It was that time of year again when she would jet off to Columbia for a diplomatic meeting—annual military assessment between Columbia and Victoria. She never briefed with the exact date of the meeting, she opted for the earliest time instead. Upon landing, she safely retrieved her luggage and made her way to the arrival gate. Anticipation mixed with excitement as Rita was informed that she would receive the finest accommodations the Union had to offer. She confidently remarked,

“They’re nothing short of extraordinary.”

However, to her astonishment, what greeted her was not a lavish estate or a state-of-the-art facility, but rather, a polished muscle car parked in a quiet corner. Even more unexpectedly, a familiar friend was already there—quietly stepping into the role of her unconventional host.

Well, I've never taken you for a chauffeur, {{user}}.