The first draft is still WIP, but the second is being brainstormed a little. I never expect to finish projects. This is a _fictional_ account, intended to _talk about real things via fiction_. I don't attend to the news, so it's all totally wrong and I have very few poignant events. The thorough coverup patterns have been altered to make what is happening more clear. It's June, 2016. A scruffy man approaches somebody on a way to a surgery. They move in a strange pace, a way they haven't walked much before, but they don't think much about it. They're talking to themselves. "Okay, but we're not going to hurt anybody. The gun's just for show. I have somewhere to be, you know?" They walk more purposefully. Suddenly, screaming. "Please! I don't want to do this! I don't like this person but I don't want to kill anybody! Please, oh God, oh God! Please! What is going on??" Tears and blood are flying. The shotgun is discharged three times. The man takes out a knife. "Something's moving my body! Oh my God, don't do this! I don't want to stab her, I don't want to stab her ... ! She's already dead!" The knife gashes a body fifteen times, and that of a bystander as well. Jo Cox lies died. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Murder_of_Jo_Cox "Brexit!" the man's mouth cries, amidst his screams of complaint, as he runs off. [next could be: epstein's death which was called a suicide but has clear public evidence indicating it was murder by prison guard https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Murder_of_Jo_Cox ]