The next several days at work I talked about the Knights of Discord and the possibilities of their actions. I maintained my conviction that the government would shut them down if they got too rowdy. About a week went by of the same thing over and over. I wanted to move on to more pressing news, like the congressional elections that would be happening in six months, but the Boss told me to “maintain course” like a ship’s captain.
More pressing news happened during one of my broadcasts with Jake.
“We can probably expect these Knights to fade out like so many other movements that have happened in the past,” I was saying.
Jake received some papers from our intern Kassie, scanned them, and began to announce. “Well, I’d agree with you Paul if I didn’t just get this interesting piece of news. Apparently officials in the neighboring states of Minnesota have publicly announced a loss of contact with the police force in Minnesota. I’m pretty sure that this is a move made by our one and only Knights of Discord.”
“Perhaps this will wake the sleeping giant called our government, and they’ll send in someone to check this out.”
“Whoa, I’m not done, Paul. There are also reporting’s of vandalism upon government property including court houses, mailboxes, the post offices, and even the capitol building in Wisconsin. Somebody’s making a serious statement here by doing this.”
Just then I received a few papers of my own from Kassie. I scanned them over. The information they contained confirmed and copied what Jake just announced. Also, the National Guard in the area was being called in to lend a hand to the police forces. Finally, the government was stepping in to clean up this issue.
“Well, Jake, that is some substantial news, but also the National Guard has been called into the area to help out the police. What do you think about that?”
“I think, if I were a revolutionary group of anarchists, I’d begin escalation and hope that my cause will rise above all others.”
“We shall see won’t we? I suspect this is the end for the Knights, and they should pack their bags and go home in peace before they go to prison – or worse – in pieces.”
“Well that’s up to them isn’t it? Let’s hear what our listeners have to say about this new set of events.”
“Alright, Fred, from Wisconsin, what do you have to say?”
“Thank you guys for having me. I gotta say it’s scary. I went to work today and seeing the destruction these Knights left at the capitol. It’s scary. If they did this without anyone seeing, then imagine what they can do. If something isn’t done and done fast I can say for sure that these guys aren’t going anywhere soon.”
“Ok, Fred, what exactly did they do to the building and how do you know it’s the Knights that did it?”
“There’s a mess of spray paint graffiti saying ‘the Knights of Discord are here’ and ‘fight the system’ and stuff. It looks like the set fire to several things and left them lying there burning. The front doors were broken down and some of the display cases were broken with their contents either burned or torn to pieces. None of the police or security on duty at the time knew it happened, but I think some of them might actually be secret agents of the Knights.”
This was news, first-hand information. I could tell by the sound of this man’s voice that he was telling the truth and nothing but the truth, and he was scared. I felt a chill run down my spine. I now realized that I have been underestimating the Knights of Discord and that if I continued to do so I would be stupid. There was no way I’d let myself continue to look like an idiot.
“Thank you for this news, Fred,” I said, probably sounding a little stunned. “Now for the opinion of Kaitlin from Virginia. You’re on the air.”
After some more insights onto the Knights of Discord leading to some lengthy chats between Jake, our callers, and I, I finally went home. Jenna had seen some news earlier that day, and it confirmed what Fred had said and that was very uncomfortable. That night we didn’t do anything but watch a movie and go to sleep. I tried to push the thoughts of the Knights out of my mind, but to no avail, because I dreamed about them.