Thin foot trails had turned wider as a gaggle of (i)wanteds(i) had been brought forth for internment.  Marched for miles and miles in some cases.  No end to the griping and (i)wait 'til my lawyer hears about this(i).

  At a junction spot a team readied to receive people who'd chosen to group together but had refused to declare cause or other identifying attributes.  "Just black folks is how I heard it," one team member told the others.  "Well, then, we've got to be especially careful." 

    A car that had been traveling in certain circles throughout the region, and so recognizable, was placed purposefully kind of out of sight, but not hidden.  Mock bags of drugs were logged and doled out to law enforcement officers who'd arrived as on-scene commanders.

    For several nights in a row the more minor-infraction people were welcomed into camp.  But before the criminals-on-the-run and the to-be-court-martialed were brought to be put in "paddy wagons" there was a wave of "attack".  This forced already thin "troops" into a (i)spread out(i) that made assurances of safety precarious.

  A laserbeam hit the driver's side window in the dark.  And almost immediately a bullet crashed into the windshield.