[center][b][h1][color=#44F03E]𝔽[/color][color=#42E93C]𝕦[/color][color=#40E33A]𝕥[/color][color=#3EDD39]𝕚[/color][color=#3DD737]𝕝[/color][color=#3BD136]𝕚[/color][color=#39CB34]𝕥[/color][color=#38C532]𝕪[/color][color=#36BF31]:[/color] [color=#32B32E]𝕋[/color][color=#31AD2C]𝕙[/color][color=#2FA62A]𝕖[/color] [color=#2C9A27]𝔾[/color][color=#2A9426]𝕣[/color][color=#288E24]𝕖[/color][color=#268823]𝕒[/color][color=#258221]t[/color] [color=#21761E]𝔾[/color][color=#20701C]𝕒[/color][color=#1E6A1B]𝕞[/color][color=#1C6419]𝕖[/color][/h1][/b][/center]
[color=008000][h3]𝕊𝕨𝕒𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕊𝕥𝕣𝕖𝕖𝕥 ℂ𝕠𝕞𝕞𝕠𝕟𝕤[/h3]
[b]ℕ𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕞𝕓𝕖𝕣 𝟠𝕥𝕙, 𝟚𝟘𝟞𝟜   𝟙𝟡:𝟙𝟝[/b]

[b][𝕊𝕚𝕥𝕦𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 ℕ𝕠𝕣𝕞𝕒𝕝], 𝕃𝕠𝕒𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘....[/b][/color]

Campbell found himself falling into a nearby chair as he finished speaking. Not a moment later did S'venia begin to approach. The reporter's comments defaming Gatch seemed to only leave the candidate with his head in his hands and a nearly manic look in his eyes. In response, Campbell could only offer a single huff of air trying its damnedest to be a laugh. He couldn't find such an emotion through all the nerves. [color=coral][b]I'll... I'll definitely think of something. That or I'll lose."[/b][/color] His unsure words were finished with an absent shrug. Campbell already looked like a defeated man, but at the very least he was prepared for whatever awaited him back on that stage, whether it was personal attack or being outwit by a company man.

Without thinking, Campbell took the computer from his media manager, pressing play as he stared into the void behind the screen. The frazzled demeanor of the candidate seemed to fall away if only for a moment while the series of video clips played out before him. As if the striking images of Campbell only moments ago reinvigorated any lost courage in the man, his composure fell back over him like a tidal wave. He was back. [color=coral][b]"Alright. This is it, yeah. Let's get it on the Net. Good work, S'venia."[/b][/color] Just a moment later Campbell directed his gaze back to the suite door in the mess of commotion. The look of willful intent upon his face remained. [color=coral][b]"That seems like it might help..."[/b][/color] Campbell shrugged. [color=coral][b]"Anything to sate the masses at this point. There ain't much else we can do. Stick to the sources you know will make a difference. I— ..."[/b][/color]

Campbell trailed off, his eyes caught by the fluctuating light of a mounted television providing coverage of the debate. As much as his diminutive media team could accomplish in their own right, they would never be able to stop large-scale news outlets from putting all the spotlights on Gatch. Campbell's opponent hadn't left the floor of the lounge during the intermission. Swarmed by his colleagues, reporters, and supporters alike, he was in his element. Campbell needed to follow suit. Before the candidate could get down to business, however, Richter Gamble spoke up. His words certainly offered Campbell little in the way of comfort, but what Richter spoke was pertinent. Rott was gone, and no one in Campbell's network of information knew where he was. Taryn and Alton soon joined Richter in his concerns, both bringing up claims that were just as valid. The candidate started speculating aloud. 

[color=coral][b]"Maybe Gatch knows where he is... Maybe he has something to do with Rott's absence in general."[/b][/color] Campbell paused, heaving a lofty exhalation. [i]Now certianly wasn't the best time for him to be worrying about it.[/i] Campbell bit his tongue slightly. [color=coral][b]"You're right. I'd say we need to keep tabs on him, but I imagine that isn't going to happen any time soon— if ever."[/b][/color] It appeared as though Campbell was going to continue, but his voice was overpowered by the volume of the loudspeaker that soon sounded its own robotic message throughout the Central Square lounge. [i]"The debate resumes in five minutes."[/i] Just as the alert arrived, so too did Delilah. In her facetious comments, Campbell almost lost the urgency of the situation.

Campbell steadied his breathing, turning to address the group before him as a whole. [color=coral][b]The best we can do is keep as many eyes around Central as we've got... Richter? Could be nice to see if we can find any Knights in the crowd."[/b][/color] His eyes then shifted onto Taryn. [color=coral][b]"Delilah can stay on comms with the team at the Old Rail Stop, but they are short-staffed right now. If you speak with the Central Square staff, I think I can manage to get you a car over to them. I don't mean to take you away from all the action, but Cass and Mackwell might need some help with the machines."[/b][/color] Campbell stepped away from the group once again, getting back to his pacing. This time around, however, there was a certain determination in his step. He looked to the clock.

[color=coral][b]"This is our last chance to get out on the floor boys. Alton? S'venia? I imagine you two could work some magic with the crowd so long as they aren't hounding me. I've gotta get back out on stage soon anyways. Everyone stay on deck and keep busy. If we want it, we're gonna have to pull this one back to our side. Nothing we haven't done before..."[/b][/color] With a final regard to his team, Campbell convened with them for only a moment longer. The mayoral candidate sent a fierce gaze towards the doors. Without hesitation, the fire in his step picked back up and he headed for the lounge floor. [i]Five minutes to spare.[/i]