An Accord (06-20-2022)

## Percival’s Court, Camelot [06-20-2022 A.D.]

In a restaurant, Archangel looks at his phone and sighs at the news. Heralda Smith had made a big name for herself over the past few days. She had also had fun targeting the CACG and other organizations in the name of Camelot. As much as he wanted to pass it off as propaganda, he couldn’t help but think he was actually making things worse. He tried to call Imperialist earlier, but it went straight to voicemail. He wondered how the elections would go. As he was about to call Void, he heard a voice on the right of his booth. “Director Archangel?” He looked up with a smile but then it dropped as he examined the greeter. He has blonde hair, a well kept suit, and has a pale complexion. What he noticed the most were the bandages that covered his eyes. “How may I help you?” Archangel asks, putting down his phone. The man smiles and responds, “I just wanted to talk with you for a while. I’ve heard a lot about you.”

“Through…Heralda?”

“Oh, heavens no. Not from that fear-mongering machine. I mean before all that. I’ve actually followed the Group for a while.”

“Is that so?”

“Indeed. I’m especially somewhat of a fan of you.”

“Oh, thank you. I’m flattered.”

“Well, since we did mention Heralda, I wanted to know how you feel about this. Uh, may I?”

“Of course, nobody else is sitting here but me.”

“Thank you. So, about Heralda..”

“I’ve never heard of her.”

“Same here. She just kind of popped up out of nowhere. But I guess that’s the thing about candidates and politicians. You rarely ever know where they come from. They just come into existence.”

“I guess you’re right about that. I never knew our Sovereign existed. But I ended up liking them anyways. This one however, she seems very…”

“Troublesome for you, yes.”

“Mm.”

“What will you do?”

“I don’t know. I guess we just wait and see. There’s a lot of support for what we do but, it seems that she’s growing support on the other side very fast. I’m worried of what new laws she’ll create.”

“But what if you *could* do something about it?”

“Pardon?”

“You could always speak up about it, make a speech, a video, make a debate with her or maybe even make sure she doesn’t win.”

“Are…are you suggesting rigging the vote?”

“I wouldn’t call it rigging, more so adjusting public opinion.”

“I can’t do that. This is a democracy. Whatever the people feel is right is the main goal.”

“Fair. Sorry for suggesting.”

“It’s fine just…I can’t do that.”

“It’s understandable. Then how about making sure she can no longer run?”

“Sabotage?”

“In a way, yes. I can help with that. Listen, Heralda’s position will affect me too. As you may have noticed, I can see you, even though I’m blind. And not by something like echolocation, but I can literally see you.”

“You’re anomalous…?”

“I am. And I’m honestly *scared* of what might happen if Heralda wins. I kind of look up to you guys. You contain anomalies for their safety. I would turn myself in, but I just love walking around too much. I’ve already kind of set up a life around here. But I admire everyone’s work. Just, think about it for a while, yeah?”

The man writes down numbers on a napkin and gives it to Archangel. He looks at it as the man gets up. “What’s your name by the way? You never said it,” Archangel inquires while watching him leave. The man stops and smiles at Archangel while answering, “You can call me Luke.” The man leaves the restaurant. Archangel puts away the napkin and gets back on his phone. Across social media, he sees a few people talking about the Group, and how they’ve lost trust. Many are in favor of Heralda Smith. He considers Luke’s suggestion as he takes his order with the Waiter.