eternity:harper_lockwood [redemption]

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After the election that was so clearly fixed, Aanya calls you together. Since your public return you have had to make appearances sparingly; the Council are out for your blood for stirring up trouble. The crackdown on protests has been intense but they haven't been able to quell the unrest by a long shot. You meet underground and a radio sits in the centre of the table.

“The time is here,” Aanya says. “The Council have been falsely elected and everyone knows that. The reformists aren't being listened to, and they're going to take more reactionary measures over the next few months.”

Imogen nods shortly, “We need to assassinate the Council.”

Harper's eyes widen. “//Finally//. Okay so I have been working on this plan for like years; so we get the poison, we get fake IDs right-”

A radio crackles and you hear the familiar voice of Alethea over the waves. “I was thinking something different. The assassination of the Council needs to be absolutely separated from the Reformist Movement, or we'll lose all credibility. The political climate at the moment... Well they'll blame us and they'll be even more reactionary as a result.”

“You're right,” Aanya agrees slowly.

“Right. So... What if instead of sneaking in and doing it all quietly, we push for a meeting between the Reformist group and the Council, and you... Blow it up.” 

You sit around looking at each other for a moment. There is nothing but radio silence for a few seconds afterwards. 

Harper is first to speak. “So like... we'll be blowing up our allies? I'm not so sure-”

Alethea cuts in, “No, no, this is the thing, I can plant people. I'll use it to fake my own death and a few others in the movement will work with me. An explosion's perfect because no one will expect there to be bodies.”

“Alethea's right. This way we ensure which way the reaction swings,” Aanya says.

“It'll be higher risk.” Imogen glances at Aanya.

The corner of Aanya's lip quirks up. “You're not adverse to danger,” she comments.

“Imogen is right, my way we all slip away before anyone notices anything's wrong.” Harper worries at their lower lip.

“This way's no different!” Alethea argues. “You come in as cleaners, plant the bomb, and leave.”

“Alright. The place will be swept before the meeting.” Imogen starts to roll out plans of the Council building and takes out a pencil. “Between us though,”

“We should be able to make something undetectable,” Aanya finishes.

Harper mutters something about a room under their breath and then leans forward to look over the plans. “Okay so we're doing this.”

-

The plan is set. Imogen works with your contacts to create your fake identification; Harper disguises you to look like the individuals in question; and Aanya sets them up with all the records they need so that as far as anyone could research, they are entirely legitimate cleaners. Infiltration from there is not hard. It turns out Liberty or Death has connections basically everywhere in this planet. 

Aanya and Harper help with the design of the bomb, making the trigger signal undetectable, and Imogen puts the thing together. When it's done Harper grins nervously and Aanya smiles at Imogen. “This is perfect. Thank you.” 

You get ready to leave and Harper is rambling. “So like I just wanna say if this all goes wrongly terribly wrong and we all end up dead or back on some godforsaken hell-rock again or publicly executed which is the same thing as dead but anyway point is- I just wanna say thank you. It has been. Amazing. Working with you.”

Aanya smiles, calm as ever. “And the same to you, Harper. Let's go.” And you head out.

The plant goes off without a hitch and you place signal scramblers around the room so no information on what's inside will get out and no signals but yours will get through. The only problem is you've got a set radius on the detonation switch. The trouble with a timer was there's no flexibility and you need confirmation that Alethea is out. So it's got to be within one mile. Which means you've got to be inside the city when the bomb goes off. And you know full well, that within two minutes they'll be blockading the place and within five they'll be looking for you along with anyone else who had access to that room that day. 

You take your positions across town. You've arranged a meeting point and you've got your cells. Easier to slip out unnoticed if it's not a group of you. Aanya tells Harper she trusts them to get themself and goes with Imogen. She protests she can take care of herself but Aanya insists she's never been the stealthy type. You part ways and you hold your breath as the switch is detonated. 

The next part is chaos. Sirens blaring, police and army streaming into the streets, panic and fear and before the riots can even start a marshal order has been given for everyone to return to their homes. You run. 

You arrive first at the meeting place first. Imogen and Aanya aren't in sight and really it's freaking you the fuck out and you don't even have anyone to rant about it to. Imogen isn't too long behind you. But she's on her own. You look up, at once relieved and flooded with anxiety. “Where's Aanya?”

“We got separated. She should be here soon.” 

Soon is a relative term. You wait an hour. And then you wait another. You look between the two of you and at your cell. Five more minutes and you'll call. 

And then the door opens. You nearly jump out of your skin as Aanya slips inside. You break into a smile. “I told you I'd be back.” She embraces you both and Harper let's out a nervous laugh.

“We did it! We freakin' did it!”

Aanya pulls away and smiles. “We did.”
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