Vienna International Airport,
Vienna, Crontor
05:00 Hours
The sleek, black and red leer jet gracefully touched down on the airstrip, its wheels squeaking a bit as it slowed sharply and stopped not far from the Eaglelander plane. The stairway deployed outwards and the first off the plane were a trio of finely dressed men in business suits, Imperial Guardsmen, followed quickly by the Secretary of War, Joseph Winters and Head Knight Jeremiah Bismarck, supreme commander of the Imperial Army. Joining them and somehow managing to blend in with the guards more than the envoy, was Deputy Director Daniel Smith of the Imperial Security Agency. Another trio of suit-clad Guardsmen joined them, escorting the group quickly to their limousine. The Crontorian MPs were politely acknowledged but the Guardsmen remained with the envoy. They had no reason to distrust Crontor, but at the same time the Phonencian government had only recently begun working with their Crontorian allies and so had no reason to trust them explicitly.
Head Knight Bismarck roared out a yawn, his tall and broad-shouldered frame rocking slightly. Secretary Winters sipped at some lukewarm coffee he'd brought along in a hip flash and quickly passed it to Bismarck.
Smith seemed well rested and alert however, his eyes hidden behind a pair of shatterproof Oakley sunglasses as he looked out the window at the city of Vienna passing by. He was the polar opposite of the two men seated across from him. Both had dark brown hair, tinted gray with years of stress and worry, with well tanned skin from years in the desert sun. They were both tall and of relatively large build.
Smith however was short for Phonencian standards, about 5'9, with pale white skin and jet black hair. He was in good shape physically, but of a slighter build. Despite his unimposing figure, he was a dangerous man, as would be expected of an ISA Deputy Director. He was an experienced Field Operative and fighter, adept at various relevant skills such as computer hacking or the use of explosives. Despite having spent the better part of a year behind a desk, he still looked like any of the agency's other operatives and were it not for his constant close proximity, his two companions might easily loose him amidst the Imperial Guardsmen or foreign security officers. He had a knack for blending in with crowds of people and looking like he belonged. Such talents had aided him well in his years in the field. Today he'd be doing basically the same thing. Acting like he belonged in a meeting with all the big wigs rather than in the field. He was uncomfortable and nervous about such an important assignment though he didn't express it. He wondered if this was why the Director had assigned him? His masterful poker face and skill at negotiations would surely be helpful in the coming discussion, as would his knowledge of the Empire's intelligence assets.
While Smith continued puzzling over the subject and his two companions freshened their breath with mint chewing gum, the convoy pulled to a stop outside the Federal Building, not far behind the Eaglelanders'. Smith climbed out with the six Guardsmen, followed quickly by the Head Knight and Secretary of War. The Guardsmen then broken into groups of two and each pair clung to the sides of their assigned dignitary. The pack of black business suits glided up to the gate, stopping abreast of their foreign comrades and waiting to be addressed.