at some point it in the next paragraph, the telltale red dots of laser gunsights zero in and dance on m's chest
If we reached a balance with more comfort... obviously ...than the frontier days, but where nature aswell was comfortable and no longer in danger of capsizing, flopping over into something really, really nasty, we might reach a balance point where we hear that in our cities, a few babies each year are stolen by wolves, or bears, or bobcats, or something. And,as sick as this sounds, I would still find it was better than loosing millions to pollution in a world of global warming climate change where they probably didn't have a chance for a future anyway."
AGENTS RUSH IN AND CAPTURE MARK
there is a scuffle of confusion and official identities are not revealed right away. In the shuffle the camera sees one agent wearing and AK47. The camera is assaulted first from the angle of itself and then from the new observer perspective (use elura or other possibly buy $5 vhs camera). Camera man shouting, "He, hey, hey!" is tackled, camera confiscated, and dragged off screen with hands in plastic ties. The new observer angle is hand held, and should be shown once as being filmed by one of the agents to reinforce this. (may need 2 el cheapo cameras)
Whenever mark asks who they are his query is met with forceful orders and physical restraint and abuse like throwing him to the ground holding him in place with a boot on his back while others try to drag him off saying come with us don't resist, as if his honest and legal question was itself a physical attempt to resist arrest, escape, or assault the frighteningly aggressive and so far anonymous perpetrators of the assault.
Once the "heros" have him "subdued", ie they have escalated things to the point where he is beaten down to the degree that he no longer feels it is safe to ask questions,one of the agents demands
aj: "Is your name mark?"
m: "What?"
AJ (agent johnson) practically yelling: "Mark Gleason?"
M (mark) : "Yes?"
aj: "Are you sure?"
m: "Yes?"
aj: "Alias Livid Tomatoes?"
m: "Well... uh ...that's the name of my production company.... uh..."
AGENT J DOES NOT LIKE THIS AND SIGNALS FOR THE AGENT WITH HIS BOOT ON M'S BACK TO LEAN HARDER.
aj actually yelling this time: "Are you Livid Tomatoes!!!!!!?"
m struggling to speak: "Y.. y... yes, yes... arrrgh!"
aj quite calmly now, flips out his badge (perhaps the vonnegut DHS one) and puts it in m's face saying...
aj: "Agent Johnson, Department of Homeland security."
At this point the others flip out their badges announcing who they are the same way but add the specific agency (secret service division etc) at the end.
aj: "All right guys, go search the van."
A few of the agents leave screen.
aj: "I just want to know one thing, what made you think you could get away with it?"
m confused: "What are you talking about?"
aj: Mocking "Talking about? Talking about?..... You goddamn subversive insurgent terrorists can't fool me! You understand goddamn well what I'm talking about. What I don't understand, goddamn it, is how you could be a terrorist.......... in... your... OWN... goddamn country!"
m: "What? I'm not a terrorist! I just make videos."
The agents who "searched" the van start returning. The first is holding a pistol or two, holding it by the finger guard with a pencil. The second is wearing rubber gloves and holding the AK47 between two fingers by the tip of the barrel.
agent1 (a1): "Look what we found boss."
aj: "Oh, ho,ho. Look what we have here. What do you call these..... video disks? Your kind makes me sick."
m: starting to loose it a bit and chuckling at the absurdity of it "You can't be serious. Those aren't mine. You planted those.... this is insane! Wait till I get a lawyer, I'm gonna sue the hell out of you."
a2 holding up a large plastic bag of weed with a few joints pre-rolled inside: "Check this out boss." and the looking at m, "Look familiar junkie?"
m looking a bit sheepish: "Yeah, ok, that's mine. It's just a bit of pot though. What's the big deal? Those guns aren't mine!"
aj: "I don't believe you, you terrorist thug, and nobody else is going to believe you either. Drugs are how you probably finance your terrorist activities, I mean, the energy crisis is a matter of national security, and just look at what all they found in your van."
aj waves at an array of weapons laid out on the ground or on a blanket. The weapons are laid out for display like one of those small caches of weapons found in a house in iraq and photographed for the six o'clock news. As the camera pans across the individual weapons a voice describes each one. It is a new voice belonging to someone we have not yet seen. The voice is even and terrifyingly emotionless.
As the voice drones on, m protests: "You can't do this, you can't do this, this is america... you have no right to do this...etc."
A quality of judicial indignation betrays itself now in the emotionless voice when the owner of the voice is revealed to be a general in a big hat (g). He glares down at m.
g: "Sub-clause 37b dash 9 stroke six of The Uniting and Strengthening America by Providing Appropriate Tools Required to Intercept and Obstruct Terrorism Act of 2001 gives me the inalienable authority to requisition any and all action or means necessary to fulfill the interception and obstruction terrorism. Double under sub-clause 9 stroke 1 stroke one, states, 'Pre-emptive arrests, executions, and...', well.... I can't divulge the exact contents of any double under sub-clause, nor even confirm or deny their existence, but rest assured, justice is legal and inevitable... it's the law.
The trial is over, bring him along men, lets finish this job."
end with m being shot in the head like famous vietnam photo/footage of General Nguyễn Ngọc Loan executing either Nguyễn Văn Lém or Le Cong Na.
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