"And to re-state, this city is experiencing a rampant nameless problem, and I for one say that we should exile the lot of 'em!" said a man from a top a podium.<br/><br/>Another man in the crowd scoffs quietly under his hood. He redoes the black gloves under his robes to make them tighter before silently starting to push his way out of the crowd. As he reached the edge he shielded his eyes from the light. They built this large town square specifically to push the contradictory politics of the ruling classes. It let the named, feel a bit better about themselves by arguing about topics that seem to hit close to home. Of course they don't talk about all of the real problems. As soon as the man left the crowd he felt a light tap on his shoulder<br/><br/>"Q, we should abort, this mission is too dangerous." He heard a very cute but mature girl's voice.<br/><br/>He shook his head "You can, i'd rather not have the face die here, but..." He seemed to disappear back into the crowd.<br/><br/>The girl clicked her tongue annoyedly.<br/><br/>Q appeared on the opposite side of the crowd 'looks like I'm using the Aux spot.' He thought.<br/><br/>about and hour later a shot is heard throughout the crowd and he politician falls to the ground. He does seem to still be alive though.<br/><br/>__________________________________________________________________________________________________________________<br/><br/>Sarah let out a relieved sigh "I made so much today, Brother's gonna be so happy." She was still wearing her really nice but slightly skimpy work attire, with its frilly miniskirt and slightly too small blouse. She did the usual routine of making sure no one would see her enter the alleyway and then she finally made her way to her home. Though she knew it was only a home to her and Justin, to everyone else they were there illegally, but she was not about to live in a homeless colony. She shuddered at the thought. She slid down the maintenance ladder and threw open the door with an excited expression. This expression suddenly soured when she saw Justin's face. He was pressing his very bruised cheek against an ice pack while tinkering with his gun. Sarah never liked the gun she saw it as evil, but she knew that sometimes it could be necessary, and she trusted Justin.<br/><br/>"Justin, what the heck happened?"<br/><br/>He looked at her and then looked away "Nothing much."<br/><br/>She pouted "Liar." While walking over to him she noticed more bruises and that his leg was bleeding, "Jesus." she grabbed his shoulders and pulled on him "Stop working on your gun and let me make sure you don't get an infection."<br/><br/>He sighed but layed back in his chair and let her clean and bandage his wounds.<br/><br/>Sarah wanted to ask, but she knew he wouldn't say, he never did. Instead she smiled at him and said "All done."<br/><br/>He patted her head "Thanks Sarah, i don't know what i'd do with you."<br/><br/>Sarah giggled, knowing that she really wasn't that needed but at least he thought so. She then went over to her computer. Today was the day. She had seen a few conversations between MICA and afterthought, and today she was going to pop in and say hi. She jumped on the message board and started a chat with them. She wrote something, but erased it. She did this multiple times before settling on "I've been reading for a while now, and what i have read has intrigued me, i would like to talk." She sent this under her alias of RMC.<br/><br/>__________________________________________________________________________________________________________________<br/><br/>Aisha had made her way to the rooftop of one of her families buildings. She kicked a can into the railing angrily "Damn it Q could have compromised everything!" She sighed and sat down on the edge of the building. Her legs dangled dangerously over the 60 story drop. How long had she been at this quest of hers? She downed an entire 8 ounce beer as she thought this. It felt like nothing was changing, and it felt like she kept losing allies. She downed another beer, and coughed a bit. "W-wrong pipe..." She had been so close to at least getting something she could use against the government. Her intentions weren't exactly pure, she just had a specific hatred for the family who was at the head of everything. The Siegfried's had owned everything for a long time. Archibald Siegfried, the head of this city, the capital of the world had been the one to blackmail her dad into using his casino for human trafficking but its not like she had the evidence to incriminate the most powerful man in the world and speaking ill of him was a crime. She clicked her tongue "Fucking G-San,  he didn't even send up the amount that i had wanted." She shook her beer sort of wishing or more.