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Are you enjoying what I am writing so far? Work on the next chapter is proceeding quite nicely.
          
          I have completed the next chapter of "Safi's Legacy."
          
          *On the bus heading towards the Library*
          
          Ono: Signal burst in three...two...one. RF whiteout is live. The Sedan's AI dashcam is seeing static for the next 12 seconds. Move now!
          
          Fuli: I'm drawing the Lidar mapping towards the *states road name* alleys. Don't look back, 'Tani, just get Naomi into the Library.
          
          Naomi: [Tucking her chin into the oversized hoodie Zuri has given her] The Sedan...it's swerving, Vitani. It knows our composition has changed.
          
          Vitani: *Gripping her hand* It knows nothing, Naomi. It's chasing a frame ~ glitch. Keep your head down and your Canyon Dark. We're crossing the Digital Fence in five metres.
          
          Anna: *standing by the bus door* Driver, hold the doors for a ten ~ Count. High Court emergency duration. Nobody leaves until my Lattice is clear.
          
          *long gap as they get off*
          
          Beshte: Poa, Naomi. Step into my shadow. The Mechanical Jaw can't get a visual lock tonight, not on my watch.
          
          *long gap as they enter the Library*
          
          Anna: Inside, everyone. This is a Neutral Territory. Under Section 47, nobody can bridge this threshold without a warrant.
          
          Ono: Hapana! The Black Sedan is idling at the Fountain! It's trying to triangulate the RF whiteout I left on the bus! We have roughly 6 minutes before it realises we're not on the bus anymore.
          
          Bunga: Un ~ Bunga ~ lievable! Did you see the way that car shuddered when Ono hit the burst? It looked like it had a digital stomach ache!
          
          Fuli: Focus, Bunga, it's not a game. Naomi, lose the hoodie once we're inside the Local History section. The Lidar pulse has already mapped that shape. We need to break your silhouette again.
          
          Naomi: *Adjusting her glasses* The blazer stays on for the briefing, right? At least until the Ledger is signed?
          
          Beshte: You're with us now, Naomi. Take a breath. This red brick has been here longer than any algorithm.
          
          This scene good?

I am very near to completing the next chapter of "Safi's Legacy," and the next chapter of "Rival's Love" is going smoothly with plenty of new characters to be introduced!
          
          Here's one of them; this is supposed to be a week after the next chapter, by the way.
          
          *Tama is standing by a window, her silhouette sharp against the security monitors*
          
          Tama: You signed the log as a Social Worker, Professor Bassett. That's a heavy lie to carry into my house. This isn't one of your lecture halls. If the Black Sedan jumps the curb, a badge won't stop them.
          
          AnnaL It's not a lie, Mrs. Adaana, it's a legal perimetre. As long as I'm 'evaluating' this home, any move they make against Vitani or Easton is an assault on a State ~ protected environment. I'm giving us the one thing Zira's people hate: visibility.
          
          Tama: *eyes narrowing* Visibility means a target. I've spent 16 years trying to keep Vitani in the shadows, nursing her through the neurological flares those monsters caused. Now, you're inviting them to watch us through a CCTV lens?
          
          Anna: They were already watching them, Mrs. Adaana. They were on the bus. They were at Utamu Shopping Galleria. You can't hide a Lion Council forever. If we don't legitimise her presence here, she's an Outsider with a scar, nothing more. I'm making her a Citizen, someone who the law actually has to care about.
          
          *long gap*
          
          Vitani: *gesturing to a thick folder* You're really going through with it? The Social Worker thing? I saw you logging it into the Oak Alcove visitor book. It's a lot of paperwork for a lie.
          
          Anna: It's only a lie if I'm not doing the work, Vitani. I'm here to evaluate the environment. If Sina ~ Moyo stay out there, I'll be writing reports that'll make Zira's people wish they'd stayed in the Outlands. The law is a different kind of Roar, but it has teeth.
          
          *long gap*
          
          Vitani: Social Workers don't normally carry tourniquets and haemostatic gauze. I know a tactical trauma kit when I see one. I've seen enough of them in the Outlands.

