Santiago's POV
I arrived in Tokyo Haneda at around 1 p.m. Tokyo time. So, wearing my latest sunglasses, I stepped out of my private jet. There was barely anyone on the tarmac because we did not inform the media on our arrival so we could get as little attention as we could before the big fish (the scrutiny of the Triad Powers) would be fished out of the water. One member of Spain's national assembly Cortes Generales, a Barcelonian woman named María José González, was scouring our surroundings for any cameras or reporter microphones. "There is no media aquí, Señor Santiago Martinez," she muttered while clutching a clipboard and her smartphone.
"Sí, María," I responded with a chuckle. "Oguz, Paulo, and Paraskevas are already in the airport terminal. Let's get off, amigo."
The three of us, alongside an attendant of mine, descended the steps.
A bit later, we regrouped with Oguz, Paulo, and Paraskevas and their attendants: Cisco Avila of Brazil's Brazilian National Congress, Aydan Taşkıran of Turkey's Grand National Assembly of Turkey, and Aias Christoforou of Greece's Hellenic Parliament. "Hola!" I called to them while readjusting my shades to emanate a cool-like pose on them.
"Ah, it's Mr. Martinez," said Aias while adjusting his Greek Orthodox cross on his necklace.
"Ola," Paulo said with a chuckle. "How's the long flight from Madrid while dodging Russian and Chinese airspaces?"
"Long, amigo." I chuckled. "But worth the extra fuel I put into my private jet. By the way, where's Leopoldo Alberto? Did he take off from Rome yesterday?"
"Oh, he's already going to the Kantei," Cisco responded. "He will meet up with Mr. Leo Santos and Mr. Paul Suharto. He just arrived here 1 hour ago."
"Yeah, guys," Paraskevas said. "Let's not waste a single second."
As we headed to the exit to our rental cars, I caught a glimpse of the Chinese and American envoys emerging from my right. Their faces became pale because they recognized me as the Prime Minister of España. I chuckled and readjusted my shades. "Hola, guys. Nice afternoon, isn't it? Adios."
I turned to the exit, and we hopped into our chosen vehicles and drove off in a convoy with no escorts.
As for drivers, the pilots of our private jets can man the rental vehicles.
Later, in a hotel near the Kantei, we regrouped with Leo, Leopoldo, and Paulo and their attendants: Juan Dante of the Philippines's Senate, Giovanni Baldassare of Italy's Italian Parliament, and Hafid Windayaningrum of Indonesia's House of Representatives. Plus, there was Leo's friend Boaz Isagani. Basically, all of our attendants are members of our home countries' national assemblies, and they got the chance to see Japan's beauty while we will dismantle the pressures of the Triad Powers on Japan and Señor Motoi, their Prime Minister.
"Motoi-san was doing okay since we revealed our operation against the foreign agents of the Big Three," Leo said to us.
"Evet, Leo," Oguz responded with a chuckle. "I also saw the successful food diplomacy in the Special Region from my country's intelligence agency. Mrs. Co Lada loved the simit and feta, did she?"
"Yup!" Leopoldo chirped. "My AISE team did a good job on making the Neopolitan Pizza!"
Tomorrow morning will be a summit for all of us, plus meeting up with the lecherous envoys from the Big Three.
For now, we rested after our long and complicated flights in the upper floors of the hotel. We booked the entire 5th floor for ourselves. Our logistics demanded one bedroom for one MPC leader, and one room adjacent to these rooms for their attendants, drivers/aides, and other companions. 20,000 yen a night? Our personal savings from our national banks back home would say it was tiny.