It had been a couple of days since then.
The sun hung high, casting sharp shadows across the runway. The wind carried the faint scent of jet fuel. Aethel stood still, hands clasped behind his back, his coat billowing slightly. The other board members of Megacity I lined up beside him, all waiting, their expressions neutral, their postures rigid.
All were present except Kira.
They had all been summoned here for a reason, but none knew what it was.
Soon, a black private jet appeared in the distance.
The jet descended, its sleek black body reflecting under the sunlight.
The large blue "U" of the Union was displayed on its side.
The engines roared as it touched down smoothly, rolling to a stop directly in front of them.
There was a pause. Then the doors hissed open. A red carpet was rolled out.
The board members stood taller at the sight.
The atmosphere shifted.
Then, he stepped out.
Union President Galisk.
Galisk walked with calm steps, his brown and white hair swept back.
