The Doge glances out the window of the armoured car. Her plan to repair relations with Jenha, using ART-IV as a springboard, could not go awry. She had yet to fail, thus would not be her stumbling block. "Six minutes to the airport," the driver relays. Slower than they had anticipated when planning the route yesterday. She took a glance out the window, looking at Imperii University. The best and brightest of all Agencourt have walked those historic halls, making discoveries that had thrust the world into a new age. Shame the Imperii family, who gave their name to the university, had died off before her time.

Still, those halls, in an enchantingly Gothic style, intermix old principles with new knowledge, and through them flowed the lifeblood of the city - the intelligentsia. Through those people, the hands of the clock of Agencourt never struck midnight, and the city stood eternal.

"Of course, on all the days, today is the day traffic is congested because some building caught on fire in the seaport disctrict." She adjusts to reach for the report she was reading - Security Proposals Post Neutrality Act Pertinent to Rule 63b of Subsection C of the Àrzere Transparency Protocol Under the Enforcement of an Unfriendly Directory.

It was drier than some of the wine she had to stomach at corporate banquets, but she'd rather be an informed director. Especially since leadership from Jenha was set to arrive. Understanding every aspect of the Republic could be the difference between success, now that the Neutrality Act was set to be fully repealed, or even worse relations with the powers that be. Every aspect had to be accounted for, just as every cog on every gear has it's place in the Clockwork Museum.

The car jostles - probably from a bump in the road. The Minister of Transportation had ordered the Ministry to be lax in order to paint her as weaker, so what once was especially rare was increasingly common. The driver spoke up again, this time to inform her that traffic slowed to a halt.

She sighs, before saying, "We have the rest of the motorcade with us despite my insistance, correct?"

The driver confirms, "Yes. Why, might I ask?"

She opens the report she had meant to read. "Tell the good defense officers to activate their police sirens. We cannot afford to be late, and the fact we haven't arrived yet is a stain upon the principles of the Republic. A little Azin Fire Drill never went awry."

A few minutes later, and they made it earlier than anticipated. She looks out the window. No reporters yet. Maybe she would have time for a quick snack before heading out to the concourse. The door unlocks as a bodyguard gives his assent. The guards... if only appearances weren't so necessary, but alas.

She tucks the report into her briefcase, hoping to blend in amongst the crowds of businesspeople until it was time.

"All you say is heard,
And a secret told is no secret at all."