Chapter 19

                                    

                                          
~Emilia~
"Ok, let's get straight to it. Now that everybody's finally gotten up from your 10-hour stupor's, there's still work to be done for this afternoon."
Dominik had placed two large plates in the middle of the dining table, one full of assorted sandwiches cut into small triangles, and the other overflowing with strawberries, blueberries, raspberries, and pieces of banana and mango. Anna had already warned everyone that we must finish all of the fruit as it cost them a small fortune and was the last the small grocer down the street had of anything fresh. Most of the foods of choice for the vast majority of Fimiston was protein bars and meal replacement drinks, and anything that could be pumped with preservatives. Their little family of sorts lived amongst the poorest survivors, though they ate liked royalty.
Dominik sat down the end of the table, with Natasha, the second in command, sitting at the other head of the table. It was now 3pm, and Katerina had already completed one round of Fimiston, though she held onto Dominik's lunch lecture closely, painfully aware of how delicate his expectations of her were.
"There are ten days left. But I want absolutely everything done in seven, to make room for any complications." He had said as he sat down, discreetly glancing at Katerina when he mentioned 'complications'. Much to her relief, no one else seemed to pick up on his embarrassing suggestion, but it still made her sink into her seat. It reminded her of Ivan's truthfully harsh words.
"Tomorrow night, we're going back to the council buildings, as we need to try and find the blueprints of whatever's behind the high security building. We also need to find the map to the underground sections of the city so that we can plan our epidemic. 
"Petyr, Yelena, and Klaus will go up and check our messages, then secure our departure route on the way back. Ivan, please finish the count of our resources, Natasha and Anna you'll be with me downstairs."
Emilia turned the corner and stepped into the city square. There weren't as many people, but more than usual as a small market was set up. A train had arrived that morning with extra resources which were being handed out to the less fortunate people that so far only had a backpack as a home. Many of them wore the poorly fitted make-shift military outfit that she had been given herself; a survivor of the bombs slowly becoming more and more frequent in the supposed 'untouched' and 'war-free' land of Australia. There was a part of her that felt guilty knowing that the bombings were because of them. 
"Katerina," Dominik had said with the thickest of accents that rolled off his tongue so casually and yet so intensely. It made her stomach turn when she thought about it. "You'll scout the council buildings now, just to ensure that no more security has been added, and to inform us on any new threats; whether it be suspicious activity of the guards, or anything that could get in the way. Listen in to civilian conversations as well. Understood?"
There was a new instalment camera that was positioned to watch the side door to the council building. There was a normal number of soldiers circling the area, though that would be mostly scouting that no one stole from the small market, or no one that could afford the resources were taking advantage of the free supplies to those in need. 
The only thing out of sorts was a couple of older gentleman, probably in their sixties wearing old suits with colourful ties. They were yelling up at the empty balcony profanities towards the Elders. Emilia had to look twice as they insulted the council leaders by the origins of their ancestors. Their words were sloppy, and their attitude was disgusted. 
"Who do you think you are?!" "You have no right to kick us out!" "Go back to your bushes and your rocks!" The red-faced mouth breathers then picked up a handful of stones and thrown them at the large, tinted windows that wrapped around the entirety of the Council building.