"Body dump," someone would call out.

  When the troupes got to California from the Turks and Caicos it was the last of the port-raped and lit on fire.  "No more dancing for me for a while," an Everest climber/ballet dancer winced at another person's injuries from a stretcher.  The stretcher was being taken to an area airport so eager-to-travelers could see some truth.  The third world economy of tourism had had its ups and downs.  Prices of food and fuel were about to sky rocket. "It's their choice, right?"  Agents were being updated in-person by people hearing from people close to the Authorities.  "Case by case if we have to," multi-disciplinary teams were processing it all.

  "They'll have to sell more than our newborns to make up for their spending!!!!" A rabid Republican was outing the jet set Democrats on "LIVE TV" until National Guard people pulled the cable out of the wall. 

  "There would be no way to describe what we've all seen," a Spokesperson spoke for the media's lawyers who were representing various pooled pools.  "Advocates" turned colored clothing inside out so everyone was suddenly wearing black.

 

  Prosthetics that had been hastily doled out and put near and on "stumps" were oozing blood.  "Half the fresh bodies are just street people!" 

  "What's that supposed to mean?" A well-dressed lady pulled a large revolver out of a handbag.  "I've asked a question." MPs took steps towards.

  "M'am, here in the great state of California, the health care is non-existent now," a face skin peeling sunburned man began to explain.  "Don't come any closer," the lady's own Security stepped out of the crowd and made a semi-circle around her.