“Eeeek! What are you doing?” Dharma asked her brother.
“Dharma, please stop your whining, and stay right there!” Greg ordered her. He engaged his drill again into the floor of her room making sure she didn’t take off. Sirens were going off in the distance.
Greg pulled out a floorboard and retrieved a box. Guns. “What is this?” Dharma asked.
“Follow me,” Greg ordered while grabbing her hand. They left their house and entered the forest. Greg met up with twelve other men, all carrying weapons. “It’s time,” he told them, “It must be done.”
That was the day the revolution started. Dharma could still remember Greg frantically drilling for his revolutionary tools, weapons, and meeting his “cell.” Greg’s group of revolutionaries was so expansive that the state could not keep them under control.
“Is that all?” the interrogator asked.
Dharma paused. “No,” she said, “Now it’s time for me to leave and do what I should of done from the start.”
The walls exploded and the interrogator was shot. Dharma walked towards her brother. “Hey sis, believe me now?”