"We are the government."
A senator's words hung in the air as water dripped off his chest-high boots.
"I, I, am, I," a woman struggled to word the tornado of the present.
"Chased by drones?"
"What are those?"
Someone fumbled through a fishing bag and fished out diagrams.
"It's no time for (i)talking points(i)," a real military Officer held up both hands to ward off (i)coming any closer(i). "We're not politicians," said the woman who'd helped get the mule back in its stall and who had a hand on the shoulder of the person in front of her. "What's on fire?" Our Forest leader needed to know. Directed to two people setting up a folding table. (i)Records(i), the cammo-clad person shrugged as to (i)no good answers yet(i).
Years of conflict and resolution rolling through peoples' minds.
"Dig out your rolodex." An older woman pulled on the sleeve of a literary giant and (i)urged(i).
"You ALL look like a (i)house of cards(i)!!!!" A man in a flak jacket and helmet came from back of the "entourage" of assistants and "concerned persons" of "the people" to say. He tapped twice with a strong hand on some people, (i)first to go(i). "From where?" Someone city-dressedbut bedraggled asked.
"Sir?"
"From where do we look like that metaphor?"
The man's helmet lowered like a knight's shoulder to be dubbed such. "My sources are warning me: From Space, Sir." A General issued the order: (i)Move this crowd(i). A hesitant shock held people in place. "NOW!" He barked.
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