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pocket of the UTZ!” We don’t meet and he says, “See! They obviously have something to hide! They’re not meeting because of what I said! They’re pretending that Campion isn’t an advisor to Edwards! Campion’s dodging the media! That proves what I said!
    Blah blah blah blah blah…
    I’ve got a bad feeling about this…
    “No media past this point!”
    An LSC Officer barks at BC’s entourage as BC approaches the polls. “You all know that,” the man with the badge admonishes BC’s following. “No media within one hundred meters of any polling place, that’s the law!”
    “Thank you, officer,” BC says to the LSC. The man grunts back at him
    Personable. Nice fucking guy. Least he keeps them at bay…
    BC signs in, heads for the curtained voting booth, and casts his vote for Edwards. He draws back the curtain of the voting booth and looks around the polling place, looking for an exit different from the way he came in. He sees one, off across the other side of the room.
    Time to escape my entourage…
    BC ducks out the side door. He looks around. The media hounds seem to be unaware of this exit from the polling place. None of them are in sight.
    BC jogs down the corridor towards the main dome. He makes his way over to McGrady’s Pub. Edwards is using the pub as his election headquarters for the day today and, hopefully, for his victory celebration tonight.
    I might as well show up there now, and hide out in the corner. Try to hide in plain sight…
    BC finds the pub nearly empty. He waits after he gets inside, listening for the door to open again behind him and the media to swarm.
    There’s silence.
    BC smiles.
    “Hey. You okay?” the bartender calls over.
    “I’m okay,” BC says, looking back over his shoulder.
    BC stands there for a moment, still waiting for the media hounds to follow his trail into McGrady’s. Still nothing.
    BC is still smiling.
    “You expecting someone?” the bartender asks him.
    “Oh, I hope not,” BC says.
    “Uh huh,” the bartender grunts, “Well, so far so good, huh? “
    BC laughs. “So far…”
    “BC!” Edwards calls over from a table in the center of the pub. Julius Spears and his son are sitting there with him, along with two of Edward’s aides. BC walks over.
    “I’m not sure it’s a good idea for you to be here,” Spears says to BC as he reaches the table.
    “Tough,” BC says, dismissing the man with a word. He turns away from Spears and toward Edwards.
    “Marc, I just voted and lost the media that were trailing me. Mind if I hide out here in a corner somewhere and read, or knit, or something?”
    Edwards laughs. “Thanks!” He smiles. “That’s the first laugh, hell, first time I’ve even smiled today,”
    Edwards says. Then his face falls back into a frown.
    “It’s bad, BC. The poll we did late last night was horrible. McEntyre’s gonna win, and he’s probably gonna win big.”
    “You never know,” BC cautions Edwards, tries to raise his spirits. “Maybe when people get in the booth to vote, and see both names, they’ll go, ‘oh yeah, Daniel McEntyre, he’s that asshole’ and realize they’ve gotta vote for you. See? It’s simple.”
    “Damn, never realized you were such an optimist, BC,” Edwards says. He laughs ironically. Julius Spears gets up from the table. “Come on, son, we’re leaving,” he says to the boy. As the kid gets up, Spears turns to Edwards. “I’m not staying where my advice is clearly being ignored. Good luck, Governor.”
    “Thanks, Julius. I know you tried to help. Good luck with the agency.”
    “Right. Thank you,” Spears replies. He and his son leave the pub.
    “Have a seat, BC, looks like we’ve got the room,” Edwards jokes half-heartedly.
    “Actually, Marc, I wasn’t kidding about hiding in the corner,” BC says.
    “Really?”
    “Really. The media have been merciless!”
    “Like you’re telling me anything,” Edwards says with a chuckle. “Well, go ahead, hide away.”
    “Thanks