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By Joshua Allen
Colleen Gohrman's face and into the deep recesses of her walking
Colleen, who had been blown clean over by the wind. The pulsing
boom of its jets faded out as the Apache thumped its way toward
the other side of town. It was gone for now, but it would be
back.
"I honestly think they're blowing this whole thing way out
She didn't trust the government, she didn't trust the military,
she didn't trust the media--but her real archenemy was the Food
and Drug Administration and what she called their evil twin, the
"Mrs. O'Baily, I don't know how you can say such a thing. I
Television."
imagination. What can't they fake these days? More than likely,
like this?"
"Sure they do. I'm sorry Miss Gohrman but that's the way
different."
Colleen shook her head and picked her bags of groceries off
the street, brushed the gravel off her jacket, and crossed the
down the road, she stopped to rest her hands. She rubbed them
roared back into view, swooping down over the buildings to her
right. She looked up at the wrong time and got a face full of
dust and gravel. She spit the dust from her mouth, expecting the
her. She had to shut her eyes and cover her mouth and nose with
her sleeve to keep from choking, which left no way to block the
when she opened her eyes, they were met with stinging dirt. What
she had ever done anything wrong, but because it was just
looking at her. Checking her out. She felt dirty, like the ship
was violating her, like she was standing on the street naked.
"What the hell was that all about?" Colleen said aloud. She
looked at her groceries. Her milk was in the gutter, but, while
the dirt off with her sleeve. Putting it back in her bag, she
realized her napkins were gone. She saw no trace of the napkins
damage.
Colleen giggled and shook her head. She couldn't deny she
that were rolling up and down the streets and by the fact that
personal vehicles had been banned during the crisis, but she
refused to go as far as people like Mrs. O'Baily and think they
toward home. The Apache zoomed over twice more before she
reached her house, each time paying her no more mind than it
would any other non-criminal. Colleen entered her house and was
greeted by the mewling whines of her cats. The two of them, Mr.
Buttons and Miss Red, rubbed her legs and generally made
Colleen opened the bag with her milk and found a puddle in
the bottom. The milk had a slow leak she hadn't seen. "Poodle!
Oh poodle! Poodle! I'm sorry Miss Red, but the milk spilled.
You'll just have to eat Fancy Feast like everyone else until
tomorrow."
Mister Buttons's dish, but he didn't like milk and Miss Red
would probably eat that too. The rest of the milk she dumped
into the sink. Such a waste, but nothing smelled worse than old
rotten milk in the fridge and her pitcher was already full of
what looked like a camouflage ball cap pulled down over his
large pistol strapped to his thigh. Behind the man with the
of paper up.
and she submitted to his scan. "Sorry, ma'am, it's SOP. I'm
left Hile sitting on standing outside her door when she led him
into the living room. She offered him coffee and before he could
protest much, she put a fresh cup of coffee in his hand and
mumbled that instant was the best she could do and reassured him
that she took pride in the sacrifice. Meanwhile, Miss Red the
tabby was snuggling up to the new visitor. Miss Red had always
been a bit of a slut, so her behavior didn't surprise Colleen.
couldn't deny to herself that she was nervous. The gun, the
done nothing.
"What if I told you that this whole thing was no more than
a drill?"
like a rare jewel from Africa set against her old faded couch
residue. "Funny you should mention Mrs. Baily. How well do you
know her?"
"'Sergeant-major,' ma'am."
Apache to pass.
couch. Gould picked up his enormous gun. There was a bang that
made Colleen jump. What remained after was a puff of foul-
Colleen put her hand to her mouth and was surprised to find
insist on that." Gould set his gun back down. "The problem is
Colleen turned her attention away from her dead cat to the
mean little man sitting next to her. Then she saw the map. A led
would have believed before we arrested her. But, since she was
making sense."
head. "But her theories are stupid. The FDA and USDA are not
About all of it. So, our secondary mission, the sub-mission, the
"I can show you how to get into her house. Her house is
just like mine. I can show you the secrets." Colleen leaned
nothing that you know that we couldn't easily figure out. No,
between her eyes. "I'd let you pull the trigger personally. If
we kill her, her subscribers will call her a martyr. Worse than
Gould undid the rubber band from the clipboard, pulled the
piece of paper from the top, and set it down in front of her. He
the floor. Colleen heard a thump as she picked up the paper and
read.
cease and desist. And I don't want you to worry, Miss Gohrman;
it will look like an accident. The only person that will know it
O'Baily."
anymore. He was scratching his nose with his gun, using the
Gould. 'Mrs.'" Colleen set the letter down. "This idea--did you
relations for many years. He would tell you, had he been able to
lay off fatty foods, that all she'll do with this drivel is
hard evidence."
fight one crazy old woman is with a nice, sympathetic old woman.
"Yes, ma'am."
Gould handed her the gun, then leaned forward, eyes wide
and eager to hear her plan. "Of course, just an old widow won't
have done something quite brave. Then will come the parades, her
Gould?"
status?"
imagine how I would react if some rogue military man came into
this monstrosity."
surely did."
Gould laughed.
"We won't need Hile, Sgt. Gould." She pointed the gun at
him, flicked off the safety. The rest was elementary at this
She pointed the gun at him. "Now. Raise your hand like you're
coming at me.
"Are you sure this is the best way, Mrs. Gohrman. It seems
like my way had its advantages. How will you run a newspaper or
raised high. He could attack her, probably knock the gun out of
her hand at this range. But if he did that, his plan was over.
"Miss Red may have been a slut. But you should not have killed
her. Honestly!"