A little something for the next chapter this time, so this is kinda important ~ it's the first video call between the Guard.
          
          *Vitani logs into a private discord from her desk in Tama's house*
          
          Ono: *adjusting his glasses* I've finished the packet sniffing from the bus's onboard Wi ~ Fi, Vitani. You weren't just being super vigilent; that Black Sedan isn't just a car ~ it's a mobile surveillance node.
          
          Vitani: Tell me it's just some annoyed commuter, Ono. Tell me he's just some Junior Associate with a neatly trimmed beard who happens to hate public transport.
          
          Ono: Sadly, I can't. I pulled the registration from the Professional Centre's security feed. The car belongs to 'Mizimu Logistics,' a Shell company, but the trail led to 'Sina ~ Moyo,' a Private Security Firm registered inside Pridelands City. It wasn't just following us, he was profiling us ~ studying our movements.
          
          Bunga: Sina ~ Moyo? You mean these guys literally named themselves 'I Have No Heart'?
          
          Ono: Yes, and guess what ~ it seems these are the guys Scar contracted to make certain parties 'disappear' when he was in power. You could say these dudes have a reputation, and not a wholly undeserved one.
          
          *long gap*
          
          Fuli: If they did that kind of stuff, how come they're still around? Simba shut down Scar's firms after he came to power.
          
          Kion: Dad did, but several of Scar's loyalists simply kept a low profile up until Zira's Coup attempt. After that failed, *long gap*
          
          Beshte: Could they be anything to do with Vitani's stolen college fund?
          
          Ono: That's doubtful. They're a pretty high ~ end firm. Whoever it is they're working for, this guy clearly has resources and *long gap*
          
          Beshte; Either way, that doesn't sound good. Why'd somebody be so interested in us? We're just High Schoolers, right?
          
          *long gap*
          
          Vitani: There's one more thing we should probably talk about, guys. I met somebody before I got on the bus. His name's Ulises.
          
          Ono: Ulises? Isn't that Spanish for 'Ulysses,' or 'Odysseus?'
          
          Vitani: Yeah.

Here are some ideas for Vitani and Fuli and Madoa working together for the first time.
          
          Things get louder later on.
          
          Adabu: Ok, team, the Spring Launch is our most important display. I need it looking sharp and I need it done by 10. Vitani, you've got the muscle for the heavy mannequins; Fuli, I've seen how fast you move ~ make sure those hangars are filled.
          
          Vitani: *Drawing an invisible line with the toe of her boot across the linoleum* This is the line. Everything from the shoe rack to the changing room entrance is my sector. I handle the heavy mannequins and the structural displays. You stay on the 'fringe' with your hangars.
          
          Fuli: Your 'sector'? We're in a mid ~ range retail outlet, Vitani, not the Outlands. If I stay on the fringe, this wall won't be finished until the sun sets. I need the centre lane for maximum velocity.
          
          *Vitani starts to approach the mannequins as if they are disobedient Soldiers; with a series of forceful *clicks!*, she adjusts the plastic limbs into a wide, grounded stance. Fuli ignores the mannequins entirely, moving between the crates and racks with the fluid grace of the Fastest In The Pridelands.*
          
          Fuli: *Slams a stack of scarves onto the table* Out of the way! I've got three more crates of 'Pastel Knits' coming through this corridor and your 'statue' is blocking the flow!
          
          Vitani: This is a tactical anchor! If I move it, the visual line of the shop is exposed! Find a different route, Cheetah!
          
          Fuli: Well, there is no other route! You've turned your 'sector' into a canyon that even a Hyena could squeeze through!
          
          Madoa: You know, if you two spent half as much energy actually tagging the merchandise as you do debating the 'perimetre,' we'd all be at lunch by now. But, please, don't let me spoil the show; I've always wanted to see a Lioness and a Cheetah fighting over a floral print scarf.
          
          *Long gap*
          
          Fuli: I don't even know why I'm here. I could've finished this whole floor by myself if I were not held back by your tactical anchors,

It feels good to hear from you again, by the way. The long silence was really worrying me.
          
