"Are you going to file anything?"

  In the generic cubicle space even sound is suppressed.  

  A generically stamp-patched personnel uniform locked the door of a close-by room where a male colleague had been taken. 

  "Doesn't look like anybody whose been in this place has.  So I guess I'll pass." 

  Over long hours of doing nothing others were deposited in the shelter.  

  "Imagine." Someone said with all the loaded in that word.  "How Satan showed Jesus all the kingdoms, said he could rule over all of them." A person groaned, "You would take it there." 

  "Is that what it's about?" 

  Always, came out of the dark.  It had been a last group decision to keep the lights on or turn them off.  We voted each time a "new person" joined. 

  "Said it was the only way 

  "There's rarely an only way 

  "Now imagine the opposite.  Imagine Jesus showing a man all the kingdoms he could rule

  "Or imagine Jesus showing Satan." 

  "To bypass," a long drag on an inhaler, "Nothing possible besides fighting on," a tiny hold of breath and a hand gesture offering of the object, "TWO STATE SOLUTION." 

  "YAH, now nobody can afford to be on that kind of Board." 

  "Good news is, it's all over." 

  "Bad news?" 

  "It's all more of a military thing now." 

  "All of it?" 

  "Even culture."