2:40 pm (One Day after "Give Me A Reason")
Tutaminis Manor, Capitalum Building
It bloody worked.
A plan he'd devised by himself, in the woods, injured and in the face of death at the hand of Jace and those knives, accompanied by six other garou--had actually worked. It felt good to help the negotiations along, since he'd fallen rusty at the diplomat act after he left his seat beside Williams all that time ago. The parties in question were more like oil and water than the Order and the Death eaters, the Lucky 7 being more of a volatile compound too. It was difficult to face the man who had taken his eye and injured him, but for the sake of Kara and the others here, and of course his own life, Fierro knew this was the right play.
But what about the others? The men who were with Kara in the courtyard that day? Jonathan hadn't been back to the safehouse yet but what will happen when he finally realizes what happened? Lenor, that young girl? He tried not to panic. If it was anything he learned when he was the right hand was that leadership was to show no wavering of their final decisions because it showed weakness. As unsteady as their trust was to have the former Minister of Magic on their side, he needed every ounce on the opposite side of the scale. Fierro couldn't make any sudden movement to lose what sliver of trust he'd established here which was solely balanced on Kara's head.
He felt terrible that the pressure loomed over her to not only re-establish the organization, but to hold down any backlash that would come from his presence at the Manor. Fierro might only have one functioning eye, but he could see the dirty looks he was getting any time he was seen walking through the place. So for the last day, he'd limited himself to the Capitalum building, aside from heading over to the Corporum building to grab a bite, but for that he'd snatch the food and retreat to the abandoned office building.
Fierro was standing in the main conference room now. It was after lunch so the refugee's with children were letting some of the little ones play. Then the dread hit him. He'd negotiated with animals. There were children here, and he made a deal with Jace and his pack. If at any time they made the wrong choice, would the pack betray them? Would the children be in danger? No, he couldn't think like that. There were enough adults and able teenagers to protect them if things went South...
Damned if you do, damned if you don't. It was a concept he'd learned while being the Minister too. He had to hold fast to the notion that he'd done the right thing because his conscience would eat him alive. Slowly, but surely.
If anyone came to test his allegiance to this place or to his daughter, he'd surely explain himself. Fierro knew he would be in for a lifetime of those questions and concerns, the second he decided to help his daughter here.