Black-clad

"Yes, you are exactly right. You have called the wayward child by its proper name," repliec the thin black-clad man in a deferential manner as he bowed his head briefly toward the black-clad woman, who had asked the question.

An without warning they appear, the black-clad men, holding automatic rifles, their faces callous, their hands bloody, their three-cornered eyes hard.

Once again, those black-clad figures make a kind of grim visual poetry from the moment.