Always Has Informants
Travel, to the brown ants, was insistent, energetic and flowing. At
once, Myrrh coughed nervously, a habit whenever she was under
pressure. Peering down at the insects coursing along the low
concrete wall she sat on had been a diversion. For a short while
she thought about something other than cigarettes. The summer
afternoon's nagging reminder was in fact the curling odor of the
tobacco sticks from nearby. Men stood trading the neighborhood
gossip, raucously laughing after a half whispered conversational
nugget, on the corner near her trash laden resting place. It was
alcohol she could use right then.
Recently, five or six women, like Myrrh but passionate to a greater degree
about the cause, had introduced an idea of unbreakable allegiance.
Loyalty to the cause was actually declared after internal
weaknesses had almost torn the group apart. The mission to reform
from within starting with the core committees shocked the
leadership, which was more used to purges than principled surges.
By the time that the old guard had gotten wind of the honesty of
especially C. Zetta Hawkes, there was a move afoot for the door. A
sober challenge to the leadership of the group was certainly, for
eyes that could truly see, enough to brush off the charisma and
flashy repetition of doctrine thundered down from on high.
Modus Operandi Remains The Same
Like the ants who raced one another to an unseen nest to prove
their solidarity, a contest to acclaim that the women were right grew
legs among the general membership which had climbed to almost eighty
card carriers. In a few days, a halo was going to be tarnished.
Hawkes would herself be accused of wrongdoing.
But all that Myrrh could see in her agitated mind's fuzzy state was
a cigarette, in her long brown fingers, tapped to activate
something electronic in the package. The latest meeting was a brief one and
she had gotten what she needed from the recording. The rest was committee notes gotten when no one was looking. Within seconds, she knew she had five thousand dollars
and an airplane ticket to the east coast.
The hand-over of documents to the Feds just days later was the easy
part. It seemed that way at the time.
Now she was grinding away the time in a new city, trying to make sense of her life.
She sweated, droplets almost blocking the way of the ants at
her feet before they evaporated on the steaming pavement.
Destroying the organization made her shiver despite the sun's heat.
Worse, in a half hour, she had a new group to worm into.
31 July 2014
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