Marajarbia International
The Naval Federal Union of Southeast Marajarbia
After brief negotiations with the Government of Southeast Marajarbia, Countesia was permitted to send one aircraft to collect the thirty eight of its citizens currently detained in the country. They were a mixture of tourists and foreign workers who one way or another found themselves being deported due to the hostilities between the two nations. they stood gathered together with an armed guard in tow. Only a few hours ago had they been released from the detention centres holding them, and had been driven straight to the airport. Many looked annoyed, some scared, others visibly crying.
Fortunately, they did not find themselves waiting long. After half an hour of standing on the tarmac the small executive jet sent by the Federal Air Force to bring them home touched down, and taxied its way to meet the small crowd. After parking itself in the bay that had been set aside for its arrival, the door to the aircraft opened and swung down and out stepped two federal agents. One approached the crowd and the other made his way to open the luggage compartment at the back of the plane, where another agent stood inside to help load whatever luggage the crowd had been allowed together.
The one that approached the crowd procured a clipboard. He locked eyes with the lead Marajarbian
"Is this everyone?" He asked. "I've got a list of everyone we're expecting, so I hope for both our sakes they're here."
The Marajarbian didn't speak, but instead stepped aside to let the agent meet the crowd. The agent began flipping through the laminated pages of his clipboard, which contained photos of all the detained Countesians. He quickly counted the total names and checked that it matched up with what he saw. after counting thirty eight, he began to bark orders at the crowd
"I understand that the past few hours have been stressful, but if everyone present could form a line and allow me to verify your passports and any identification you may have." He said, trying his best to be sympathetic. He had a job to do and one that needed to be done quickly due to the sensitive relations between the two nations, but he couldn't help but feel for his fellow countrymen who had been ripped from their holidays and livelihoods over a conflict that they had no involvement in.
He quickly made his way through the line, matching up passports with the copies that he had alongside an enlarged version of their picture, verifying each person was without a doubt who they said they were. There was the very real possibility that Marajarbia could use this chance to sneak in a doppelganger. This unfortunately meant that when they arrived back in Countesia, they would have to be held until a family member or next of kin could arrive to verify them personally. After ten minutes he was finished, and gestured for the crowd to start making their way towards the agents that stood by the luggage door.
"In a moment i will need you to start making your way to the plane. Please stay in a line and hand over your luggage to my colleagues stood at the rear of the plane. We will be searching everything you have brought before we can allow you to board." He said, the citizens obliged and began walking in a vague line towards the two agents that stood at the rear of the plane with magnetic scanners. One by one they handed their luggage and the agents began to scan the suitcases before opening them to scan the insides, feeling each item of clothing for anything hidden between the folds and the inner liner of the suitcase itself. Multiple bags set off the scanners, but fortunately each instance was merely an item of what few personal belongings the some of the deportees were able to pack and not anything outwardly alarming or suspicious. Either way their luggage would be more rigorously tested when they reached Countesia, but the agents were satisfied that no firearms or explosives were being smuggled on board for now.
The lead agent personally escorted each citizen from the rear of the plane to the entrance, thanking them for their patience and helped them up the steps. Not long after everyone had boarded, the agents finally boarded. Before closing the hatch, the lead agent locked eyes with the Marajarbian escort. He couldn't blame men for following orders, but seeing his own people treated like POWs lit a fire in his stomach. Not wanting to spend another second in this country, he closed the hatch and alerted the pilots to request a takeoff. Within minutes the jet had gone, flying back home.
