As the bus reaches city limits, government thugs swarm it for their routine check. Everyone tenses up, passports in hand, as they prepare to answer a litany of questions about why they're headed from Hartford to Boston today.
Today, their wrath is focused on a five year old child that cannot stop crying. The agent pulls his sidearm and shoves it in the mother's eye socket, screaming loudly to shut her "crotch goblin" up before he paints the bus window with both of their brains.
Nobody says anything to stop them. Everyone is too afraid.
ICE is the only authority anywhere these days.