open start: crisis management
Henry had just hung up his phone from finally receiving the full update on the crisis with the breach. He was stunned. The wards had gone down before, but never had there been so much loss of life in the 150 years since Celtius was founded. He slowly lowered himself onto a bench on the sidewalk, completely at a loss for what to do. He scrubbed his hand over his face to clear his racing thoughts. Whatever murdered all those people was still out there; still in Celtius. Nobody was safe, and the question remained: what do we do now?
Blue put her hand on the man’s shoulder, nonverballly communicating reassurance to him. “Is it the breach?” Blue asked in her strange lilting voice. “That you’re worried about? I saw the devastation myself, I couldn’t help it. I had to.” Blue said, folding her hands neatly in her lap and looking at the man with a tilt of her head. “You know everything about it, don’t you?”
