling!" Shrieked Kristin, "I told you they would come! Emperor! Emperor! Over here! Come say hello to the birthday boy!"

"Kristin," whispered the Prime Minister, "he's oddly dressed, not deaf. No reason to yell."

'Well, that should do. We can drive, slash roll, the car into the ballroom from there? Oh, and would you mind sending a national agent with me, since one will need to attend the offload process?' The driver said, meanwhile getting inside his truck and starting the engine.

(OOC: Oh, I love fluid time...)

Some moments later..

All neatly lined up, the vehicle convoy was an impressive sight. If one would count the modifications to the armoured cars, the combined worth of the vehicles would surpass $2 million USD.

Ignoring that fact, both the ambassador and the Premier walked away, escorted by three of the Marechaussees, who had dressed themselves in suits for the event. In fact, they did not look too different from Premier Hirtz, in an Armani suit, and Lapresse, in a Castiglione-VL suit.

On the lot, Kristin Becker and the other VLT personnel stayed behind, slowly rolling the large wooden cargo crate out of the truck, making sure it was safe to move it out into the open, and looking out not to damage it. As the cargo crate was finally offloaded, the driver ocne again put the crowbar in the crate, letting the sides drop out of the crate one by one. It then finally revealed the automobile in all it's glory, carefully protected from spying eyes by a screen and several Marechaussees.

'I present to you, the Lepanto-VLT 515 Vescovo.' Kristin Becker kept her voice down, just to make sure nobody except the Hisperian would hear it.

"Oh lookie there, darling!" Shrieked Kristin, "I told you they would come! Emperor! Emperor! Over here! Come say hello to the birthday boy!"

"Kristin," whispered the Prime Minister, "he's oddly dressed, not deaf. No reason to yell."
Emperor Quaeus's attentions turned towards the direction of the yelling and waving woman. He nodded to his wife as the two made their way over there.

He smiled and approached the Prime Minister, releasing his wife's hand to embrace him in a brotherly manner. "Congratulations on another year passed, my friend. And this lovely woman is your wife, no doubt?", he said as he leaned over and kissed her cheek in greeting as was customary in Roma.

"This is my wife, Helen.", he said gesturing to his wife who curtsied to the couple before her. "It's a pleasure to meet you both, and join you in a night of celebration in your lovely country." she said with a charming smile.

In the Lot...
The car was beauty. The specifications of the custom model was made to his specifications. "Wow." that's all the Hisperian could say. "Wow," he added again looking in side the convertible. He pulled out a white handkerchief to brush away the tears the were beginning to form in his tear ducts. He opened the engine compartment and he saw the muscle behind the beast. although he did not know much about cars he new that VLT made the best cars with the best engines. He then quickly closed the engine door and turned to open his suitcase. The USD seemed to shine in the Zinairian sun. "2.2 million USD in cash. Thank you very much." Adams handed her the suitcase.

In the distance the shape of a man appeared, and then vanished again, as if regaining its momentum it reappeared and began bobbing along the roadside towards the venue of the ball, Joshua Owen Appointee of the 1st Speaker of Sarrowquand expertly piloted his pogo stick up to the entrance of Safran hall and dismounted. Spotting the security detail at the entrance he called over to them "Greetings gentlemen and the like, here is my pass and where can I stash my ride?"

OCC: I hope I’m not to late.

After a short, but uneventful journey, the Airbus ACJ business jet callsign “Executive One” was less then 30 minutes and on final approach for it’s final destination inside the nation of Zinaire. Onboard the aircraft, was the King of United Earthlings, Winston I and Chancellor Wolfgang Muller. Contacting the tower, “Executive One” sent out the following short transmission. “This is “Executive One” requesting clearance for landing.”

OCC2: Using fluid time

IC: Thirty minutes after “Executive One” had touch down, the second aircraft dispatched from United Earthlings had received it’s clearance from the tower and was lined up for the approach. Not long after, the giant An-124 cargo plane made a successfully landing and proceeded to its preassigned disembarkment area where it would disgorge it’s massive cargo. Everything that would be needed to get to the ball and back, had come onboard the massive An-124 cargo plane including the armored vehicles that were to transport the highest ranking officials in United Earthlings to the surprise ball. One addition item not required, but just as important had also arrived onboard the An-124. That item being the gift for the Prime Minister.