The air around her was vibrating. She stood on the stage and absorbed the energy. It was time. Halfway through the debate, clockwork.
She didn't see it, but in her heightened state knew the plan was operational.
The Giant Housefly flew right over her head at exactly 3.01 meters, just catching the toxic esters radiating upwards from her perfect hair. Only the fly could sense the Deet, which she had thoroughly covered herself in.
Perfect planning. The fly honed right in on the slathered-in-pomade head of her nemesis.
A fly to shit.