I had thought
about Paul all day; the image of his death was playing over and over in my
mind. I needed to figure out a way to get back at this government for all of
their wrongdoings and finally the answer hit me. I was going to start a
coalition to take down the government! I knew that I could get the support I
needed from friends and coworkers. The hatred towards the leader was widespread
and riots had been occurring for the last several years. All of those riots and
coup attempts had failed previously and I knew that I would have to try a
different approach to succeed. Every time, the riot or coup was hastily put
together and there was no real organization, leading to mass chaos.
I talked to James
at the end of the day about my idea.
“I’m pissed off too, but I don’t
see how this is the best course of action. I mean, how would we do this? I
don’t know how we can survive, let alone succeed.”
“It’s gonna be very difficult but I
have an idea. We need to be organized and we have to be secretive. The first
rule of our coalition: Don’t talk about The Coalition.”
“Umm, then how are we going to get
people to join, Morrigan? If nobody can talk about it, how will we let them
know?”
“Simple, we find people that we
know want to take action against our government and tell them to meet with us
at my place,” I said.
“Well, okay, I’m in. I feel like
I’m going to regret this decision, but I can’t let you do this on your own,”
James said, putting his hand on my shoulder.
“Tell me what to do,” he said.
I
knew this would be a great undertaking and I was greatly comforted by James. He
had always been there for me in the best and worst of times. He was one of the
few people that could handle my stubbornness and my determination. I’ve always
felt we had a connection, but neither of us seemed to be in that place at the
same time.
For about an hour
at the end of the day, I walked around the factory talking to people gauging
interest while being as discrete as possible about what the coalition was. At
the end of the hour, I was able to get a few people to agree to come to my
apartment the next day after work. The Coalition was born.
James and I took the dreaded walk
home in silence, avoiding the route that we took when Paul died in the morning,
taking the long way. This route was not the most aesthetically pleasing, with
all the brick buildings looking ugly and about as run down as decrepit shacks
are. I was told that District 1 used to have skyscrapers before the collapse of
democracy a few hundred years ago, but obviously nobody around here had
actually witnessed the beauty firsthand. What we know now are from passed down
stories and some of the history texts our government actually lets us read. It
was about 5 o’clock and
you could see the stars in the sky as we walked home. The stars were the only
solace I had from the hellish day I had. Before I knew it, I was at my
apartment.
James turned to me and said, “I
can’t stay tonight, but I know we’ll make it through this. We’ll get those
bastards for what they’ve done.” He gave me a hug and walked away. Normally if
he didn’t stay for a while after work I’d be upset but tonight it didn’t bother
me. I had too much work to do to prepare for the first meeting of The
Coalition. Tomorrow would make or break our whole operation and I had no intention
of slowing down now.
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