To Rose Tiger: Considering everything Sabrina has been through…

To Lyger 0: We shall see…

"Slide it a little to the right!" Rugindo Leoa called, pointing. Obediently, Hoda and Amdeɣimal pushed the shipping container in that direction, straightening it out next to the second container with a gap of five meters between them. Stepping to her right, Rugindo Leoa looked down the narrow passage created by the containers, eyeing it carefully before nodding and giving them a thumb's-up. The space-plane hovering directly above the two shipping containers held steady, a small cloud of dust directly below it from its stabilizing thrusters the only indicator that it was still in motion. It had taken a couple hours to find a clear section of Miradouro da Lua large enough to accommodate not only the space-plane but also the two shipping containers. Rather than keep the plane on the ground while the portal remained active, they had decided to place the plane on a raised platform and station a pair of Initiates in and below the plane for security. But with the rock columns spread unevenly around the valley, finding a proper location had been a challenge. In the end, they had needed to move one of the dining tents and reorganize a section of the camp in order to make room. Even then they had still broken off a column that was a little too close to the plane's aft end for comfort – that column, broken into smaller pieces, was now serving as additional reinforcement for the shipping containers.

Rugindo Leoa frowned. Eyeing the space-plane's underside doubtfully, she keyed her communicator and asked, "This will support it, right?"

"It should," answered Biladurang. The dust surrounding the two shipping containers blew away in all directions and caught in the light breeze as the space-plane hummed, lowering slowing onto its makeshift landing pad. Its wings flared, the underside of the plane thumped against the metal containers, and Biladurang cut the engine. In the ensuing silence, the metal of the containers creaked as they settled, and the space-plane leaned ever so slightly to the right.

Rugindo Leoa's breathing hitched. "Amdeɣimal, get your javelin ready," she warned. Amdeɣimal tensed, stabbing his javelin into the ground beneath the wing on the right side of the plane.

"You'd better not be planning to put any holes in my plane!" Biladurang interjected. The shipping container creaked another time, but the space-plane remained still.

"I'm keeping an eye on them," Hoda assured her. She stood next to Rugindo Leoa, her gaze alternating between Amdeɣimal and the space-plane. "These planes are easily light enough to land on something like this," she informed Rugindo Leoa confidently. "Father was able to save some of the weight by switching to a composite of terrestrial and Shunjar materials."

"If you say so," Rugindo Leoa muttered dubiously, not taking her eyes off the space-plane. She stared at it for another minute until she was confident that it wasn't going to move, and finally let out a relieved breath. Her shoulders sagged, and she turned away, rolling her neck to relieve the tension she hadn't noticed building. "Well that was more of an adventure than it probably needed to be…"

A ladder dropped down from the back of the space-plane, and Biladurang slid down. Moments later she jogged under the space-plane's underside to stop beside Rugindo Leoa and Hoda. Biladurang nodded slowly, a small smile on her lips. "It all worked out in the end, at least."

Hoda's lips turned down in an approximation of a frown, and she stepped closer to the space-plane, examining it closely. "It's probably a good thing you put it up there," she mused, pointing at the right wing. "I think that stabilizer might need adjustment; it looked like there was a little drag pulling you to the right." Her eyes widened. "Oh! And do you see that? Those two panels were sheered almost entirely off!"

Biladurang cocked her head, looking up where Hoda pointed. She slapped her forehead. "Oh, bugger me," she groaned. "At least the panels are still there – those will be easier to repair than replace now… But what the hell could have done that?"

"Did you bump into one of the rock columns?" asked Rugindo Leoa.

Biladurang shook her head adamantly. "Not a chance…"

Hoda gasped, blinking. "In Paris… against that Drongo Tarasque… do you remember?"

Biladurang's shoulders slumped. She clenched her hand into a tight fist. "Koala-Kat…" she whispered.

Hoda nodded. "I didn't get a good look… but I thought some of the wreckage might have clipped the transport."

Biladurang's shoulders sagged, and she frowned. "We can check it out later," she told Hoda. "For now, I just want a quick rest – I just – I feel stuffed."

"That's understandable," Rugindo Leoa commented. "I think we can take it from here." She jerked her head toward Amdeɣimal, who was on the far side of the space-plane, in the process of staking down its ladder with help from an Initiate – Aisha. "As long as that plane stays where it is!" Rugindo Leoa pursed her lips, looking around them at the refugee camp – or what she could see of it from here. With the rock columns jutting out of the ground at odd intervals without any rhyme or reason, she could see little of the camp itself beyond a half-kilometer or so. "Before you go, though, I need a better perspective. How did everything look from up there?"

Biladurang shrugged helplessly. "Organized chaos. I don't know what else to call it."

Rugindo Leoa hummed. "That sounds about right."

"I'm telling you, she's busy!" a voice called from the far side of the space-plane.

"Yeah, well I'm telling you that we can't exactly wait around!"

Footsteps thudded along the passageway beneath the space-plane. Biladurang arched an eyebrow. "Duty calls…"

Rugindo Leoa scowled. "Indeed. If you see Maroodiga Cawlan, ask him to have his team move on to Sector 3," she instructed Biladurang. "We need to get as many tents in here as we can…"

Biladurang threw her a lazy salute and jogged away, as three people pushed their way through the passageway between the shipping containers. Rugindo Leoa immediately recognized two of them as United Heroez, with Aisha following in their wake. "Are you supposed to be in charge here?" one of the two United Heroez demanded, a man wearing what appeared to be a miraculous suit.

