George Darboe looked out at the Big Island of Tyrisle. From his seat on the aircraft, it looked like an emerald on top of a cerulean sea. Darboe wondered how a land of such beauty could be suffering from such grave internal unrest.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, we are beginning our decent into Charleston International Airport. Please return to your seats at this time. We ask that you please secure your seats and your tray tables in their upright and locked position as we prepare for landing."
Darboe would be on his own for this mission. The Ministry wanted an assessment of the situation in Tyrisle. A day of assessment followed by a few days of vacation in this island paradise.
Forward of Darboe's seat in Business Class sat two young Bretons in First Class. One was Dominique Paradis, the 17-year-old daughter of Philippe Paradis, the owner of Paradis Energy Corporation. The other was her boyfriend, 18-year-old Tyler Drake. Dominique would be joining her parents in Charleston for a cruise on board the Polar Star, a cruise ship operated by the Blue Star Cruise Line. Philippe Paradis had been in Charleston for the opening of the new Deepwater Cadiz oil platform, located 20 miles off the coast of Tyrisle.
The Bowen 747, dubbed the Clipper Riviera by Royal Brettish Airways, touched down on the ground with a thud. Darboe looked out of his window at the festive, tropical-colored buildings at the airport. There was hardly a cloud in the sky as the sun began to set along the western horizon.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, on behalf of Royal Brettish Airways, we would like to welcome you to Charleston, Tyrisle. The current time is 8:15 P.M., and the current temperature is a comfortable 83ºF. We ask that you remain seated with your seatbelts fastened until the aircraft has pulled into the gate and the captain turns off the fasten seatbelt light. Again, we would like to thank you for flying with us today, and hope you have a great day in Charleston, or wherever your final destination may be."
Thirty-Five Minutes Later
With his luggage in hand, Darboe walked out of the concourse and out to where the taxi cabs waited. He noticed a black sedan with a man standing beside it. He held a card in his hand, which read, "DARBOE"
"I am George Darboe," said the diplomat, handing the man his diplomatic passport.
"Ahh, welcome to Tyrisle, Mr. Darboe. I am Winston Coolidge, your liaison here in Tyrisle. The Chief is very eager to meet with you tomorrow afternoon. In the meantime, a suite has been booked for you at the Venitian Royale at the waterfront," said the man, as a chauffer came to put Darboe's bag in the trunk.
Darboe took a seat in the back of the car, as Coolidge turned to the driver. "On to the Venitian Royale!" barked Coolidge.
And off they were. Darboe's mission had begun.
OOC Note: "Bowen Aerospace Industries" is the largest Brettish-owned manufacturer of passenger and military aircraft. Bowen 7x7 aircraft are exactly similar to "Boeing" aircraft IRL.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, we are beginning our decent into Charleston International Airport. Please return to your seats at this time. We ask that you please secure your seats and your tray tables in their upright and locked position as we prepare for landing."
Darboe would be on his own for this mission. The Ministry wanted an assessment of the situation in Tyrisle. A day of assessment followed by a few days of vacation in this island paradise.
Forward of Darboe's seat in Business Class sat two young Bretons in First Class. One was Dominique Paradis, the 17-year-old daughter of Philippe Paradis, the owner of Paradis Energy Corporation. The other was her boyfriend, 18-year-old Tyler Drake. Dominique would be joining her parents in Charleston for a cruise on board the Polar Star, a cruise ship operated by the Blue Star Cruise Line. Philippe Paradis had been in Charleston for the opening of the new Deepwater Cadiz oil platform, located 20 miles off the coast of Tyrisle.
The Bowen 747, dubbed the Clipper Riviera by Royal Brettish Airways, touched down on the ground with a thud. Darboe looked out of his window at the festive, tropical-colored buildings at the airport. There was hardly a cloud in the sky as the sun began to set along the western horizon.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, on behalf of Royal Brettish Airways, we would like to welcome you to Charleston, Tyrisle. The current time is 8:15 P.M., and the current temperature is a comfortable 83ºF. We ask that you remain seated with your seatbelts fastened until the aircraft has pulled into the gate and the captain turns off the fasten seatbelt light. Again, we would like to thank you for flying with us today, and hope you have a great day in Charleston, or wherever your final destination may be."
Thirty-Five Minutes Later
With his luggage in hand, Darboe walked out of the concourse and out to where the taxi cabs waited. He noticed a black sedan with a man standing beside it. He held a card in his hand, which read, "DARBOE"
"I am George Darboe," said the diplomat, handing the man his diplomatic passport.
"Ahh, welcome to Tyrisle, Mr. Darboe. I am Winston Coolidge, your liaison here in Tyrisle. The Chief is very eager to meet with you tomorrow afternoon. In the meantime, a suite has been booked for you at the Venitian Royale at the waterfront," said the man, as a chauffer came to put Darboe's bag in the trunk.
Darboe took a seat in the back of the car, as Coolidge turned to the driver. "On to the Venitian Royale!" barked Coolidge.
And off they were. Darboe's mission had begun.
OOC Note: "Bowen Aerospace Industries" is the largest Brettish-owned manufacturer of passenger and military aircraft. Bowen 7x7 aircraft are exactly similar to "Boeing" aircraft IRL.