Fire with fire

Yep, same old Caroline, mused Daisy. Anal as a room full of toilets.

‘You knew we were going to blow that bastard up,’ said Prime.

‘Well, you have to check that the right people are inside, don’t you?’ said Daisy, rallying slightly. ‘Give them a chance to see the error of their ways and repent their sins, that sort of thing’  That year as a priest had done wonders for her vocabulary.

Caroline/Tert navigated onto the on-ramp of a nearby freeway. They were heading towards the ominous dark towers of a nearby city.

‘Well, let’s hope he’s finally dead,’ said Prime.

‘Yes, let’s.’ Daisy couldn’t think of a subtle way to get more information, so she took the direct approach. ‘So…why was he killed again?’

Caroline glanced angrily at Daisy.

‘Look! I woke up on a train track this morning’ said Daisy defensively.

‘What the hell were you doing on a train track?’ asked Prime, fiddling with a small black device which looked for all the world to be a powder compact, or at least an electronically enhanced one. A small green light burst into life, then started flashing.

‘No idea,’ said Daisy honestly. ‘What’s that?’

‘You got amnesia too?’ asked Caroline sarcastically. ‘I always knew you’d be the weak link in this operation. The Sisterhood had better be right about you.’

‘I’m having a bad day!’ Daisy reacted like she’d been slapped. Again. ‘I haven’t had a coffee all morning, and I’ve got someone inside my skull testing bombs. All right? And that little fuck hit me in the face.’ She sucked her lip, then  added: ‘I hope he’s the one that was burning.’

They left the freeway just south of the city, and drove through an area that could not be considered prime real estate. The black-charred corpses of cars lay by the side of the road, and inside them, the toothless grins of their former owners gave the whole area a vaguely jaunty feeling, like someone had forgotten to clear up the Halloween decorations.

‘This is nice,’ said Daisy in a tone that indicated the opposite. ‘Homey.’

Prime, put the compact into her bag.

‘Done your face?’ asked Daisy. ‘What’s the brand?’

‘We have a job to do,’ said Caroline. ‘You must remember.’

‘A hint would be nice.’ Daisy said huffily. She didn’t like this reality at all. It wasn’t getting any better.

They stopped at the end of a narrow alleyway. The gear-stick pushed into Neutral, Tert turned in her seat to address Daisy.

‘See that building at the end there?’ she asked.

‘Barely,’ said Daisy with a frown.

‘That’s the home of the bastard that had our sisters killed,’ she continued. ‘He told the all-male police force to firebomb the cars the women were using to blockade parliament.’

‘Ah,’ thought Daisy. That explained the Halloween display.

‘He introduced Women-At-Home legislation, outlawed contraception and rolled back equal opportunity and sex discrimination laws. The press are interviewing him now at an open air questions and answers session.’

‘Fair enough,’ said Daisy, glancing upwards at the sky. ‘Nice weather for it.’

‘He’s a bastard and he’s going to die.’