Sorry for the haitus, I don't know, kind of burned out there for a bit - please do vote this story has been way to long off the top 15 - shouldn't be too hard to get it back up! Also consider this a bonus chapter, it probably won't make the final cut of the story. Enjoy!
After deciding a struggle to find the remaining hidden politicians wasn’t in her interest of favor Lilly moved onto her next viable target, England. It appeared despite the chaos going on in America that England didn’t take heed, probably figuring that what was going on on the other side of the ocean was none of their concern. The English probably doesn’t even know she exists.
Since they weren’t actively hiding it didn’t take long to find where in London the Prime Minister and Queen dwelled, any newspaper or passerby on the street could release that information, it seemed what both the Queen and the Prime Minister were doing today was quite public. The Queen was bound to be in one of her hearing halls, a long decorated tunnel designed for her to make presences. She’d be guarded, but that’s never proved a problem to Lilly yet. Prime Minister Hector was in the middle of a public presentation at one of the local museums, probably something to do with the chaos of America. It really wasn’t a hard choice, Lilly went for the one with more authority first—really the Queen is a pretty face, but the Prime Minister is the one who makes all the calls.
Lilly jumped for the museum. She appeared just outside a tall white building with dozens of decorated columns and snooped around a fairly large crowd of onlookers trying to get a peek into the presentation—they were the ones that wanted to catch a glimpse of the Prime Minister but didn’t quite have the say-so or clearance to get to the front where the questions were asked. Lilly pushed her way through to a gate about half way in the museums open lobby—those with valid questions and or credentials were allowed past the gate through a single opening guarded by a pair of black-clad police men. The inside portion of the building had brown and tan swirling tile along the floor and up most the walls.
The pillars on the inside appeared far too fancy to be actual supports, they were just decorations. They sported faces of famous artists engraved in them. She peered over the gate to see at least a hundred men and women in suits all crowding around a makeshift plastic stage about two feet off the ground. The stage blocked what appeared to be the main hall to enter the museum past the lobby, a possible escape route if something went wrong, and had a large white backdrop that hid most the entrance. The man on the stage, obviously the Prime Minister, was speaking about how much the past has influenced the future and then was somehow relating that to slight increases in taxes to improve the infrastructure of the country.
He kept pointing at the various pillars and giving short twisted histories of the men and women carved into them in order to help prove his convincing argument. There was a good reason why Prime Minister Hector was famous for progressing England further than ever before, he was a master at the art of public speaking. He knew everything right down to the words to say and when to say them. So he wasn’t talking about the crisis in America after all, very odd.
Without her eyes leaving the Prime Minister Lilly reached a hand out to touch one of the two police men in front of her, he smiled and moved aside allowing her in. There were a few frustrated huffs behind her from the others trying to slip further into the museum but after seeing how easily she got in it was quickly assumed she was someone important. Lilly approached this new crowd of backs, now purely filled with suits, and begun to slowly push her way through to the front. It took quite a while to squeeze through and her size compared to the full grown media and political members didn’t much help.
When she finally reached the front gate guarded by about half a dozen men in black suits she took no pause and hopped the low gate guarding the temporary stage. Everyone was in awe from the Prime Ministers story, Lilly wasn’t even sure if they noticed she was now on the wrong side of the gate. The Prime Minister stopped his speech and lowered his finger currently pointing to a pillar left of him.
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