A BLACK SEDAN ESCORTED A LIMOUSINE that drove away from a private jet at Kellogg airport. Senator Madeline Cory was in the middle of her political campaign from state to state; now she was in Michigan with an apogee ambition to win the state over.

There were two women with her in the limo — her trusted friend of many years Lucinda Gates — and, the other was Nina Schroeder, her speech-writer.

Cory was upset and threw her speech papers in annoyance...

"This is totally unacceptable! Why can't they provide me with a chopper for my campaign? I am losing valuable time here — and I am going to be late!"

Gates tried to calm her down; saying that the chopper that was promised by the state governor had broken down...

"Calm down, Maddie, we can still make it to Lancing on time by road."

"This is what I hate the most — damn excuses! It is a goddamn slap in the face each time! They should have then got me a replacement if that damn thing is broken!"

*

Two miles ahead, a rowdy crowd of President Rosewood's supporters have blocked the road. They anticipated and were waiting to ambush the Senator's arrival, with their anti-Cory chanting and were also frantically waving placards in their hands.

A spy was in the crowd. She secretly called the chief bodyguard, Abby Blue — who was driving the vehicle ahead, escorting Cory's limo. Abby Blue was advised to divert away from the troublemakers who were waiting onward — and she was then instructed to use the exit to Battle Creek and get out in Route 66. Cory's bodyguard rogered the message, and now she would have a tough time to convince the old lady.

Madeline Cory was fastidious and was a difficult employer, who yelled when things did not turn out to her outcome — though her staff understood that the Senator was having mood swings — since she was weaning from quitting her drinking habit.

The speech-writer was directing Cory to follow the speech script because Michigan was considered as Rosewood's territory — and the voters here were blindly loyal to her...

"Your main focus of emphasis, Senator, should be the population that is greying — whereby, 40% of it being senior citizens making up the current statistics of 98 million women — but, in the next 5 years in the future — the numbers will drop to 85 million when more baby-boomers expire in the country."

Lucinda Gates supported that casuistry and she was also reminding Cory that she should stress that message in her speech later in Lancing — so to let the supporters know that another term of President Ann Rosewood in office was a pure waste of time — because after twelve years of research with the massive spending of billions in dollars — but there was still no cure — to the omnipresence of the Medusa Virus in the atmosphere.

After a distracting beep, the TV screen came on a video-conferencing mode, from bodyguard Abby Blue's car to Cory's limo...

"Senator, the road ahead is blocked by Rosewood supporters — we need to take a detour."

Madeline Cory hissed curses out...

"Damn it, now this! This is pure sabotage — that fucking old hag is as dirty as her mudraking husband that he once was — and why can't the damn local authorities clear the roads for our passage?

"Now, we will be attacked by her bitch-protestors, and what more other shit later!"

Nina Schroeder sighed and voiced softly under her breath...

"Welcome to Rosewood's territory."

*

Both the cars passed a broken-down indigent suburb with hovels which were occupied by lots of emaciated, greying, old citizens of Battle Creek. Some of the old, vagrant women were carrying buckets of potable water for their daily consumption — the living conditions had deteriorated since the tribulation from the virus.

Nina Schroeder looked at the ageing denizens, and she strengthened their campaign's prognosis...

"This is what I am saying, the only activities these old folks here have are their daily survival and attending their neighbour's funeral, Senator Cory. If you can keep driving this greying augment angle in all your campaign speeches — we will soon have the prolific crowd on our side."

Cory was now quiet, observing the neighbourhood out from her window — she was then distracted by a ball-game across the street and also to the blaring out music. Both the cars passed a fenced basketball court where a large group of Black Intersexuals were playing an intense game — loud, hip-hop gangsta-music played from the boom box...

The plethora of street Intersexuals hoodlums boys — seemed to control the neighbourhood.

The bodyguard, Abby Blue spotted a score of younger, Black females in their twenties, running across with the intention of blocking the road ahead of them. She alerted Cory's limo driver on the radio...

"Protesters! Quickly reverse the cars, turn back — we will use the next street."

The cars transposed while the women outside pelted both the vehicles with garbage. Cory strafe to the rotting cabbage leaves splayed on the wind-shield...

"Loyal, dumbass, partisan fools! I will get you all someday!"

The Black kids stopped their basketball game and ran towards the female protesters. The athletic ones chased the cars for a distance but stopped after both the vehicles accelerated to turn to a different road — from their ramshackle Black-neighborhood in Battle Creek, Michigan.

A couple of blocks across, a twelve-year-old White Intersexual peered from a park — and he saw the group of Black kids from another neighbourhood chasing the cars. The sedans came to an intersection — and now turned to a new street heading towards their park...

