By the time we'd gotten there...
Planet Earth had been loosely coral'd as far as excessive movement distracting precision warfare. "The Best" in the world had volunteered life and limb, resources and intellectual input for last ditch efforts at reversing course on shutting down and walking back rhetoric, at least as far as how fast "policy" could be read. "They've smushed them," a runner relayed to a side of the stoppage. Between train cars. "And stomped all over the 'evidence'." "Okay. Okay. Our team is leaving." "I told you." Still someone clucked chickens. And made gross kissing noises. Oriana's long legs almost weak knee'd at having watched people ground into flesh and bone powder mixed with dirt. Still, as a leader, she strode to meet a deadline of giving word about situation. "Fucking mul "Never mind "I think we should express a statement ab...
