Comrade Matthew Wilson Stepped out of his State vehicle and into the cold evening air. His flight to the Concil had been pleasant and to his great joy un-adventurous. He'd been briefed by the Realm Defence, and knew his job well. Un-disheartened by the apparant disgust at other members of the UASS at TUMFs acceptance he stepped into the Council building returning the Salute offered by the Guard on the rotating door. The warmth of the building engulfed him as he stepped into the lobby, and to his horror the laughter and chatter of the other representatives died down to a complete silence. He felt his face go red, he knew that he would have to work hard to make himself and indeed his beloved Country welcome. The sea of silent faces stared at him, he noted the quality of their suits, and for a second felt ashamed of his own, but quickly snapped out of it, and began his approach to the meeting hall... he had a job to do, and now was the time to do it.
