The Aristotle slid into Norfolk's harbor in eerie silence. The sky was overcast, and a fog and drizzle had set in, shrouding the massive black ship in a ghostly veil. The Navy crews on the docks were tense as they set up a gangway and prepared for Saladin's UN delegation to disembark.
Saladin himself appeared on deck, his black leather military uniform immaculate despite the damp weather.
Flanking him were his security detail, handpicked women decked out in their sleek white leather uniforms.
Alexander Jones, of the United States Secret Service, came up the gangway to greet him.
"Welcome back to the United States, Mr. Saladin," he said, bowing slightly.
"Thank you, Mr. Jones. It's good to see you again," replied Saladin, with a small smile.
"Shall we proceed to the vehicles?" asked Jones.
"Yes, let's," said Saladin, following Jones down the gangway.
The convoy of black SUVs and sedans rolled out of the harbor, heading towards the UN headquarters in New York City.
