Landing in Oman as a man wanted by the Royal Family and trying to get through its customs was pretty much a suicide mission. It was an absolute fool’s errand. One that would normally no doubt result in one’s death.
That being said, Alex was a master of disguise, no doubt in thanks to the rewards the system had granted him. Because of this, Alex had the ability to peerlessly walk through any security checkpoint with a false identity.
Thus, the moment Alex’s plan landed in the Capital of Oman, and the security checked his passport. This time going under the guise of Roland Beran, a citizen and businessman from the Czech Republic. Alex once more managed to get past the security of a potentially hostile nation without eliciting the slightest suspicions from the authorities.
Because of this, he entered Muscat, which was the capital of Oman with a particularly smug expression on his face. Alex had thought of a heavily convoluted plan to get himself invited into the Omani royal palace. And had spent some time preparing for a meeting with the Sultan.
His current identity was the representative of a Czech-based arms manufacturer. One that had been invited out to the country at the behest of the Royalty in order to demonstrate its latest weapons to the Omani Military whose inventory was comprised of what you can call aging equipment.
Because of this, the Sultan of Oman was unknowingly inviting the man who was responsible for eloping with his son’s fiancée into his home. And Alex received the red carpet treatment as a result. Not only was he welcomed at the airport after passing through security by personal representatives of the Sultan. But was even gifted a rather luxurious sports car as well.
Once escorted safely into the Royal Palace, Alex met with the Sultan of Oman and greeted him with a rather favorable façade.
“Your highness, it is so great to finally meet you. I assure you, you have made the right choice selecting the Czech Republic as the distributor of small arms for your nations military. I have brought more than a small selection to display you’re your highness, and his family.”
The Omani Sultan was excited to see Alex as well, and was very polite to him. No doubt because of his false identity. And he was quick to introduce the man to his family who he had forced all of them to attend this welcoming. Including his reclusive daughter.
Alex shook hands with Ali, pretending as if there was no animosity between the two of them. Before doing the same to the young princess. After which he shook the youngest son’s hand. Once he had gotten properly acquainted with the Sultan and his family. Alex returned his attention to the man in charge who was ushering him into his home for a luxurious feast.
Once seated, the Sultan was quick to talk about the current affairs of his country, and why they had suddenly decided to modernize the infantry equipment of their soldiers.
“Truth be told, Mr. Beran, you have come to Muscat at a challenging time. The Iranians have been backing Shiite extremists in my country. And the hardware they are using is no joke. Just last week, a suicide bomber went off in the center of the city, killing well over a hundred people!
My men have engaged these terrorists in several skirmishes, but have suffered numerous casualties. We are not just hoping to replace the aging rifles in our arsenal, but also invest significantly in modern protective systems. Will you be able to provide such things to my soldiers as well?”
Could Alex provide body armor to the Omani security forces? Not at all, hell he couldn’t even provide the rifles and machine guns he was claiming to possess. But was he willing to lie, and say that a deal could be made to secure such critical items? Absolutely, and because of this he wore a shameless smirk on his face, while confirming he indeed had he ability to provide such equipment, for the right price.
“Of course, your highness. Our corporation manufactures a wide variety of weapons and protective systems for the discerning customer. It is simply a matter of price from our standpoint.” This was exactly what the Sultan wanted to hear. And he continued to chat with Alex throughout the night. All the while Alex cast friendly glances towards the young and reclusive Princess who appeared to be entirely out of her element at such an event.
The young Princess of Oman was quite beautiful, barely an adult. Albeit with flawless tan skin. Dark hair, and darker eyes. It was styled into a ponytail. And it was clear that her servants had gone all out with her appearance for tonight’s dinner. Because she seemed like the type who was deeply uncomfortable with such gatherings.
In fact, Alex could tell the girl was definitely the type to normally neglect her appearance. Because she was so uncomfortable, Alex took the first given opportunity to properly introduce himself to the young woman.
“What’s the matter, Princess Safiyya? Am I really so frightening that you must avert your gaze from me?”
Saffiya shocked Alex when she spoke back to him, clearly not having any qualms giving him a verbal thrashing despite him not having done anything to deserve it.
“It’s nothing. I just try not to associate with merchants of death like yourself!”
After saying this, she snubbed her nose at Alex, causing him to chuckle… This princess was something else entirely. Introverted, bad with public appearances, and still absolutely shameless enough to chastise one of her father’s guests because she disagreed with him morally on the choice of his occupation.
He had to admit; she was a target with pursuing. And it was in that moment the system spoke to him.
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A wild heroine has appeared.
Princess Saffiya Rashid
Age 18
Affection: -50
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When Alex saw this, he wanted to break out into laughter. He had come to fuck this girl out of an act of revenge against her brother, before killing said brother in the most brutal capacity he could imagine. Only for her to turn out to be a heroine. Well, if that was the case, then there was only one sentiment to be expressed.
“Game on!”