An other Bowser & Fern cigarette met its doom as Consul of Foreign Affairs Erik Destler extinguished the bud in an ashtray.
He leaned back in his black fuax-leather chair, which sat at the head of a cherry wood conference table. Quickly he plucked an other fag from the gold-coloured Bowser & Fern pack and lit up, taking an other long drag.
The room, two stories under the Commonwealth Department of Foreign Affairs building, was sparsely furnished, but gave off en eerie feeling of closeness. Three lights hung over the table, one over himself, one over the table's centre, and one over the other end of the table. The table itself was lined with faux-leather chairs. Behind Destler, stood two flags, one to his right, the black banner of the Commonwealth of Inglo-Scotia defaced with the white lion of Parliament and the two red Vs for Victory. The other one, to his left, what the white banner of the Pax Imperium alliance, defaced with the gold lily.
Framing the doorway on the other side of the room stood two more flags. To anyone sitting at that end of the table would have found an other PI banner to his left, and to his right, the flag of the party the Consul was waiting for, the blue, red, and green banner of Canada.
The door opened and Consul Destler looked up. An armed Major General guard entered, giving the Consul the Commonwealth salute, which Destler returned in kind.
"The Canadian delegation has landed at New Beaconsfield International Consul" he explained.
"They should be here in relatively short order."
"Thank you" Destler replied, giving the guard the Commonwealth salute.
"Long Live the Victorious Revolution."
"Long Live the Victorious Revolution Consul" the MG replied before leaving the room.
"War has its advantages" Destler said to himself, taking an other drag on his cigarette.
"The Yanks are to busy to stick their nose where it doesn't belong."
