"Well, I don't like being messy about it Devi."  A brother sort of snickered but not a villain's snicker.  It was still too soon to leave after the unofficial end to the British car show.  Their Dad had been torn between "old peoples' home" and not retiring per say, but easing into a different role, same armchair.  "Really, I don't see what your issue is Brom.  I feed you." 

     "I'm off routine and shedule." 

     "Is he (i)scared(i) to come out of there?" The brother called out loud enough for the family to hear.

  "Don't shoot; that's my suggestion," the team leader called out while being video'd and camera'd.  The teams for the magazines had already been picked.  The videographer's filming was, unbeknownst, too close to action of a different sort than Nature.

   As it was explained to me after the fact of overlap, then liminal, when I was a student, based on admin mtngs and escalation of a wide array of issues (incl. pending vote-matters) there were phases of function.  As our nation moved towards "threat level"s, departments weighed in on standings of students, teachers, and staff and for only a brief time we were all in the, ex., Department of energy.  Then all agriculture, etc.  This so redundancy could be re-arranged, resources not wasted, and a compliant rank and file (even amongst creatives) could take shape whilst we maintained all our roles and ongoing work.

    Many of us were on Boards and investing in companies, so it was stressful to be avoiding Conflict of Interest.  But quality allies stepped up at every turn without aiding and abetting.  We all had to be careful about helping as "fugitives" was a category on par with keeping vigilanteism separate from legal terms like "manhunt".

    "I got rotated in."  The black woman in leftover pants from a group site clean-up effort slowly pushed out a breath containing (i)angry, but not at you(i).  While a forerunner from the Big Grizzlies (network people) had been hintimated to regarding a major issue, the locals had carefully preserved the sad truth's evidence.

     Wires had been cut.  Some co-opted as impromptu trip wires, actually connected to explosives.  A fire crew held up blackened hands.  A series of photographs recorded what had become troop movement.  Down to a person, the group had managed to make it out of underbrush without serious injury.

    "We put it in canisters Sir." 

     A convoy had made two crossings bypassing the scenic highways.  Two lingering campers had put their campfire's white ash in vegetable cans.  The metal was still warm as Ranger Tim knelt on one knee and dove into his "morning mesh", tentative planning, what had happened in the night, objectives: immediate and two-day.  He smiled at the campers, (i)good work(i) but they'd already turned to go.