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blonde hair gleamed
like it did in adverts. He rubbed his huge nose. This debate was
about to get grimy.
    Jessica looked
behind her with dismay. Her sides row of benches were near enough
empty compared to his. Placing her necklace back down her top, she
took a deep breath and forced her heart not to sink.
    "Because we may
as well accept that the leader is only going to choose his ideas,"
she whispered in Jack's ear, as the crowd settled more.
    Jordan cleared
his throat into the microphone, causing a small scream of feedback.
Everyone was now silent.
    "Miss Jessica,
please," he began, rubbing his abnormally large nose again, "Are
you seriously suggesting that the public did not like yesterday's
speech? That the rioting continued, not because of the
assassination attempt, which might I add, was dealt with very
efficiently and effectively thanks to our well trained Enforcers,
but continued due to the fact that what our leader said was not
good enough?
    "Then why, Miss
Jessica, did you not voice concerns on the actions to be taken in
the aftermath of the Deimos disaster when they were still being
planned out?"
    The crowd on
his side roared with approval and support.
    However,
Jessica had ammo for this round. This argument had been used once
too often,
    "My dear
Jordan, don't you remember? I did oppose to the actions taken. We
argued about it remember? We debated for a very long time over the
fact that all our leader and his supporters appear to be doing is
moderately protecting the so called 'power-users' of this land
rather than dealing with Ninety-Nine percent of the population,
which are just average people. I did oppose the plans, and I still
do. Building another facility without first repairing the damage
caused to the public and the land when the first facility broke is
the worst case of cutting corners I have ever heard. Is it
surprising that people now take to the streets and refuse to pay
their taxes? The very fact that the com-link transcripts are not
available from the Deimos disaster speaks for itself on how corrupt
this government is."
    She had a small
cheer of support from behind her, which was quickly drowned out by
a boom of disapproval from the leader fanatical side.
    "My dearest
Jessica," began Jordan again, smirking confidently, "That is all
well and good, and I admit, you have proven me right on the point
that you did in fact disagree with the actions planned after the
Deimos disaster. However, that does not at all mean you are correct
in saying that these were the wrong actions. Do you seriously
expect to be able to please everyone?"
    "Listen!"
yelled Jessica down the microphone. The sound echoed in the hollow
wooden room. She had really had enough now. "Just listen to me for
once! And listen to yourselves! What do you really hope the achieve
by just agreeing with him? One day of free healthcare is simply
diabolical in the circumstances! It's pathetic! It's-"
    "Miss Jessica!"
the organiser had now spoken into his microphone, rather sternly,
"Seriously now, that is simply unprofessional. Do I need to remind
you that we are all on edge after an in-house betrayal from the
Enforcers. Do not give us any reason to think you are on the same
side."
    "Why do you
think that betrayal happened?" Jessica responded immediately, "Why
do you think that the public are still clearly upset?"
    "Agreed!"
yelled someone from the crowded fanatical side, "One rupee a share
is not enough!" There as a murmur of agreement from both sides.
    "No, I'm not on
about the shares!" pleaded Jessica, looking desperate and tired,
"I'm on about the average people of everyday life. Deimosgate has
brought on much more than the collapse of a government run company.
With the amount of fatalities aside, we now have medical conditions
on our hands which people are suffering from, we have a massive
loss of people's property, we have the neo-terrorists, PP drug
addiction, we have the serious infections, known as the Requiem
causing people to-"
    "Yes,