          Three of our chickens managed to get out of their pen the other day, and we had to round them up.
          
          *Kion and Vitani are walking away from the Cafeteria and towards their first period of the afternoon*
          
          Kion: You hardly touched your food, Vitani. Was the hall too loud again?
          
          Vitani: A little. It's just...a lot of people in one space. I'm glad we're heading to the Robotics Lab now. It's quieter there. More...certain.
          
          Kion: I know what you mean. Plus, I hear we have Zuri's brother, Easton, with us this period. I hear he's always so excited about his projects that he doesn't leave any room for scruffy whispers from the other kids.
          
          Vitani: *offering a small, steady smile* Easton's good like that. He's the only one who doesn't look at me like I'm a puzzle to solve. He just wants to show everyone how the sensors work. It makes me feel...normal. Like I'm exactly where I should be.
          
          Kion: That's because you are. You're a lot better at this technical stuff than you think. Just don't let him talk your ear off about his new drone designs, or we'll never get our own work finished.
          
          Vitani: *laughs heartily* I'll try not to, but it's hard when he's that happy. It's as if his energy is a shield for the rest of us.
          
          *long gap*
          
          Kion: So what's he like to live with? Zuri tells me he never really powers down.
          
          Vitani: She tells me you've spent time with Bunga. How did that go?
          
          Kion: *laughs* It was like trying to keep track of a lightning bolt that's trying to keep track of the world's loudest snack. You never know quite where he's going to land, but you know it'll be noisy when he does.
          
          Vitani: Then you know what Easton's like. He doesn't jump off cliffs like Bunga does, but he does move as fast. He comes into the kitchen every morning with a handful of wires and a look in his eyes as if he's discovered how to talk to the stars. It's...it's a lot.
          
          Kion: Does he ever sit still?
          
          *gap*

Can I just ask, did you receive word on the other two books I have started since I last heard from you?
          
          *Vitani, Zuri, Kion, and their friends, Peyton, Hunuzi, Pablo, Noe, and Belle Ishida are walking down their street, talking to a group of kids from the next street along. Vitani is idly tossing a tennis ball backwards and forwards.*
          
          Next Street Kid: So, Kion, you want to be a Footballer, do you?
          
          Kion: Yup, been my dream for as long as I can remember. Dad takes me to Football matches every now and then, and I'm in charge of the Soccer team's website at School.
          
          Next Street Kid: And yet you draw comics?
          
          Kion: Not only comics, I also draw portraits and sometimes maps, and I drew the Statue of Mufasa in the School Courtyard once.
          
          Next Street Boy: Cool! And you used a pen and paper, not a tablet?
          
          *Long gap*
          
          Noe: If I can just trade this Lions ~ Era Heritage card, my Aura Score on the neighbourhood app is going to hit the top 10. They won't even be in our server anymore.
          
          Pablo: Forget the trade, just look at the map. They're literally 'pinging' our location right now, trying to gatekeep the corner.
          
          Noe: Let 'em try. They still have no rizz and their Wi ~ Fi is probably 4G. They're just jealous 'cause our 'Tani passed her Bio ~ Tech lab. It's like they're trying to start a side ~ quest they can't finish.
          
          *long gap*
          
          Next Street Boy: There's nothing particularly special about Oak Street.
          
          Peyton: What about P.C. *States name*? He kept your brother out of juvie last year, didn't he?
          
          Next Street Boy: *snorts, derisively* Huh, you can keep him. He's just a fossil with a badge.
          
          Vitani: What about Major *states name* and Mrs. *states name*'s place? It's positively palatial, not like that little shack you live in on Cedar Street.
          
          Belle: *Whispering* "Palatial." Nice one, Vitani, that's a University level word right there.
          
          Next Street Boy: Oh, "Palatial". Look at Vitani using the dictionary she probably stole. Just 'cause the *states name* have a biometric gate,

I'm actually worrying now; can you please tell me why I have heard so little from you lately?
          
