Chapter 63: Rules of the base.
This was the second confrontation Sunshine was facing that day and it was not making her a very happy woman. Helena Drew had been named "Mouthquake" by a reporter that she called incompetent. The name had caught on because she had the tendency to detonate every time she opened her mouth.
It was understandable in her line of work, after all, she was a politician and for most of them, every sentence was like a performance, a debate, a rally cry, a plea for likes and popularity. But this was not the time or place for her loud opinions.
Corporal Isaac Drew moved towards his wife and tugged on her arm. "Helena." He hissed at her.
Helena shrugged his hand away. "We may be on their turf, but we still have rights. And frankly I was not on board with this whole moving here thing. I don’t believe in the apocalypse hoax."
Someone whispered in the crowd, "I knew Mouthquake would create trouble, she was not happy to be crammed into a truck like the rest of us."
Hades moved closer to Sunshine and intervened before she could smash someone to death with the hammer whose head she was touching.
"My wife loves our children, and she has always treated them fairly, not that it is any of your business. If you feel like your child is not safe here, then go and build your own base or move back to your home."
Rori Quinn picked up a megaphone and shouted into it. "Yes, if you don’t like it here just go back where you came from. This is not a prison, Mouthquake and my daughter-in-law has not handcuffed you." She looked around. "If anybody feels the same way, they can just mosey their way out of here."
A soft knowing look passed between two women; Sunshine’s silent thank you glowing brighter than words.