Minister of War's office, Belgian Ministry of War, Brussels,
Halen sat on the desk, staring at the British man. The man was clearly uncomfortable, for the reason that the chairs in the Belgian War Ministry were crap. He also had been sitting for a good hour. The man was wearing a uniform, showing he was a captain in the British Army. He also was in his late twenties, was clean shaven, and quite handsome.
"So, this is taking awhile, huh," the British Officer said to Halen. Halen only responded by licking his paw. It was about this time Aerts finally showed up.
"I am so sorry to keep you waiting Captain. Let me formally introduce myself, I am Aimeus Aerts, Minister of War for Belgium. May I ask what brought you here?"
"I am Captain Jacob Hawkin of the British Army. I was sent to insure the delivery of the artillery you requested."
"Excellent," Aerts replied, "I am sure this could be a fine start to cooperation between our two peoples!"
"Of course, may I ask where I might find you military supply staff?" Captain Hawkin inquired.
"um," points at some person sitting in front of a pile of papers that dealt with military supply, "there!"
"Thank you Mr. Aerts, I hope our nations can work together." With that Captain Hawkin walked out. Halen decided to fallow him, as Hawkin was heading towards a water dish.