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The tunnel to District 2, main transport for Peacekeepers, is unexpectedly closed before dawn. In edition, a mandatory evacuation is declared for mile around the tunnel, clearing out a large section of the South East part of town.

The evacuation ends several blocks from the Tribute Training center, but they hear plenty about it. And can see the Capitol citizens unhappily trudging to friends, relative, and the shelter set up for those with none.

The recording that plays every few minutes on all the stations state that there is danger of a possible gas leak, and the evacuation is precautionary.

However, resident report seeing teams going into the tunnels and not seeing them come out.

Some report screams.

Luckily for the Capitol, most of the teams were made of avoxes, so that rumor is easy to silence.

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There were Victors whose accomplishments Enjolras could, at least at times, understand and respect, and then there were those whose victories were much more akin to massacres. Those who seemed to enjoy the Games and the Capitol's fascination with them, those who seemed fascinated in turn by their own capacity for destruction. While he made a point not to study the past competitions with too vigilant an eye (they were distasteful, of course, but he also could admit to a healthy regard, if not fear of his own capacity for violence), he knew enough of them to know that this man was not a Victor he could easily admire.

Nevertheless, principles of space and human perception seemed to dictate that even the fairly expansive roof of the tower shrunk exponentially with every person added to it. And, as they were, at least for the moment, alone, ignoring Wesker's presences ran the potential of being more trying than actually addressing it.

"One might think such munitions inadvisable given the nature of their crisis." The observation drifted over the rooftop, a passive start to a conversation he wasn't entirely sure he really wanted to have. It was something they were both thinking, if nothing else. He had no reason to believe Wesker stupid as well as wicked, in fact the evidence was rather the contrary.

Hands tucked against the small of his back, eyes still on the distant rush of activity, Wesker didn't bother to turn. The speaker's voice held all the familiar tones of someone who was speaking because they felt they had an obligation to do so, not because they had anything of value to add.

He was well used to that.

Personally, he would have perfectly content with silence.

"Perhaps they've discovered some combative technique hereto unknown to our more antiqued selves," he drawled - that smooth purr.

Namely one that didn't end with them being charred to unrecognizable husks.

"Though somehow, I doubt it."

"As do I," the other man's tone made him recoil slightly in discomfort. Its smoothness was unnerving in ways that were both intangible and yet highly visceral. To say that his skin crawled may have been an exaggeration, but not by much.

Enjolras bit his lip in a pensive expression as they watched the bodies being led away. It wasn't at all surprising that the Capitol should choose to disguise the nature of... Whatever this was to its citizens until such time as it could be neatly packaged with all the pageantry of disaster they seemed to favor, even when there was an abundance of evidence against them. In another, more just state, he pondered, such deception might even have a note of nobility. "I find myself wondering how long it will take them to boast to us of their accomplishments, protecting their fine city in such a way."

"You should hope that they do," he replied with a dry exhale through his nose, fingers curling and flexing against his back in a small reflex. "As I'm quite sure that whatever it is they're trying to so desperately to contain, is not something you're likely to enjoy meeting."

Wesker couldn't say for certain what it was they were trying to hide, but to him there really only seemed to be two logical choices, and the chords were all so familiar....

If he hadn't known better, he'd say Raccoon City's last days were playing out before him once more.

"It would hardly matter to them what I enjoy." There was a bite to the remark, and it hung, not idly, but pungently over them. Enjolras' chin had lifted with an air of either insult or irony (potentially both at this point), a manner which contrasted sharply to his usual self-imposed neutrality. "Nevertheless, they have their duties, as our guardians. I merely meant that they will, of course, continue performing them with their typical self-import."

There was a loud crash and a few more suited figures ran into the tunnel. Scientific wonders of this type were well beyond Enjolras' understanding, he could freely admit that much, but all in all, their mission seemed to be going poorly. "I wonder what will become of the citizens they evacuated."

"I imagine they'll return home, once the trouble has cleared, eternally grateful for the protection of their keepers."

Enjolras might have been worried about something more sinister happening to them, but Wesker sincerely doubted it. There was making one or two, or perhaps even a small group if one was careful, disappear, and then there were hundreds, possibly of witnesses.

There would be no covering this up.

Unless the Capitol, like Umbrella, had developed a way to alter memory rather than just transferring it from body to body.

"And if it proves more than can be contained, well, I would expect they'll have more to worry about than what happened to their knick-knacks."

"As will we all." The idea of something the Capitol couldn't contain was terrifying in and of itself. Enjolras had a healthy regard for his own status as a relic here and the perception to which he clung regarding the Capitol and its scientific achievements, but even so. The seemed to have almost immeasurable strength. That something should be too much for them would certainly be more of an issue than a few lost trinkets or household items. "Though I meant more in terms of what kind of provisions shall be allotted for them. The people here are accustomed to a certain kind of life and I cannot expect they would be satisfied with much less."

His mouth twitched, corner ticking upward before settling again - the movement so quick it might have been a spasm, an itch, rather than the beginnings of a cold smile.

"Perhaps it will be a learning experience for them." His head tipped, morning sunlight flashing of the pale hair, turning it to gold as he peered down upon the exodus - rats, fleeing the sinking ship. "We can't always get what we want."

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