Aldrich watched from top his control tower as settlers in the central district were whisked away by Casimir's men and support from the nomads. It was just starting to turn into daybreak, the early dawn rays illuminating From this high up, through clear glass walls, he saw the people like little ants, all scurrying about, carrying their meager belongings with them on their back.
Very few had cars that had survived the attack. On this front, the nomads helped out.
If Aldrich was down there, he had no doubts that he would have seen quite a few begrudging looks. Or worried ones, worried that they would have to leave yet again.
The central district was the wealthiest, filled with high end apartment complexes that had largely stayed untouched during the Haven attack. That was the point, after all, by being in the center, where the forcefields were the strongest, buildings in the central district housed the wealthiest by virtue of being the safest.
