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The real Elijah sat in his room. He had briefly tried to get some sleep, but as soon as the radio calls came in reporting Citizen troop movement, he sprang up and listened to the back and forth chatter. He had very little experience in tactics or strategy, so he remained silent, only listening. When he heard the size of the incoming force, he started to pace back and forth, hands trembling.
This continued for some time until he finally sat down, cradling his head in his hands. He took several breaths and thought once again of his goal. He clenched his teeth again as he thought of the bastard Lange, who they called Citizen One. He has to still be alive. He wouldn't just let himself expire from old age.
Tears welled up in his eyes; he shook his head, clearing it. This is the only way, he thought.
Victor had gone. They agreed that, when it became necessary, someone would have to go into the outside world. In spite of Elijah's protests, Victor insisted that it be him. Being potentially close to the line of fire from Citizens and ambitious individuals alike, Victor falling wouldn't be as devastating, as Elijah could then step in. In addition, with everyone thinking that Elijah was out and about, the real one didn't have much use for a bodyguard. He's also worried about my health, Elijah thought. He doesn't think I have the strength to see this through.
Victor immediately left when the pair of Sergei's people arrived, bringing with them the suggestion of unification. Given the chance, Victor intended to negotiate with everyone down below for an alliance. With his powerful presence and piercing charisma, as well as what would hopefully be a demonstration of military might, it was doubtful that Victor would fail. Elijah winced. Assuming enough of us survive tonight to make a difference, he thought.
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