"I was on Concourse B when those TSA goons pulled their game of "freeze'."
The two glanced at one another.
"I saw what happened," the man said tightly, visibly shaken. "All these uniforms came running down the hall, yelling for everyone to stop. They hugged the walls, and barked at anyone who moved. Scary stuff. I guess they must have blocked access around where we were, because nobody else tried walking through. Anyway, two people protested. One was a girl about Marla's age. I guess the other one was her boyfriend. She was worried about her kid sister, who'd wandered off."
They clasped hands nervously.
Larry looked towards his right, then back at the camera. "They screamed at her. Threatened to have them both arrested. I'll tell you, that kid had spunk. She went right up to one of them, pleading for help finding her sister. Then one of the goons radioed for help. In seconds it seemed, there were three guys in camou, pointing rifles at the two of them."
He looked down, caught his breath, then continued. "Ned, the government lied. Those two people they killed weren't terrorists. They were innocent. Her name was Maria. Before they cut the news feed here, we saw a security cam clip of her kid sister crying. Maybe you've seen it by now. Her name is Flora, and she's here with me now."
The camera rotated towards the girl, and then back. Larry frowned. "Ned, you once told me you were hooked up with an indy media group. Post this. Pass it on. Get the word out before things get out of hand. The terrorist story they built from this is a sham. They may pull a false flag hit on some city somewhere to run up a body count for the propaganda machine. You have to stop them."
Frannie's jaw dropped. "Holy crap! What are going to do?"
"You heard him. Post it. Pass it on."
"But who'll believe us? We don't know where thing even came from."
"Yeah, we do. You saw the kid. It's real, all right. And as for what one person can do, all it took was two people defying an order to get the entire country under Martial Law. Hand me some CD-Rs. I'll make copies. Find someone to tell."