[B]20 October 2077[/B]
[B]Portland, Oregon - Downtown[/B]
[B]Morning, Light Rain[/B]

Only three others snuck outside the back of the shop with Perry. After creeping through a winding alleyway they reached the street where the tension began to thaw. Among them stood a broad shouldered, clean cut man in a leather coat, a woman with bohemian-style clothes draped about her slender frame, and finally, a mid-toned woman so sharply dressed Perry found himself staring. When the woman in the pant suit noticed Perry's prolonged gaze, the rest began to look about too.

"Hope you don't expect compensation," said the sharply dressed woman, her chin raising at 'expect'. Perry cocked a brow. "Leaving was as natural of a thought as any -- a good one, yes, but regardless. My thanks should be enough. [I]Thanks[/I]."

Without another word the woman buttoned her wool overcoat jogged out from the alley. Between them, the three remaining simply watched with perplexed looks. 

"Runnin' like that, ain't nobody's fault but hers if a soldier puts her down," the large man exclaimed with a shake of his head.

Bohemia tipped her head and stared daggers over her, her thin-framed, circle lensed glasses. "That a [I]joke[/I]? 'Better keep it in low-gear else the pigs'll lay down the pain'. Fuck that. I'd rather get even than be some G-Man's little bitch," she retorted. Like an elephant set against a mouse, the man stepped back. "If all you're good for is playin' the vic you best keep walkin'. You too! Can't make eye contact, huh?" 

"Tone it down," Perry sighed as he gazing into his watch. He knew for smaller riots a street team would start preparing a few hours beforehand. They usually gathered in a safe-house or some abandoned storage facility to assign objectives, if any, and escape routes, always many. With executions in the street he figured tonight's riot would be more than just some pep rally. "Do what you'd like. No matter what you do though, keep your head down. I don't think these guys think much past the trigger. I've got somewhere to be though. Y'all are welcome to join me."

[B]20 October 2077[/B]
[B]Portland, Oregon - Portland City Hall[/B]
[B]Mid-Morning, Light Rain[/B]

Deborah settled into a relaxed pace and unbuttoned her wool coat. Smoothing out her charcoal pant suit, she took a deep breath. A Renaissance inspired building stood four stories high to her side with another, much taller building just up the road. She knew both quite well, but had her eyes on the smaller of the two -- City Hall. Between her and the elegant wood entrance stood two guards with pistols strapped to their hips. As she approached, both men raised one hand, reaching for their side-arms with the other. Despite their aggression and the rain, Deborah reached into her coat, flashing a smile with such poise that the men paused. She flashed a small leather booklet to the men. Instantaneously their shoulders relaxed, their warnings now embarrassed beckoning for her approach.

Before making her way to the staircase a man had already taken Deborah's coat. By the time she ascended the stairs and came to the main hall's doors, the woman who stood ready to enter and the woman who just before had run blocks through the rain were far, far apart. Her mind, the shootings, and the rush dissipated and left her mind clear. She took a small breath, curved her lips into a smile, then entered. 

"Madam, perfect timing. The first of the ambassadors are set to arrive this afternoon. I need your approval on this order so we can be ready for the conference tomorrow morning," a thin man explained too fast in what sounded as if a wheeze. "Madam, are you alright? It's not like you to be late."

Deborah glared at the man sharply before offering the twinge of a smile. He immediately lowered his head as if fearful. "Quite alright, but I assure you, I know far better what is and is not [I]like me[/I]. Show me the order. We need preparations finished before the first ambassador arrives. How can you expect them to take Vault-Tec seriously if we can't have a simple banquet ready upon arrival? Oh," Deborah paused, and for a moment her poise broke and a glimmer or something appeared in her eye. "The city is growing rebellious. I need two soldiers for every ambassador should they leave City Hall. I know we did not budget for this originally, but it is important. See to it."