It began before dawn on a Monday morning. The serenity of the wee hours was shattered by the rumbling of diesel engines as a veritable army of construction equipment rolled into Gothic City. The machinery and the workers who operated it all bore the logo of the Alaric Foundation, the non-profit organization dedicated to to metahuman issues that had, until recently, been run by the late Gunther Beremud. The convoy was escorted by armored vehicles filled with armed agents of the Metahuman Response Force. The work began quickly and efficiently, the massive convoy breaking up into smaller teams, each reporting to a different site. The MRF operative first secured each location, removing squatters with as much gentleness as the situation and their own nature warranted, which admittedly was not much. Those who complained of having nowhere else to go were herded into temporary shelters and camps that had been erected on the city's outskirts. Once the sites were secure, the work began in earnest, and man and machine initiated a massive reconstruction project that would continue around-the-clock until completion.
In another part of the city, far from the clamor of the equipment, Elsa Beremud, daughter and heir of the aforementioned Gunther Beremud, sat in the main office of the metahuman halfway house that her late father had founded, watching the feeds from dozens of videos of the frenzied work, responding to a frenetic barrage of emails, text messages, and phone calls with a calm precision that straddled the line between surgical and frighteningly mechanical. The time and effort that she had put into this project were staggering, and she was not about to let the stress affect her at this critical juncture. She had painstakingly tracked down and met with landlords and business owners whose properties had been damaged or destroyed, and convincing them not to pull up their roots and move elsewhere. What insurance policies wouldn't cover, the Alaric Foundation would, financed by a historic philanthropic campaign and loans taken out against the projected successes of certain future...projects.
Convincing many of these property owners to participate was a titanic accomplishment in itself. This being Gothic City, many of them were not particularly wholesome characters, and with the inherent caution of thieves, they had been suspicious of this generous offer of charitable assistance, leery of what they would be expected to provide in return. The young Beremud scion, however, had been adamant that she would ask for no transfer of ownership, no owing of debts, and not even shares or partnerships in any businesses, legitimate or otherwise. Her father's attempt at a power grab was what had sealed his fate, after all, and she was determined not to follow in his footsteps. Her power would come from influence, and a massive display of what she was capable of doing. If Gunther Beremud had kept a deliberately low profile, Elsa Beremud would build her own power not in the familiar shadows, but directly under the glare of the public eye. He had failed in his attempts to be Gothic's savior. She intended to go down in history as the woman who resurrected the much-maligned metropolis.
There were still many variables at play, but she would accept only one outcome. When it was all said and done...
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