Pannikos Rokotis stepped off of the small jet plane that he’d charter from Brusek to Rostov. Rokotis, commander of the Orchids, the elite royal paramilitary force that had served alongside his friend, the King of Cinyras. Rokotis was not a particularly striking man. He had strong square features. His jaw was strong, covered in a nearly trimmed beard that matched his brown hair cut close crop on his head. He had a broad chest and powerful muscles. He wore a pair of designer sunglasses and a well made three-piece suit, he had decided that Cinyroite fashion wouldn’t fit well in Neu Estovakia.
Rokotis carries with him a briefcase that contained the contract that would be signed between him , as leader of the Orchids, and the mysterious client that had been in contact with them in regards to a special mission. The client’s identity had not been given to Rokotis yet and thus he and the King of Cinyras had given him the code name of the Aravean Candidate. All Rokotis at the moment really knew about the Aravean Candidate was that he was someone of high station in Aravea and he wished to eliminate a political arrival. Enríkos had give Rokotis the all clear in accepting them, attaching his Russen pet, Nukai d’Aurelians to their group.
“Disambarking now,” Rokotis sais into his communicator.
“Marvelous,” said Ignatios Nicolidis, another member of the Orchids was situated in a converted Gênoise sky yacht, over just outside of territorial airspace. “There should be a car waiting for you.” There was. Rokotis found the car waiting for him just outside of the small air field, painted a soft baby blue. He got inside, started it up and glanced at the dashboard as Nicolidis sent him the coordinates for the secure location where he would meet the Aravean Candidate in order to discuss their mission in greater detail, information that was also provided to the client. Have plug it in the car’s GPS, Rokotis drove to the location, eager to start.