[center][h2]Ferdinand Gasol[/h2][/center]

So, Ferdinand Gasol had been given a job! He thought to himself as he exited the jeep and walked up the steps to his office in a nondescript grey concrete building. The sizzling hot air of the airfield along with the fumes of aircraft hung in the air behind it.

Against all the odds Presidente Saavedra had positioned him as General of the Airforce. This filled him with hope, courage and optimism for the future. It was a shame about the drugs though. Drugs filled the streets and encouraged the youth to turn to a life of crime to help fill their addiction instead of having shining careers in the Melizean Army, -in OUR Army-
Ferdinand didn’t know of any way to communicate his feelings to the new President. And what difference would it make, the youth were still choosing drugs. And there in lay the conundrum, it was a war that Ferdinand didn't know how to fight, because it wasn't conducted on the national level, but in the hearts and minds of every youth of the country. And there in lay the problem, they were left defenceless, on their own, naked.
 
Ferdinand finished walking up the stairwell to the top floor of his office. He liked to do that to stay fit. He bid hello to his secretary and writing pool as he unlocked his office. It was still a hot day inside and all the fans were on but barely keeping pace. Ferdinands office didn't have air-con but he had personally bought his own mini-fridge. He took out an ice cool water and uncapped it. He took a long drag of it to help clear his thoughts. Time to go to work.

He had lists of equipment that needed approval of the Secretary of Defence, and lists of names of paratroopers to be recommended to the elite “Jaguar Commandos”. That was what he had, an army on paper. Until he actually received his budget, on paper it would stay. And paper doesn't march anywhere. He needed fuel, and a steady supply of it. Without it nothing will fly and we’ll be sitting ducks. But what he wanted was some Hind helicopters. The men to pilot it he could train from anywhere, personally if need be. But for now he would have to wait until the Secretary of Defence finished preparing her office. Isabella Cortez, he knew very little about her really other than he liked the name. Her early life was a mystery. She had forcefully taken charge of a Cartel. So she was brave, but reckless? With a deathwish? Who knew where her loyalties really lay? Well one thing was for sure, she worked for El Presidente Saavedra. The DEMOCRATICALLY elected El Presidente Saavedra. Just like the rest of us.
Ferdinand was most concerned about the fuel supply. Without a steady supply and maybe even an emergency stockpile, nothing but the most -absolutely- vital of missions could be completed. Then Ferdinand took out a leaf from his copy of his recommendation paper “I know how to make you fly”. His paper aeroplane sailed across his office room and bonked against a book shelf.