As the world went on and spun, so too did the business of governance, and with it the upholding of the law and justice. Laws were what made a civilization, what gave it order and structure, what prevented the inexorable decline towards chaos and greed. People had a tendency to look out for themselves and their own interests first, and it was the place of law to make sure that they treated their fellow men fairly, and kept the peace.

Alex Sinclair knew this better than most. At the moment, his eyes worked over camera feeds and reports as he toiled through the bureaucracy that made up the world government of the Ultimatum. Clad in a business suit, he sat behind a desk and worked with a holopad, reading, writing, and hoping he wasn't straining his eyes too much. He wore a suit, formal armor not in use due to his presence within the Citadel of the Ultimatum. After all, why would he need it here? One might think that his job was a member of the Judicial Branch was more...exciting, but no one really considered what went into maintaining a world government.

He;'d worked hard to get here, this place. He'd gone through the academy with high marks, and distinguished himself in a posting in Brazil with his work against organized crime and corruption, even busting a ring within his own unit. That may not have earned him any friends within the group that he worked with and around, but it certainly got him some friends in high places, and soon enough he found himself promoted to here, booted up to a fancy office in the Citadel itself, working under Asgard herself, after a fashion anyway.

Within minutes of the bombing, an alert popped up on his holopad, detailing where the blast had taken place, the details they knew, and an advisory. He read it, gut twisting images included in the description, and rose form his seat in preparation of a request from Asgard to deal with the matter. A bombing in the capital was nothing to be overlooked, especially with the growth in strength of the mysterious 'Librarian."