Some people moved from space to space, donning interchangeable sandals, and dresscasual pants. Others cowered.
A Town Administrator wondered out loud at the options. "Vandalism charges?"
"Who to charge?" A mom who'd started a Cupcake Club and who was filling in for the real Secretary kept playing devil's advocate so the man could "get his head around" what seemed like a dream or an hallucination. This strategy blocked the ongoing shock questions like (i)how can this be happening(i)?
"What does it mean?" The TA asked the person who still had internet and who was scrolling through hundreds of images that came up under search: symbols.
"Maybe it's a brand."
"Of like cereal or something. Come on people."
"Where did they all come from?"
"Your airport was one of the ones flights got diverted to."
"Well, where's the commander guy?"
"He fainted. The heat and the stench."
"Well then who is that?"
People crept from under desks to peek out the window. A man in a suit was approaching one of the men near the symbol. The man was framing the Courthouse with a cardboard square. "Are you the Representative here?"
"Well, I'm not the Senator, but"
"Dismissed."
The "commander guy" was revived with a bucket of melting ice. Pushed outside.
The man with the cardboard square framed him then realized something. He pocketed the square like a golf score card. "Long time no see brother."
The commander guy blinked through the water dripping down his face. The man in the sandals said, "Checkmate".
"This is that Senator in D.C." Other senators also picked up the fundraising phones and all heard a southern accented man squawking. "What were y'all thinking? Of course I understand but, this is SERIOUS! They literally shuttered the International Criminal Court and now they can't find more than half of the criminals!"
"I might know. I might know. I might know what to do." He hung up and everyone else did too. They looked at him.
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