Vice president Harris took a deep breath as the elevator went up the watchtower. He was in the middle of a airport take off section, making sure that the airfield will be ready for the ten planes bound to come streaming in later today. The elevator slowed down some, with a robotic female voice saying "Welcome to the Air traffic control center, city of Montrebe" before the doors opened with a ding.
stepping in, the air instantly felt cooler as the high altitude of the top floor of the watchtower made the whole room cold, teaming up with the ac in the corner. A controller spotted him, and yelled "High Command on Deck!" Such a yell caused all the controllers to instantly get out of their seats, standing and putting their left closed fist to their chest above their sternum, the Havenese salute.
"At ease men. I just came to see how its all working out."
the lead controller kept standing as the rest sat down, continuing to type away on their console command pads
"Yes sir. Everything is going to plan, the delegates and leaders planes will be the only planes in a 25 miles radius. We will have the Bugatti Royals ready as well sir."
"Good. are they west end and ready for the trip?"
" Yes sir. they could ride out a minefield and machine gun fire without a scratch. Not that they need to, there will be over 50 armed guards here, special forces, as well as a extra 100 on the way to the metro from Montrebe to Avalone."
"That is perfect. thank you for the heads up. I will be here again when the guests start showing up. And dont forget boys, and ladies *he looks to the two female controllers* that today is a big day. Everything must be perfect."
"yes sir. Society above the individual, honor above greed!"
"Yes sir!" Harris yelled back.
with that, he went back into the elevator, and after it closed took his phone out and called the president.