Some section of the park ground had been converted to a cemetery — due to lack of burial space — the defiled tombstones with graffiti artwork were done by a small cadre of squalid Intersexual street artists, who were spraying the stones, in gaudy colours with their aerosol cans.

The Leader-boy of the 'wiggers' wolf-whistled — and his gang looked up at him pointing at the advancing cars — both vehicles were heading towards their direction. All of them followed their Leader, and the boys raced across the rows of tombstones, engaging in parkour stunts — they oriented fast towards the road to intercept the two black sedans...

The Intersexual boys blocked the road, the cars halted abruptly.

The eight wiggers-graffiti-boys scrutinized the dark tinted glass of the stalled cars — one tried to open the doors — but was locked. Another one of them made funny faces to the aboard occupant's dark window of the vehicle before they all laughed robustly. Some Intersexuals started kicking the tires and drumming on the hood of the limo — while one of them used the camera video of his phone to record their escapade.

Cory stared at the feral, androgynous boys from inside — it exasperated her when one of the boys pressed his exposed bare buttocks cheeks to the window where she was seated — leaving a brown stained spot...

"Fucking animals!

"They are no different than the men before — what they need are leashing around the necks, and whipped like animals," cursed Cory.

The TV screen came on again, with Bodyguard Blue giving them some assurance...

"Stay calm Senator, I will go out and see what I can do, to make them go away."

Cory alerted her with a direct injunction...

"Blue, don't engage in any form of violence out there — because these are Rosewood's puppies — if this incident leaks to the press, they will rip my political career apart."

The TV screen went blank.

Cory further grumbled, remembering the Rosewood's Memorial Day speech, twelve years ago...

"For three terms that senile bitch, Rosewood stayed in office — and has used these freaks to fool the American public. Look what they turn out to be!

"Saviors of the world, my foot!"

The women saw the door of the other car opened...

Leader-boy and his right-hand buddy Number-2 walked over towards bodyguard Abby Blue, who confronted the adolescents...

"Hey, what do you kids want? Why are you blocking the road?"

Leader-boy responded patently...

"This is our road, you wanna pass-thru' — you pay us!"

Number-2 seconded with his rapacious demand...

"Yeah, bitch, pay us two hundred bucks — and us 'Niggas' let you then pass."

"Do you think you own this road? What if I don't pay you?"

"We will spray smileys' on your snatch, bitch," replied Number-2, and he spurted a yellow spot on the window of the car — the unlawful action provoked the confounded bodyguard...

Abby Blue instantaneously grabbed and yanked the boy's arm with the aerosol can...

"What? You still don't wanna pay?" Leader-boy squirted a spot of paint on Blue's suit. This further aggravated the woman in the black suit...

"Hey, damn you!"

Leader-boy challenged her. "What?"

Leader-boy next spurt blue paint on Abby Blue's face...

The blinded bodyguard shoved Leader-boy away — and all the menacing twelve-year-olds surrounded close to her. The bodyguard pulled out her service pistol off her jacket and hollered out at them...

"Stay back, you fuckers!"

"What? You got a gun now, bitch? First, you trespassed on our neighbourhood, and now you wanna shoot us, hah bitch?" dared the cynical Intersexual leader.

Cory saw the situation was heading to disaster after her incompetent bodyguard pulled out her revolver. She next tried to open the car door — but, Lucinda Gates stopped her for safety reasons...

Cory ignored the warning and stepped out — calling aloud to get the attention of the Intersexuals...

"Hey you there, okay, I will pay!"

Number-2 recognized her and he cried out in amazement...

"Hey look, guys — it is that politician woman from the TV!"

"$200, is it? I will pay you!"

Madeline looked back into the car at Lucinda Gates...

"Lu, give me the money now!"

"Money? What money? I only carry plastic."

Leader-boy walked towards Cory shaking his head...

"No, the price just went up, lady. Pay us two thousand bucks now!"

This reviled Cory who castigated out aloud...

"What are you rednecks trying to prove here? Are you trying to extort from a US Senator — you bloody shemale, white-trash, fucks!!?

"I am not going to pay you a single cent!"

The pack of Intersexuals was in a snit, each one of them pulled out cans of paint in both hands. It jolted Cory when they came menacingly closer...

The senator hastily got back into the car and locked herself inside with the other women.

*

A large welcoming group of supporters and the media were gathered in a field decorated with banners — everyone was waiting for the Senator Cory's arrival into Lancing. They gazed towards the direction of clanking sound of empty aerosol cans tied to the bumpers of both approaching sedans.

The sight astounded many but the younger crowd was amused — they were clapping and cheering to see the cars being canvases to a great extent in painted kitsch graffiti.

The press cameras flashed — and the marching band orchestrated the tune of Yankee Doodle.