One man ordered another man.
Uh-oh. A friendly black man uttered. I thought they were queer-folk.
The "Love In" loudspeaker fell silent after human hand stumbled to cover the microphone. Speaking-language interpreters cautioned not to be alarmed. Someone markered onto a posterboard, NEXT IS WALK AROUND AND LOOK AT LITERATURE. "Before they burn it," a hipster remarked sarcastically.
"Who's your they?" Someone asked.
"I've been told not to talk specifics." The hipster used a lice comb to streak dye the wig attached to a slouch hat. "We're going back up to D.C. after this."
"Don't forget the Virginia Humanities Council boxes." Those had been ducked and dashed in and out of vehicles on the way. Scholars were agreeing to stay in "hot spots" to help keep peace, culturally.
There had been factors and explanations of why to stop protesting "war". And a renewal of the role of true conscientious objector. Also, a group of civilians more interested in protecting a military than dismantling some vague complex. "We're all Americans here. So, what do we need to do?"
"He thinks he trained him."
"What?"
"Yah," a real Belgian confirmed the hearsay or affirmed the hearsay.
"You're saying the boy, man, might've been brainwashed." It wasn't a question. A person with military experience had upped his game by doing the extensive sensitivity training.
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