The Vote

Congresswoman Pilar tapped her forehead on the glass.  Smiling as another two bullets lodged themselves in the window, a mere 3cm from her wolfish grimace.  The protests are finally heating up, she thought, leaning back onto the quilted calfskin seat.  Military-Spec bulletproof glass is a bargain at any price.  She refilled her vodka tonic as fists, rocks, chains, street signs, bats, clubs, boots, pipes, bricks, and spit pelted the car.  Not that it matters, she thought, I can vote from here.  The Congresswoman logged in and passed the Rural Development Labor Reform Act into law.  ”Won’t be long now,” she said to herself as the howling mob shook the car.