          *Vitani, Kion, Fuli and Zuri have just arrived for another day's learning at Pridelands High*
          
          Vitani: *Reading a flashing banner above the entrance* "Welcome to Pridelands High, Building Tomorrow's Leaders". Does that include the ones who spent yesterday in a dirt pit, or do they have a separate entrane for the 'Legacy Debt' students?
          
          Kion: You're a student here, Vitani, period. No 'Legacy' tags, no 'Outsider' footnotes. Just...a first year student.
          
          Vitani: [Sarcastically] Tell that to the facial recognition software ~ I swear it's squinting at me as if it's trying to decide if I'm a student or a tactical threat.
          
          *long gap*
          
          Maana: Oh, look, it's the new girl. I heard she doesn't even have a 6G uplink. How does she even have access to the 'Identity and Futures' portal?
          
          Vitani: Is she talking about me? I'm standing right here. No, I don't have a 6G uplink, but I still have ears! 
          
          Kion: Don't listen to them, Vee ~ she thinks the world ends where the Wi ~ Fi signal drops. Come on, I'll show you where the 'analog' lockers are ~ they're the only ones that don't lock you out during a software update.
          
          Vitani: Finally, a locker that actually works. Something I can relate to.
          
          *long gap*
          
          Fuli: Look at the way they walk, Vitani. Shoulders back, heads in their screens. They aren't looking for danger because they think the 'system' already has it handled for them.
          
          Vitani: They're soft. If the power goes out, they'll be lost in the hallways. I don't need an uplink to find my way to Class.
          
          Fuli: *sniggers* That's the spirit. Let them have their biometrics. We'll just have to keep our eyes open.
          
          Ono: Well, you should be aware, Vitani, that because of the 'Scar Era' debt files Sarabi is handling, your digital footprint is being monitored more closely than the average student.
          
          *long gap*
          
          This sound interesting to you?

Can I ask why I've heard so little from you recently? I am becoming worried.
          
          *Fuli and Vitani's First Day at Mtaalamu Industries*
          
          *Fuli is complaining about the uniform she is expected to wear, which Fuli finds restrictive*
          
          Fuli: Vitani, why am I wearing a leg trap? I can't sprint to the stockroom in this. This skirt has zero range of motion; it's as if someone wrapped my legs in high end upholstery and told me to be 'efficient'.
          
          Vitani: I know it's not gym shorts, Fuli, but look ~ the side slit is reinforced. If you actually had to move fast, the seam wouldn't give out. It's 'engineered' for movement, even if it feels like cardboard. Just think about the paycheck. Every hour in that 'leg trap' is another ten prints towards our College funds. We're in this together, remember?
          
          Fuli: It's not a skirt, it's a parachute. I take one step and the 'architectural volume' creates enough wind resistance to slow down a Cheetah. How is this 'Modern Professional?' It's just 'Modern Slow'.
          
          Vitani: It's not a parachute, Fuli, it's urban camouflage. If you look like a 'decorative ornament,' then the clients stop looking at you like a threat. Besides, Sarabi says 'professionalism' is our primary objective today. Think of the restricted stride as a lesson in stealth.
          
          *long gap*
          
          Vitani: Try adjusting your blazer, Fuli. You're showing too much of your gym top underneath. Sarabi said we need to blend in with the clientele.
          
          Fuli: I'm not 'blending in,' Adaana, I'm being strangled. How do you stand the starch in these collars? It's like we're wearing cardboard.
          
          Vitani: It's all about focus, Fuli. If I can ignore the stinging in my bad eye and the glare from the LED displays, you can ignore a bit of fabric. Discipline, Fuli.
          
          *long gap*
          
          Sarabi: This is not just retail, this is our defence against a decade of debt. Every sale is a brick in the wall we are building around your future, Vitani. Fuli, I am grateful for your speed, but, today, 'fast' must also be 'flawless'.
          
          *gap*

First off, Happy New Year 2026!
          
