But the roar and rumble of Americans joining as political parties, with judge and jury safe, and people with roles and duties working in spite of injury, began to rapidly crumble "infrastructure".
People kept on with the kamp and cool hand and the casual quips.
"I guess we know how many people it takes to turn an up yours into a subway."
"Is that like the tube?"
We all stood looking down at the top of the train from the platform.
The "activists" were caught. Spit all over us. "Fuck the high speeders." More spit. A woman in a full black body robe was tackled. First by private school kids. Then by other commuters. At train stations across the City similar take downs were occuring.
"Don't be vigilantes," a lean, strong clancyman warned a gaggle getting off another train. "We needed a real surveyor out there," a tall hansome man explained. The conductor started to back that train up.
Cops started arresting everyone in the vicinity. "Gather 'round," a Suit ordered. "I want witnesses and observers."
The President rubber masks were pulled off.
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