April 8, 2029

Today there is another big Pilos event at the University of Wisconsin. This time there are five hundred anti-Benedict protestors, and over six hundred Libertarians. There are more educated people per capita in the east, apparently.

At 9:40 A.M. It starts with the usual catcalls. Ted has a wig, beard, and clothing he chose after studying the school website. This time the tiny “Canon of Liberty” is in the right arm of his sunglasses. Very easy to aim accurately. He can even hear it slightly.

Ted begins his march of death. The first target is a big loudmouth ninja, harassing a young couple. He pokes at them with his stick, chanting all manner of foulness, innuendo about the quality if their sex relations, and the usual excretory imaginings. Ted shoots this joker in the side of his neck. The fellow curses, slaps at the point of entry, as if to kill a horsefly, and goes right on with his endless diatribe of rottenness.

Slim pickings today, Ted only shoots eighteen more by the time he reaches the far end of the venue. On the sixteenth of these, a police officer, who watches the nightly news, is standing well behind the protestors, and thinks he sees something in Ted’s demeanor which might suggest criminal motivation.

He follows, and catches up just as Ted is cutting through a small alcove between two buildings. Ted hears him, pulls and cocks his Walter TPH. As he turns, the cop says,

“Excuse me, but…”