Tsarstvo Alyaski wrote:15 : 35 hours, Ciudad de Roma, Romextly.
(Image)An overhead photograph of the district of the futuristic - esque city of Ciudad de Roma, one of the largest cities of the Empire of Romextly.
The headquarters of the Monarchical Cooperation Alliance is not seen in the photograph taken, laying in a skyscraper nearby...
The Tsardom of Alaska Consul to the Monarchical Cooperation Alliance, ms Zhernakova Konstantinova would have watched from the small windows of the Piper PA-42 Cheyenne private propeller airplane with nagging anticipation as the huge, asphalt runways of the Ciudad de Roma international airport sprawled down below.
Ms Konstantinova had had a successful life, no less helped by how well off her and her family are in terms of cash... She had experienced both the brutal heat that can absorb Arizona's Grand Canyon back when she still lived with her Father and Mother in Glendale, and the bone-chilling Winter Months of the Tsardom of Alaska. She had spent much time in many different parts of the world, for that matter, and eventually she had called the Italian Capital City of Rome as a second home for quite some time, serving as an Honorary Ambassador to San Marino within Rome, the first Alyaski diplomatic mission ever sent to the small, yet ancient and beautiful Italian microstate.
The nature of San Marino and their presence on the International Scale had ensured that Zhernakova had perhaps some of her most restful years within the Italian capital city, to the point that with low hours on her planned schedules, it proved to be more of a long, drawn - out Holiday than an actual job.
She has had the pleasure of seeing almost everything about the Republic of Italy, from the Alpine Mountains to Sicily. Not to mention San Marino itself, of course. In her time, she had not only learnt to fully perfect her Italian, even to the point of being able to convincingly mimic a common Italian accent, but had even learnt Latin to a conversational standard, mostly naturally...
But now, as the landing gear of the propeller plane could be audibly switched on, and the wheels extending below the craft, ms Konstantinova would have to accept that her years of comfort would be over... This Monarchical Cooperation Alliance would be the first alliance that Tsarstvo Alyaski had been invited to become a part of in seven whole decades, and as if that wasn't pressure enough, Zhernakova would be the only Alyaskiri representative there.
She is excited for it all, sure... But, she can't help but be anxious as well, apprehensive to her skills to do the best for Tsarstvo Alyaski.
But, there would be no turning back... And even if she could, she would not... To serve Alaska in such an instrumental way is what she always wished for, and whilst this 'Romextly' spoke the Italian language, perhaps also enough Latin to boot, the place would be completely foreign... This is both something to be apprehensive for, and greatly excited for.
On board the Piper PA-42 Cheyenne, with exception to the Pilot and Co-Pilot of course would be three Alyaskiri Security Guard, personally assigned to protect Zhernakova Konstantinova with their K.O 2017 Carbine Rifles and 'Khinzal' sidearms... In addition, in case it is needed, a personal translator, who knows Inuit Native American, French and German off by heart, alongside his native Russian and access to translation material at the earliest notice for many more languages.
Zhernakova would not be worried about the Chauffeur, and his assigned Hyundai Ioniq Electric... For the Home Country had confirmed that he would be following over to Ciudad de Roma in an Cargo Plane, with the aforementioned vehicle, and many boxes of supplies, amenities and personal Memoirs that Zhernakova had asked for.
The wait would finally be over... With the very slight whiplash of the Plane and it's extended wheels colliding with the Asphalt of the runway, they had hit ground after many hours of flying.
Within only minutes, the Piper PA-42 Cheyenne airplane had been directed to a parking space... All that would be needed is permission from the Romextlians for the Alyaskiri Consul and her Entourage to step outside the plane via it's now open door, and Zhernakova's shoes would finally hit Romextly Soil...
It was truly exciting!..
At the air control tower, a man speaking with a slight northern accent, possibly russian accent, asked the air control that they carried a represenative. The man in charge looked at a man in a dark suit who nodded. The man then said.
"You have permission to land. You may use the Gate with the markings of the foreign ministry. Our Foreign Minister will meet you there.
Meanwhile, in the gate waiting roomCicero Latuini sat patiently, newspaper in his left hand and a small golf pencil colored black in his right. He currently was solving a crossword puzzle on the page, while also frequently looking up to see if the delegation has arrived yet. There were 4 other men in the waiting room, all of whom he knew carried pistols with high capacities, as they were Hawks. One of them was on his phone, breaking the rule, ut Latuini was lax on his guards. After al, it had to be a stressful job, protecting the foreign minister with tensions with an alliance beginning to rise. The other three were on guard with one guarding the exit/entrance door, another guarding the bathroom, and another eating pretzels.
Latuini then returned his attention to the crossword, as he was attempting to go for a 7 letter word, which had stumped him since the beginning; he had already finished the rest of crossword puzzle. He had been waiting in this room for an hour and was still not ruffled. He knew it was a journey to go to the new headquarters of this new alliance created by Romextly, a monarchical one. But the drive back would certainly be comfortable, as the armored SUV did have a mini-fridge. He now returned to trying to find the word, silently cursing the evasive word.