A/N: This is a month after the last chapter. I’m going to use time between my parts so you know how much has passed.

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6:59 A.M

“Polls open in five, four, three, two, one.” Sumal announced.

8:15 A.M

Haven Police Plaza was chaotic. Far more than normal. Many people had been here for three hours already, and even more weren’t going home at all tonight. Sumal had been here since four o’clock himself making sure polls were ready to open at six.

Today was the day that decided the future of the council, Election Day. “Polls have been open in Haven for two hours.” He told Commander Kelp. “You know how many votes have been cast, 2 percent. Everybody votes after work. Not me, first thing in the morning.” He leaned back against a glass partition, and checked his watch. “When do I get my first round of exits!” he yelled.

“Any minute now.” Someone answered. With that the buzz of a copier was heard.

Trouble grabbed the pages. “Something weird is happening.” He said.

“What.” Sumal asked.

“We're winning, by a lot.”

“It’s early. Liberals vote early. Everybody else after work. Haven’t you been listening?”

“There are much better things to occupy my time than stand here and listen to you ramble. So I leave you with this.” Trouble handed Sumal the exit polls.

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9:00 A.M

“Everyone,” Sumal started. “Call your family, your friends, everyone you know and make sure they voted.”

No one moved.

“I’m not kidding about that.”

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9:02 A.M

Trouble had been sent to give the council the latest round of exit poles. He passed a copy out to every member. “I assume you can all figure this out on your own. For your ease, however, I have highlighted anything important.”

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9:30 A.M

“Someone get me Major Sekuma on the phone.” Sumal yelled. “And when do I get my next exits!”

“I’ve got a busy signal at her house.” A corporal replied.

“Sumal, there you are.” Calden said running up. “I’ve been looking everywhere for you. I’ve got Sekuma on the phone.” He handed Sumal a cell phone.

“Hey, Erika. I’ve got the first round of exits and should have the second any minute now.”

“I’ve already got the second round.” Sekuma replied.

“Hold on a second.” He covered the mouth piece of his phone. “Where are those exits?” he yelled. “I should have them in my hand.”

“You need to relax. The die has been cast. There’s nothing left to do but let it fall.”

“Wrong. There’s a moment after you cast the die and before it hits the table, breathe wrong and you change the way it lands.”

“In that case, I have a weather report here that says there might be rain.” The weather in Haven was completely machine driven, but with so much randomness that it seemed almost exactly like the weather of the surface.

“Where?” Sumal asked.

“28th Street to Mallon Street.”

“That’s the most conservative sector in Haven. I need to call you back.” He slammed the phone shut. “Calden, I need updated weather reports for 28th to Mallon every fifteen minutes. Whoever we have out there running the show call them and make sure they know it may rain.”

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3:00 P.M

Josiah Crassus had been sent to his old neighborhood to make sure the day went smoothly. He was pacing while on the phone with someone. “I’ve got streetlights going on and off in the only legitimately liberal area I’ve got in this sector. So if Sekuma isn’t appointed because we loose here who in your office would I talk to about election tampering.”

A pause for a couple seconds.

“Thanks a lot Cheryl.” He hung up the phone and walked outside. “When is it going to rain?” he screamed.

“Josiah!” Alita called from the doorway. “I just got sector exits.”

“Are we winning?”

“Yeah, by a couple a points.”

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3:30

Sumal had four large transparencies stuck up on two whiteboards. “Haven,” He started pointing to one transparency “Atlantis, and sector-by-sector.” He continued down the line. “Green is yes, red is no. re-color them every time we get a new exit poll.”

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A/N: one more chapter after this. Everything else it seems I have explained before.