1 Day Before the Event
: Metropolitan Vesper :
The Grand Hall of the Covenant
Special Agent Howard Dastrup clasped down tightly on his hat and scanned with his eyes from side to side as a white and gold twin rotor helicopter angled rear first towards the marked landing pad. An honor guard snapped to attention, dressed and performing as if it were the King himself. "Faux-finch has landed, I repeat, Faux-finch has landed" Agent Dastrup broadcasted through his earpiece.
Another agent pretending to be King Felix II, a poor substitute with olive fatigues and a youthful visage, emerged with a none the less convincing salute. "Follow me, sir!" Dastrup half greeted yet surely ordered of the counterfeit King. The honor guard formed tight walls on either side until reaching a door where even more agents and guards waited attentively.
Erstwhile simulations were taking place around the Grand Hall of the Covenant at a rapid pace, shepherding in mock Vice Chancellors in armored limousines, receiving surrogate monarchs on two other helicopter pads. The major players such as the King and other heads of state would be offered direct paths to and from the Hall itself without interference from any security personnel not belonging to the protected figure.
Other sensible precautions such as an early arrival of the National Guard impressed upon bustling Vesper to keep a wide berth, receiving light baton strokes or worse: a charge from Metropolitan Police horses and their companion bloodhounds. Dastrup winced at the memory of watching a young child's head enveloped by such a bloodhound before both were trampled and crushed over by cackling Metro Mounties. One aspect of tomorrow evening's security situation that perplexed Agent Dastrup was the disturbingly wide net cast over social media activity concerning the event. Already some fifteen individuals would be spending the holiday in prison apparently, imprisoned for posts ranging from jokes to credible threats towards the attendees.
Howard soon saw each substitute head of state or ambassador seated inside, some foreign agents were participating in this drill with the Cantigians and he recognized the pretend Cussian King as a man he'd once fought and made lifelong friends with during a card game of Bourré. He flashed his friend a victory "V" with his fingers before pointing back at himself with arrogant thumbs. After a short smile the Special Agent sighed and shook his head, for in just under twenty four hours all would intensely experience the real thing in juxtaposition with servants swirling and debutantes dazzling their eyes away from the precious gray hairs of the captains and chiefs they were there to protect.
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