2012 09 05 5

Wed Sep 5 2072

'Camp Panhandle', Far East Warrens: Two dozen urban camouflaged pup tents, razor wire, paid off gang bangers, and a store front church.
In a back room lit only by the glow of a trideo Caleb laughs, the refugee-soldiers laugh. They watch presidential contenders elbow each other for ideological room on the trid. Everyone will soon know the plight of their people too. A tied up and tortured troll munches on his gag. Caleb turns him to ash.
Caleb laughs. The refugees laugh.

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