Wing City Hall

She nodded. "And see that poor child gets someone to talk to. She won't talk about it, but she watched her parents die, Ms. Dumitrescu. She needs someone to help her stop ignoring that." And she was certain the girl had been doing just that. Still, the woman watched the girl pack up, carefully putting each jar away. "She's a good girl, obedient. She just needs a firm hand and to be kept busy enough trouble can't find her." That was a tricky prospect.

Nadya packed more of the jars away, carefully stacking the boxes as she finished them. There weren't too many, and it wasn't long until one of the other russians came tot he tent, and greeted Nadya happily before he began to take the boxes away. Lina watched with a smile. "That's my son. He's a good boy. He likes to wander the market, you see. Make certain no one is underselling me." Sabotaging them discreetly if they were. A good boy. "Between the two of them, everything will be quickly put up."

Catherine just frowned, concern clearly evident across her features, she had yet to really process her own father's death, much less find a way to help Nadya process the death of her parents. "I will talk to my niece and see what can be done." She tried to assure the other, but that was difficult enough as it was, as the old woman had already singled her out. "Yes, she is.. she tries hard." Catherine said again trying to assure the babushka. Keeping Nadya busy was going to be a headache and a half; for all persons concerned.

"Well, it was nice to meet you, Ms. Sokolova, I wish circumstances had been better. Sometimes work follows me home on my days off." She told the other as she handed the shawl back.

"Oh it was exciting. It was good for this old heart of mine." She said and smiled. "Tell Nadya to come visit more." She instructed and accepted the shawl. "You and this niece of yours too." She insisted, and then went to shoo Nadya away to her guardian. Nadya left the throw there and joined Catherine, then looked at the rain, unimpressed.

"So. I guess there's gonna be a lot of questions?" She said, uncertain. "Ms. June should be there. She kind of knows, and can stop me if I'm about to say something I'm not allowed to." She wasn't supposed to talk about any of it, but it was pretty clear that she was not being given a choice. Her far, far flung past had come to bear.

"I'll be certain to." Catherine replied calmly, keeping her annoyance at bay. 'Ruined my day off... damn nosy babushka..." She muttered grumpily under her breath in Romanian. She would have rather dispatched the man then and there, but there had been civilians to take into account, and she really didn't want yet another reprimand stuck in her personnel file. Especially as things were going relatively well for once.

Sighing and looking at Nadya, as she pushed a strand of white hair out of her face, Catherine scowled at the thought of dealing with June so soon. "Yes." She answered as she headed back to the car. "And she will be."

Appearing outside of Wing City Hall, the Shard Inc. representative Aaron Blake stood sharply dressed in his business attire - after all, this was a suit and tie type of event. He stepped towards the building, intent driving him forwards while he carried a briefcase. He had an important business meeting with some of the upper echelons of Wing City's political sphere, which Shard Inc. was looking into getting involved in. Wing City was under attack regularly, and could use funds...support. Support meant they could fend off some invaders, and would-be controllers under the banner of the Imperium.

This...this would give strength to the Wing City leadership, the funds given through Shard Inc. as well as the brilliant minds behind them. They already had The 6th Order under their thumb in terms of a powerhouse militarily, if they could get Wing City under their control economically and support-wise...Shard would grow exponentially in political and economic power.

It was a bleak morning, the haze of mist surrounded and enveloped the city streets, adding to the overall depressing atmosphere. People were just starting their days, heading to work in various shapes and forms. Wing City Hall wasn't particularly bustling with activity, but it was nonetheless active as various public officials began to go about their daily business. Bureaucrats, politicians, city police, and more entered the chambers.

Outside, making entrance into the building difficult were many assorted protesters. One prominent design of flag was waved in the air among them - a maroon, white, and black tricolor with an emblem in the center of an off-red skeleton wrestling a lion into submission. All of the people wore similar clothes; slim black uniforms akin to that of a military outfit. Each of them wore or had gasmasks on in some way shape or form. Despite being protesters, they were organized...planted here, by the NPM. And their goal was the same as ever, to make a scene. To show their displeasure. To convince others to their cause. And most importantly, to be noticed. They often vented their frustrations during these protests about their ideologies not being represented in government.

This had been a recent occurrence in the wake of a perceived lack of stability and lack of will on behalf of the Terran government to deal with what the group called "Rotten Organizations". What this meant changed frequently, but often it was in reference to the various governmental bodies in charge of Terra. Today, it was Wing City which had one of these faux protests. Tomorrow, it'd be another city. And another. Local cells were stationed, and people were sent across the world to participate in these protests to bolster numbers. In practice, with every protest, people are swayed to their side of things. Gradually ands surely, a poisonous brain rot culminated. They were radicals today, but the radicals of today could be the rulers of tomorrow...and that's what they truly wanted. To rule. To enact their "pure" Futurist ideology upon the masses, and to improve people.

It wasn't just Terra...the NPM had aspirations outside of Terra. The Aschen and Taiyou governments were tougher shells to crack thanks to their more authoritarian systems and were not quite as open as Terra, but in due time they could be 'enlightened'...

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As time progressed, the protestors begun to become more aggressive, never outright escalating to violence but escalating nonetheless. Police stationed at City Hall begun to emerge for backup. Things were getting ugly, and putting people on edge...hoping this wouldn't escalate past a simple protest by delusional ultranationalists...