April 23, 2097: The Night the City Stood Still
Edmonton might have been cold, but the energy surrounding Halo’s concert was electric. The whole city felt it. UCAS National Guard units and police from every direction locked the place down, making sure the recent threats from groups like Provolution and warnings from the Cree spirits didn’t turn this night into chaos. Our team had the best security setup you could ask for: layered, tight, and paranoid—just the way we like it.
The concert itself? Pure magic. Halo opened with a raw, emotional set that tapped into the collective pain of metahuman communities, their history of marginalization, and the tensions simmering between the UCAS government and First Nations. She didn’t hold back. As the music hit the crowd, the themes got heavier—grief, betrayal, division—but Halo, in her way, managed to spin it into a story about hope. Not easy hope, though—she made it clear that healing isn’t guaranteed. That’s her style these days, a lot of darkness with just enough light to keep you holding on. Sounds familiar.
Mira Patel had her moment on stage too, playing up her First Nation heritage, tenuous as it is. People talked about it for a minute, but honestly? It didn’t stick. The magic wasn’t there, not like with Halo. And I think Mira knew it the second she walked off the stage.
We ran full security until Halo wrapped up, then hustled her back to the hotel. Despite the emotional storm she kicked up in Edmonton, the night went without any drama. A few restless ghosts, maybe, but no explosions. That’s a win in my book.
April 24, 2097: The Calm Between the Storms
After the high of the concert, today was all about rest. Honestly, we needed it. Yesterday’s brawl with the yeti and shamans was still fresh in our muscles, and tonight’s intensity didn’t help. No attacks, no ambushes—just a creeping exhaustion settling into the bones.
Halo went into what I call “cocoon mode.” No contact, no nothing. She’s done this before, when the weight of everything catches up to her. Not sure if she’s meditating, planning, or just disappearing into herself for a while. Whatever it is, we leave her to it. I’ve learned not to push when she gets like this.
As for the rest of us, it was a day of keeping a low profile and prepping for the move to DC. Vanya took some time to meditate on the spirits we encountered. Fuzzy hit the gym—probably working off the yeti trauma—and Wizkid scouted the Matrix, seeing if anyone was sniffing around too close to our business. Me? I let the city quiet down around me and tried not to overthink what’s coming next.
April 25, 2097: Into the Heart of Power
We packed up early and flew to Washington DC on the corporate charter jet—another perk of rolling with Halo. Touchdown in DC was smooth, and we rolled into the Ares Astoria. The Presidential Suite—or should I say Presidential Floor—is a fortress in its own right, with more security than the Pentagon, and a view that makes you feel like you’re lording over the entire city.
Once we got settled, it was time to hit the town for some low-key streaming. Nothing flashy, just showing Halo’s fans that she’s still there, still human, while giving them glimpses of the DC nightlife. I’m not much of a VR star, but Halo’s audience eats it up.
Tomorrow? Well, tomorrow is the start of something bigger. Washington DC isn’t just another stop on the tour—it’s a power play. And we’re right in the middle of it.
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