Airforce One rolled onto the Tarmac really late, luckily there was already a limousine waiting for the president when he arrived, who stepped off the plane with all the poise and class of an emperor or a ruler, there was nothing humble about Bradley Dugan and he knew it but he didn't have to be humble, he was here for one purpose and that was to meet with his allies and hopefully settle something with those robots who squatted in his beautiful country. Flanked by secret service agents the president got into the limo and enjoyed the bumpy ride to the conference.

The limo had made post haste to the meeting, it had already started seeing as all of the delegates with the exception of the giant 20ft tall robots was already inside, he opened the door to the conference, immediately eyes looked his way but if the president cared he showed no signs, to be honest he wanted them to look at him, to know his face. Taking his seat next to Japan a member nation of the directorate the president turned his eyes towards the speaker.