It had been my idea to make the password a joke, but when I pitched it I didn’t realise how childish it would really be. Still, the comrades seemed to get a kick out of it, with even the grouchiest old radical occasionally grinning – albeit reluctantly – at the immature humour of it all. Brothers and sisters newly accepted would often be perplexed when first introduced, thinking that this was some sort of prank we played on the rookies. Being able to have a laugh at something so stupid was a good way to settle any tension between the experienced and young insurrectionists, and it helped get the whole bonding process going.
This comradely amusement rapidly dissipated when some fucker – an anarcho-capitalist libertarian type, or so we speculated – began blackmailing us, using the handle ‘Rev. Ilyushin’. His first message to our collective made it clear that he would go to the authorities unless we did his or her bidding. From then on, the cowardly extortionist forced us to perform increasingly dangerous tasks in return for his silence; robberies, muggings, assassinations… A whole slew of criminal activities.
The joke wasn’t funny any more.
Solidarity, brothers & sisters…Ⓐ