Meeting Between A.U. and NCR.

Saif steps out of his place and into his garage, he jumps in his Ferrari and  speeds to the airport to pick up Mr. Bander.

He arrives as his plane is landing. he steps out of his car and lans against the front bumper, lighting his cigar.

The plane from Amero Union lands in the NCR. The Chairman could not make it as he was busy with some important matters. He had sent his good friend and one of Amero's top economist, Mr. Runkle. Runkle was worth billions and was 33 years of age and for some reason had good relationships with many middles easter leaders. Many believe these relationships stem from the large oil trading Runkle used to take part in.

Runkle make his way down the steps, wearing a suit jacket, t-shirt and jeans, shades and a cig in his mouth.

" ahhhh, sweet ride man, is that a 75?"

"It is it is my friend! Please drive." Saif walks to the passenger side of the car, he unbuttons his yellow suit jacket and tossed it in the back seat. He jumps over the passenger door and slides into the seat puffing his cigar.

Runkle flicks his cig and gets into the car, burning out as they leave the airport.

" Where to my friend, I have no idea where anything is!"

Runkle.while laughing, swerves lanes and realized he was driving on the wrong side of the road.

"Ill show you..."
min later

"You like to have a good time friend?" Saif says as he points his handgun out the window, citizens walking on the sidewalks, he aims down the sights. BANG! BANG! BANG! Saif yells motioning the gun as if it where firing. He looks over at Runkle and begins to laugh slapping Runkle on the back. He looks ahead, "Ahhh! home sweet home." Saif says as the car rounds the corner.