Posted by Civilian Cort Belanger (Executive Assistant to Lt. Gov.) in Sloane Square- Contemplations (open)
He was all too aware of the special bodyguards that were hiding in plain sight. Ever since Jones died, the executive assistants had their own protection details, and while it was strange, Cort didn’t object. He knew that it was necessary until they had the perpetrator in custody and were sure there wasn’t any further risk to the colony’s leadership and diplomatic staff, or the Vren.

Sitting on a bench under the shade of a tree, he sipped his coffee and watched the colony g about its business. The mood was still more somber, but several days after news broke about Jones, people had simply got on with their lives. The world kept spinning, after all. There was a lovely sort of metaphor in there and a reminder that this difficult time would pass, just like others previously.

OOC: Anyone is free to jump in here. Cort is a friendly guy. :)

Cort Belanger, Executive Assistant to Lt. Gov.

Joseph had been on a walk looking for a place to eat his lunch, he held a plastic lunchbox in bright colours, a larger version of the Children’s lunchbox the Oed Police gives out during the yearly Job festival, his wife found the box so amusing that she had them make one in his size. The bright blue-white box with the pink-purple police mascot on prominent display always got an odd look or twelve but it was a gift from his Neema, and he always did love a good lunchbox.

He’d grown curious when he saw plain-clothed bodyguards, he didn’t recognise them in particular but the way they were spread out and how they stood told him they were the new additions to the local protection details assigned to officials who usually did not warrant protection. He wasn’t directly involved in their assignments because they were not assigned to the civilian cabinet members but he of course had been involved in the conversation. It didn’t take him long to see who they were assigned to, he took in how they stood, and where they were looking, they’d clocked him shortly before he’d seen them of course that was mostly because of his own security detail slowly filling the square. He assumed the two groups were already in communication with each other, his larger force supporting Cort’s smaller one.

The elderly Police Commissioner walked across the square making a beeline straight to Belanger, his cane’s clicking made his presence known, it was one of the more familiar sounds for those who worked in the Government Tower. He stopped by the bench and waved his lunchbox at the seat next to Cort “Mind if I join you?” He asked, his affable and familiar smile designed to put people at ease from his large and imposing figure.

Commissioner Karlson