Kennedy's convoy, under tight security, drove straight into the National Palace.
The license plate? No need to check it.
The guards even salute us!
The convoy stopped beneath the main building. Kennedy stepped out of the car and adjusted his military uniform. "You wait here. I'll go up alone. Give me the item."
"Yes, sir!"
Carrying a briefcase, he dashed upstairs. The staff he encountered greeted him with respectful "Good day, Defense Minister."
Kennedy smiled and nodded, forgoing the elevator and climbing the stairs without pause.
"Sir." Guard Commander Joseph Xiafei stood at the staircase, hands folded, clearly already informed of his arrival.
"Apologies."
Kennedy chuckled and opened his arms wide, signaling them to perform a check.
No one was permitted to carry weapons; after all, the Takagi Masao debacle had passed only a few years ago.
The guards meticulously conducted the search but found nothing, nodding toward Xiafei.
"Thank you, Defense Minister."