          ---*At Nala's Food Station*---
          
          Nala: Ono, perform a Surface Audit on the Cacao Shipment. I'm logging a 'C-' graininess on the 9:00 batch, and if the Liquid Cacao Silicon isn't frictionless, then it's a bottleneck to the Council's Total Surface Saturation.
          
          Ono: Data received, Mrs. Abioye. The viscosity stands at 98% integrity. I'll perform a logistical reset on the surface vats. We need an A+ level of shimmer for the New Year's Day link up.
          
          *long gap*
          
          *The Council members start to arrive*
          
          Kion: Happy New Year, Mum!
          
          Vitani: Happy New Year, Mrs. Abioye.
          
          Nala: Great timing, you two! Vitani, your hair is draped perfectly ~ you look less like a Ward of The State and more like an Industrial Monument. Are you ready for the Deep Touch Pressure of the New Year's Lion's Portion?
          
          Vitani: I'm ready, Mrs. Abioye. The School year Archives are open and I'm logging 2026 as 'Proper Good'. I'm not a Ward of The State anymore, I'm a managed icon!
          
          *long gap*
          
          Fuli: The Council is synched and the Acoustics Shield is holding. We're a long way away from the chaos of last year.
          
          Bunga: Zuka Zama! The link up is unbungalievable! Now let's archive the hunger and initiate a proper good feast!
          
          *long gap*
          
          *The Council begins to hear a rhythmic creak*
          
          Bunga: Happy New Year, Shaun!
          
          Shaun: *In a detectable English accent* Blimey, you lot, you've achieved an A+ level of shimmer before the first bell has even rung! I'm logging a 'System Spike' of sheer poise over here. Archive the Fixed Gaze for a second, yeah? I'm here for the link up.
          
          Kion: Great timing, Shaun! We were just performing a Surface Audit on the Cacao. Your frequency is a long way away from 'scruffy' today.
          
          Shaun: Nala, please tell me the 'Lion's Portion' is ready? I've been performing an 'optimal stride' across the district and my internal integrity is hitting a Level Red hunger breach. I need that Cacao Silicon to achieve a total system synch.
          
          How does this sound so far to you?

Hi.
          
          How was Christmas for you?
          
          ---*Vitani's Moving Day*---
          
          *Vitani wakes up in her silk ~ lined bed and sits up, looking at the empty cases by the door*
          
          Vitani: The last 6:00 log in this room. It's strange...for 11 years, I've been scanning  for a threat. This morning...the world is just quiet.
          
          Fuli: That's because the threat is archived, Vitani. You aren't 'bolting' anymore. Are you ready for the handover to Sarabi?
          
          Vitani: *nods* I'm ready. I love this house, it was my first sanctuary, but Sarabi is the anchor I have been waiting for ever since Zira murdered Kopa and moving into her mansion is the final seal on who I am now.
          
          *Maana enters with a cup of tea*
          
          Maana: The link doesn't break just because you're moving a few districts away, Vitani. We're a lattice and Julia has already logged the transition. You're just expanding the peremiter.
          
          Vitani: *drinking the tea* A million miles away from the Outlands. Today, I don't just feel like a daughter, I feel unassailable. Let's go to the kitchen. I want to tell Ava thank you before Mei arrives.
          
          *long pause as the three go downstairs to the kitchen*
          
          Ava: *cooking breakfast* Check the temperature on that *states meal,* Vitani. Starting tomorrow, you're going to be auditing Sarabi's kitchen logs and I need to know your sensory calibrations are optimal before you leave my station.
          
          Vitani: It's 165 degrees, Ava, precise and no nuance. I've already logged the macro ~ nutriants for when I move in. I don't want Sarabi to think our system is flagging just because I'm moving districts.
          
          Shirley: *nudges Vitani's shoulder* Sarabi knows you're the most unassailable unit we have, but the kitchen is going to feel...empty. No one audits the spice rack as clinically as you do.
          
          Vitani: I'll be back for Saturdays, Shirley, but, today I need to be the anchor for Sarabi. She's archived everything to make room for me and I owe her the same level of integrity.
          
          Ava: You owe yourself that integrity, Vitani. *long gap*
          
          *long gap*