Lucas hopped off the Sky-Line near Soldier's Field and readjusted his tool belt and hair. He loved riding the Lines, the adrenalin, the wind in your hair, it was fantastic. Columbia was beautiful, true, but it was corrupt, with two idiots spewing their beliefs at each other, fighting for supremacy. That is why Lucas never joined the Vox, even though he was a worker. Fitzroy was just pissed at Fink, albeit rightfully so. He joined the Knights of Songbird because they fought for everyone, not just the working man, or the rich, white believers. Speaking of the Songbirds, he noticed a suspiciously familiar poster. A meeting? He stared at the telegram, and then at the poster, thinking it over. 
"The motorized patriot can wait." Lucas said to himself, stuffing the telegram in his pocket and making his way to the usual meeting place for briefing.