Rugindo Leoa frowned icily. "Supposedly," she told them as they reached her. She glared at him, daring him to speak.

"You can't just barge in on her like this!" Aisha interjected, folding her arms. She turned to Rugindo Leoa, an apologetic look on her face. "I'm sorry – they wouldn't even tell me what they wanted."

"Oh, really?"

Neptune's eyes widened and he swallowed hard, his eyes flickering back and forth between Aisha and Rugindo Leoa before he stared up at Hoda. Finally he looked over at Spider-Monkey for support, but his eyes snapped back to Rugindo Leoa as she cleared her throat. "Oh. Sorry. Uh… I–um–er– there don't seem to be enough toiletries on the north side of the camp," he explained nervously. "We've looked everywhere else, and none of the other heroes had any idea. So… are there more somewhere?"

Aisha scoffed. Hoda raised an eyebrow at her in amusement.

Rugindo Leoa furrowed her brows in thought. This whole experience – ever since her call from Pegasus – it was more than she could have imagined, even just a couple months ago. This wasn't what she had signed up for when she had agreed to accept the Lion Miraculous. Leading the African Miraculous Team? Sure. Recruiting other miraculous holders? Yes. Helping people in need? Absolutely. But setting up and protecting a massive refugee camp – one larger than Luanda – filled with a few million Europeans? Definitely not! But what else was there for her to do? If she didn't do it, would anyone?

"Have you checked the container right here?" Aisha asked, smacking the side of the one to her left.

Neptune nodded slowly, backing away from them toward the other end of the container. "I'll–um–I'll look in there."

Rugindo Leoa gave Aisha an approving nod. "Nicely handled – maybe I need to make you my 'executive assistant'. Although I thought Sent-Bee was supposed to be the one handling all of these kinds of logistical problems, but…"

Hoda shrugged. "It will all work itself out in the end."

Rugindo Leoa raised an eyebrow dubiously. "I hope so…"

"I'm sure Chloe is doing the best she can," Aisha assured her. "But in the meantime, we can help!" She raised an eyebrow at Hoda, who shrugged one shoulder.

"Just give me a job," Hoda promised.

Rugindo Leoa gave the two of them an evaluating look. She was just opening her mouth, however, when her communicator beeped. "We have a situation near the food tent," reported Rapeto.

"I'm close to there," Jueran Eazim responded immediately.

Rugindo Leoa let out a breath. "I'm on my way, too." Giving Aisha and Hoda a look she told them, "Duty calls…"

Aisha nodded. "What do you want us to do in the meantime?"

Rugindo Leoa pursed her lips. "At the moment… make sure those two get what they need. Then I guess you can start consolidating food goods together."

"Not a problem," Hoda assured her, as Rugindo Leoa started in the direction of the food tent's new location.

Before she had made it more than halfway there, a sudden commotion drew her attention. A crowd was gathered around a tent, pressed in so tightly that Rugindo Leoa couldn't see the cause of the commotion through the mass of bodies. Jogging in that direction, she roughly pushed her way through the group. "Move aside!" She elbowed a man lightly in the side before doing the same to someone on her opposite side. Slowly people started to part, allowing her to see an elderly man, his face contorted in pain, clutching his chest. Her eyes widening at the sight, Rugindo Leoa quickly scanned the crowd. "Is there a doctor?" she demanded. The group was silent, and finally she groaned and picked the man up in her arms. "Guess we're doing it the hard way," she muttered before shouting, Out of the way!" Swiftly she sprinted through the startled crowd, straight toward the medical tent on the far side of the camp, the elderly man held in her arms tightly. People stared at her in shock as she raced past them, jumping over a small group huddled in front of one tent, dodging around another couple walking between the food tent and the bathrooms. Finally she reached the medical tent, sitting next to one of the dining tents. As she arrived, a nurse met them at the entrance.

"What's the problem?" the nurse demanded briskly, taking in both Rugindo Leoa and the man slung over her shoulder in the space of a couple moments.

"Chest pain – my guess is heart attack," reported Rugindo Leoa, placing the man on a cot.

The nurse nodded and took the man's pulse. She hummed darkly before sticking her head through the tent flap and shouting something. "We'll take it from here," she told Rugindo Leoa.

Rugindo Leoa leaned against the tent wall to catch her breath before clambering up onto the stone pillar next to the medical tent. The whole camp spread out in front of her on all sides. They had arranged it in a haphazard manner over the last couple days, without considering more than the security of the Temple in their organization. Tents blocked each other's entrances. The portable toilets were all clustered together on the far side of the camp, which was at least a 30-minute walk from one side to the other. Certain sections of the camp had been adjusted since then – tents in those sections had been taken down and re-erected in better locations to make room for other tents – but far more sections needed the same treatment. Supplies were strewn on the ground around the center of the camp. Already she could pick out trash discarded around some of the tents.

"This is a nightmare," she muttered to herself, groaning. How was she supposed to handle all of this?

The thought vanished from her mind in a matter of moments. Rugindo Leoa heard a commotion below her near the food tent and looked down to see two women arguing back and forth, one of whom she recognized. Suddenly, one was covered in purple smoke.