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You're in a swoon, too shocked to feel pain, resigned to your end. Dimly through your half-faint you hear the sound of sirens, and become aware of dozens of police arriving, to the protests of the inflamed mob.
"Let us finish what we started" the goons in the mob cry.
"You're not the law," the police captain growls. "Take them downtown for questioning," he barks to the police officers.
The mob is rounded up and packed into paddy wagons, as news helicopters overhead capture the scene for broadcast. You feel friendly hands load you onto a gurney, as medics prepare to carry you into the ambulance waiting nearby.
"Excuse me," a man in a trenchcoat says, thrusting his business card upon you. You take it, uncertain. "I'm an attorney. You could probably use some help."
"Thanks," you say.
One of the paramedics gives your hand a squeeze as your ambulance speeds toward the hospital. "You'll be ok," he says, smiling. "I'm amazed at how self-righteous these idiots feel about their hate crimes."
"You got that right," you say. "What a lovely bunch. Each one a barrel of laughs."
Written by Justin Denardi (edited by wanderer)