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THE FURY AT COLONUS Alexander Jablokov The only black ambulance in the city stopped in the littered area at the rear of Police HQ. The siren, unsuccessfully repaired many times, sounded like a sobbing infant, one too tired or despairing to cry properly. The dark-cloaked figure of the Fury rolled out of the back and fell to the pavement. Without seeing if his unwelcome passenger had landed safely, the driver gunned the engine, and the ambulance whimpered off. Nice to see you back, maam, the desk sergeant said from behind his bulletproof glass, scrolling a schematic smile across the LEDs of the overhead announcement board. The Fury peeled a flattened Coca Cola cup from her dark coat and dropped it on the floor. It was a hot day, the sunlight molten on the worn squares of the floor, but the Fury kept her ankle-length coat buttoned up to her neck. Only the ends of her thick fingernails stuck out of the over-long sleeves. Her hair was long and stiff with dried blood. She walked past the rows of desks and the whispers followed her. Back? Long one, this time. Rough. Maybe next time she wont -- Shh! Bad luck. Did you hear what happened? Popped Oedipuss head like a watermelon, when she finally caught up to him. Dont know why it took so long, with those bad feet of his Popped his head? Right between her hands. Oh, come on. A watermelons impossible, much less a skull. Think you could do that? Hey, I dont know. Maybe those empty eye sockets made it easier, gave a pressure release or something. I saw the autopsy photos. Here, I got em in my desk. You are a swine. Can I see? The Fury opened the door to her office. She had already noted the absence of her name on the frosted glass, and so was prepared for the empty room with its cracked plasterboard and Burger King bag crumpled in a corner. Her heavy desk had left gouges in the floor. As she examined the abandoned space, the