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“You’re kidding me,” Mitch hissed. Already in the streets of Washington D.C., ninety minutes before the start of the rally, hundreds and hundreds of NAO members had gathered. Dressed in black, wearing their gold badges, a sea of blond heads filled the streets. Mitch looked as far as he could see and saw nothing but people.
Blending in with their blond hair and NAO badges, Mitch and Nick slipped into the gathering masses. NAO members were distributing campaign signs of Presidential candidate Ulric Adler and rolling posters of his campaign onto street posts.
They weaved their way to the front of the crowd and Nick saw Thorsten Schmid organizing the workers. He was scanning the crowds and his eyes found Nick’s. He raised his hand in a wave. Nick reciprocated. He saw Thorsten’s eyes flic
