Ambassador Guiomar Jasso idly spun the pen in her hand. She had been waiting now in the meeting room for almost two hours and all the doughnuts that had once adorned the center of the hard oak table had been devoured long ago. As a result, Guiomar was feeling sick. The room itself was nothing impressive. It had a couple pictures of "The Flaming Almighty" on the wall across from her, and behind her the wall was completely blank. In the corner to her direct left sat a single sad looking plant, and to her right the wall was made of glass, giving a beautiful view of the Rio Orinoco, and the war torn buildings that surrounded it.
Her plane had arrived the night before, and Ambassador Jasso was given a relatively warm welcome by a chauffeur waiting with a placard bearing her name. The drive to her hotel was uneventful, largely due to the fact that most of the streets were empty. "That's weird," though Jasso, "it's only 9 PM."
The hotel front desk staff also somewhat kind, in the way that they didn't try to kill her. Not that it would matter, Jasso had been preparing for months for this mission and was a deadeye with her Glock 42. After the "warm" welcome, Jasso was escorted to her room by two men, a concierge who could barely contend with her treaty-laden luggage, and a burly SFEA soldier, decked out in SWAT armor and carrying a M4A1. All three, the diplomat, the soldier, and the civilian were dead silent the entire elevator ride to her room. After seeing her to her room, the concierge wished her a good night and headed back to the elevator. The soldier remained next to her room, rifle at the ready.
The room was nothing to scoff at, but at the same time wasn't all that nice. Fighting must've gone on recently as there were several bullet holes in one wall, letting in a slight breeze. The beds were okay and the bathroom was clean. Even though it was only 10 PM, Jasso decided to call it a night.
Back in the meeting room, Jasso jolted back awake. Through cloudy vision she deciphered that it was 1 PM. "I was only asleep for an hour?" she thought. At least the diplomatic meeting, scheduled for 1:30, would be starting soon.
9:00 hours, Presidential Safe House, Venezuela
Canadian Hunsha wrote:John Williams smiled as he finished reading the telegram. More allies is what his nation neededTo: President Jorge Arrazera
From: President John Williams
We are happy to see you become friendly with our nation, and we are greatly thankful for your sactions on Voltris. As realtions become closer the cabinate and I desided it would be a good idea to offer your nation an allience. Will you accept?
From,
President John Williams.
El Presidente Jorge was just now waking up, still in his striped PJs and carrying his teddy bear, he stumbled his way to his computer. Rubbing his eyes a bit, Jorge read through the message. After taking a second to wake up, Jorge wrote his response.
To: President John Williams
From: President Jorge Arrazera
We would be delighted to create an alliance with your great nation. We shal call it: "the Grand Norgan-Hunshan Alliance". Or GNHA for short.
Regards,
El Presidente,
Jorge Arrazera