As the Sun rose over Ottawa, tribal warriors began reclaiming the city with instructions from The Spirit. From the small service station of "Jim Boe Service" to the local hardware stores, they began constructing a new city one away from the other tribes, one with many defenses. Alexander watched as his clan repaired housing and brought in food for storehouse.
Meanwhile, The Spirit went on a mission of his own. Heading out of the center of downtown towards the riverbank. He had his gas mask on as the radiation level was still high here. The faded green WWII coveralls kept the breeze off of him. Looking around, he was at the former "Upper Parking Lots" a place where people gathered after hours to chill and talk back before the bombs. Looking around, he noticed there were a few new things. The old train bridge with raisable mid-section was still intact. It could be used to get people in and out of Ottawa should they manage to get a train moving. Then there was the grassy park beneath lots, it was teaming with fish, the water level had risen as most of the locks had failed a while ago. Checking his geiger-counter, he realized the radiation level was worse here than anywhere in town. He left headed back to the center of town knowing food would become harder and harder to scavenge with rising radiation levels.
Back in town, the Eagle Rock tribe had taken back the ghost city, many of the restaurants and bars served as either storehouses or housing for the newcomers. All that was left was an embassy, some place where they could meet with ambassadors of other clans. They chose the old "Central Life Building" downtown, as it was one of the few buildings not damaged by the fire. Inside, teams would clear out old offices, making room and board for any ambassadors they should wish to stay over.
The Eagle Rock Clan's Chieftain, Lou-Wats, decided he would be leading his people into a new era, and era of peace. Once everyone had returned to the Downtown area, or DTA, the clan made their first efforts at diplomacy, sending ambassadors out of Ottawa to meet with other tribes. The Ghost and the guards made sure the city was secured as the travelers left and since they were expecting guests, the cooks got to work getting the embassy ready for dinner.
The first ambassadors from the other clans arrived at dusk. Horse-drawn carriages brought the diplomats to the embassy under heavy surveillance and guard. Inside, the Chieftain, and the Ghost greeted the ambassadors getting ready for talks of peace followed by a big feast in the later hours of the meeting.
"Welcome to the Eagle Rock Clan Embassy, to my left, The Legendary Spirit Of Ottawa, protector of our people. Our clansmen have prepared rooms and a feast for all of you. Your guards have been shown your rooms and you will head there. We eat in an hour."
With the ambassadors settling in, the Eagle rock tribe began their guard, rotating at odd intervals to prevent trouble. The Spirit made his rounds, keeping an eye out for anyone not of the Guard.
Back in the embassy, the ambassadors gathered and began their feast, each of them ready for what was to come, either war, or peace. They had never eaten food so fine as this in their lives a warriors or diplomats. All of the ambassadors complimented the chef once dinner concluded.
As they began their talks, Alexander went out to find the Spirit. Upon getting close to the post, a red mist began encircling the area, thicker than smoke, and it burned, The Spirit had his gas mask on and pulled Alexander out of the way. Through the smoke came warriors on horseback, faces covered in war paint, swords dripping with blood.
"Where is the embassy?" Demanded one of them
"Go to hell." Replied the Spirit drawing his revolver
With a single shot, the warning system went off, sirens of old weather stations blared into the night as the guard rushed to contain the situation. Each of the riders rushed off taking hostages, warriors and civilians alike. One of which, being the Spirit.