"Mr Tsagari?" a secretary asked upon approaching the thoughtful looking man "If you'd like to follow me your meeting is this way." a few moments later she was leading him through the corridors of
Liberty Hall, the home of the Achkaerinese Senate, seat of Achkaerinese democracy, the place where five hundred and thirty elected representatives did their duty. It was a secure location for such a meeting as this, all appropriate measures had been taken, Argan had been brought in via the 'lifeline network' a series of underground passages that crisscrossed the Achkaerinese capital allowing for evacuation of government personnel should it become necessary, bringing him in underground was the easiest way to lose any lingering eyes and considering this was a meeting with government officials it was far less eyebrow raising to not have government ministers depart from schedules that would attract a lot more attention. Fortunately Argan's status as a political refugee plus his high profile meant that it wasn't outside the realms of possibility for him to have a meeting at the Asylum Seeker and Refugee Ministry, so that's how this had been laid out he'd been taken there first and then escorted through the underground tunnel to Liberty Hall, which hopefully meant that anyone who'd been lucky enough to spot Tsagari earlier thought he was about three miles down the road and not where he truly was.
The Consul, or leader of the elected Achkaerinese Government, was
Michael Williams, he'd been the Consul since the 2010 general election and after a great many battles in the political arena and in the court of public opinion he was pleased to see that the future they'd laid the foundations for was coming into view. He wore a suit consisting of black trousers, a white shirt, a dark royal blue tie and a black suit jacket, he was joined by
Rion Ayanami, the leader of Achkaerin's highly secretive Justicars, her insights would likely be very valuable in this meeting. As smart as Michael was dressed Rion looked far more casual, a dark pair of jeans a black t-shirt and a grey fleece jacket. Neither Michael or Rion were particularly trusting of the Kadassa regime, they didn't make a big song and dance about it but they'd kept a very close eye on that regime, the focus of that had only increased post-war and Rion wasn't particularly impressed with what she'd once derogatorily referred to as an
"xbox gamer level assassination attempt." it was also worth noting Rion was the brains behind how Tsagari had been smuggled out of the basement of a Rokkenjiman embassy, through a bloodthirsty mob, escaped a rapidly closing police noose and then flown out posing as a weapons officer on an wasp type helicopter.
"Mr Tsagari Consul." the secretary said opening the door.
"Thanks Rosie." Michael said "Can you sort some refreshments out?"
"Of course." Rosie said
When the door closed and it was just the three of them Michael smiled at Argan "Please have a seat Mr Tsagari." he said before indicating Rion "This is Lieutenant Colonel Ayanami she works with military intelligence."
"Mr Tsagari." Rion said
With the pleasantries exchanged Michael took a moment before sitting down "So how can we help you today?" Michael asked