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[code]The Debate Intermission: 17:07[/code]
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[color=0FDAE3]“On it, Dex,”[/color] S’venia started as she was handed back her computer.  S’venia began to turn back towards her desk when a trio of voices voiced their concern with one very important, and also missing, candidate Jackson Rott.  His sudden disappearance annoyed S’venia more than anything else.  Yes, he was a gang leader who has probably committed terrible crimes, yes, his absence from a debate that could crown the new mayor of the Reclaim district was very suspicious, and yes, the thought of what might happen hung at the back of S’venia mind like an ever-present reminder to look over her shoulder or stay away from crowds.  That was all true.  S’venia was frightened by the possibilities yet, unlike the others, she did not let her fear become known.  Instead, she walked back to her desk with a friendly smile and optimistic eyes.  Today was a very important day, after-all.  She knew that Dexter needed to be kept even keel for the upcoming debate, and she knew that reminding him of the possible threat that Jackson presented would not help his nerves nor his chances.   

In a graceful manner, S’venia sat back down at her desk.  A few clicks later, the video was posted to all the media accounts related to the campaign.  S’venia grinned as the first few netizens reacted on the Lab to the posted before turning her focus to the door swinging open, and she watched as a ghost walked through the door.  [i][b]"Get ready for the big moment, big guy. Everyone's watching, and I mean not just the people out there,”[/b][/i] Delilah spoke as she entered.  Moments later, holographic fireworks erupted forth from her projector; causing S’venia’s jaw to drop ever so slightly.  Even after they faded, S’venia eyes rested as they were for a few uncomfortable moments before she pulled her gaze back to her desk.   

[i][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][/i] Dexter finished his addresses and the room fell silent once more.   

[color=0FDAE3]“Say no more,”[/color] S’venia spoke softly as she grabbed her bag that was underneath her desk and rose to her feet.  She began to walk towards the door, stopping once again besides Dexter. 

[color=0FDAE3]“Boys, Dex,”[/color] S’venia asked sarcastically, winking as she did, before she made her way to the door once more, following behind Taryn as she did.  While Taryn went through the crowd towards the side exit, S’venia made her way towards a bathroom located down the hall.  Once inside, and the door locked, S’venia opened up her bag and grabbed a vibrant yellow jacket, a plain white shirt, her normal boots and her tried and tested simple, yet visibly worn, jeans.  Quickly swapping her formal clothes for her more normal clothes, S’venia found herself feeling more like herself.  With a quick swap, S’venia moved her pistol and the extra magazine to her new jacket.  Reaching inside the bag once more, S’venia groaned as she grabbed her drone and the glasses that helped control it, moving the drone itself to the floor before sliding the glasses on as she stood up.   

[color=0FDAE3]“Time to wake up,”[/color] S’venia commanded.   

The small drone vibrated violently for a second before the repulsorlift allowed the drone to ascend upward, eventually settling in on level with S’venia’s eyes.  The front of the drone was realitively smooth when compared to the dimple laden sides and rear of the craft, with various covers hiding the lens of the various cameras housed within.  S’venia grabbed the control glove from her bag and placed it on her right hand.  [color=0FDAE3]“Standard video quality,”[/color] she paused as she watched one of the covers open sideways before a long lens erupted outward.  Instantly, S’venia own image was projected as a small square on the inside of the glasses as the camera started to record, S'venia smiled as she flashed the peace sign to herself,[color=0FDAE3]“track and follow mode,”[/color] she finished as she grabbed the bag and slung it over her shoulder, before exiting out the bathroom, heading down the main flight of stairs, and finally out the door and into to the square. 

[color=0FDAE3]“Video Capture mode, record in standard video quality and hover at altitude one,”[/color] S’venia spoke the drone flew upward, joining the plethora of other media devices flying high up in the air.  S’venia did not have long before the debate began, so she decided to simply wait for it to start and work her magic at the right time.  S’venia leaned against the side of a building, rotating her drone with her free hand, partly gathering footage to edit later if Dex won, and another part watching for Jackson Rott’s crew just in case.  Once the debate started, S'venia planned to work the crowd.  Cheering, booing, and things of the like as the debate went on.  She scanned the crowd ahead of her, looking for the tell-tale banners of Dexter Campbell's fans.[/center]