Tarmac Area C
Queen Elizabeth International,
Saint Martin, Minato, British Kawa[Bengal]
11.23 am
A small motorcade of a limousine, microbus and two undercover police sedans, all government plated, were parked beside a designated tarmac area, waiting for the guests to arrive. Ministry of External Trade and Investment, Foreign Communications Office undersecretary Edward Kazama looked up at the sky, and then at the VIP terminal building, in front of which they were standing at the moment. The Union Jack and the Colonial Ensign were fluttering in the wind.
"I hope they won't be long" said Assistant Officer Maria Chatterjee, Kazama's glorified secretary . "The overcast sky and the wind isn't a good sign. It might rain."
"Hmm..." sighed Kazama, looking at the planes passenger and private jets landing one after the other. "I'm from the Midlands, Dacca in particular. Winters are like this all the time there though. Overcast skies, windy, but no rain. But then again, we're right next to the sea, in one of the southernmost parts of the country. It does rain here in winter a few times, but hopefully we'll be long gone for us to get drenched, eh."
The plane carrying the delegation came into view soon. Causing Edward to sigh somewhat. "Right lads, for anyone smoking, put any ciggies out. Enough slacking off. We've got a trade deal to make."