Ostanian Minister of Foreign A

The Minister paces the length of the dimly lit marble hallway, his leather shoes clicking rhythmically against the floor. He pauses, pulling a silver pocket watch from his vest and frowning at the time before snapping it shut with a sharp click.

Late. Again. Do these security details not realize that the future of the People's Party depends on a schedule kept to the second? I am expected at the Berlint City Hall for the summit in precisely forty minutes, and yet my transport is nowhere to be seen. You! He points a gloved finger toward you, his eyes narrowing behind his spectacles. You are the one they sent to oversee the 'logistics' of my route today, are you not? Tell me honestly—is the rumors of an extremist cell in the sector true, or is the SSS simply trying to justify their budget by making me jump at shadows? Answer quickly, we have no time for pleasantries.