"One of our own on this side."
One of our own on this side?
If they really were one of our own, why would they organize these people to march and protest the Federation going to war with District 25?
The protests themselves were not the main issue. People at the bottom were easily swayed by public opinion. They might seem fiercely opposed now, but most had actually been paid to come. How could people who could barely afford to eat have time to protest in person, risking being driven off by the Security Force? A few complaints and condemnations over the Communicator would have been normal. Besides, their side held the advantage. More of them supported the Federation than District 25.
Someone had to be stirring up trouble behind the scenes.
A flicker of irritation appeared in Dorothy's eyes, making her already unfriendly expression even more frightening.
She had intended to bring public opinion in the Federation entirely under her control and make its people fully support a war against District 25. After all, people preferred peace to war. Who did not like a quiet life? Who wanted rising prices and widespread panic? But seeing this, Dorothy could only feel that obstacles and destabilizing elements had emerged in her original plan.
It was like spotting a fly in the house. Even if all you had to do was kill it and throw it out, the sight of it alone could ruin your appetite. That was exactly how Dorothy felt.
Not to mention, these matters were far more disgusting than encountering a fly.
First, things had gone wrong from the outset: Noel had been captured by Jonas of District 25, and there had been no word from her. Then the rescue had gone awry. Neither Zero nor the rescue team