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mostly “Trucker Bombs”, bottles of liqueur filled with urine. Occasionally, we would find discarded, unopened beer tossed to avoid a DUI, or just plain laziness. Just before we reached the wide corner, I saw something flash out of the corner of my eye. I walked off into the brush to find it. There she was among the weeds; a partially buried, shiny coin. I quickly scooped it up. I took my water bottle out of my backpack and washed the dirt off my new found treasure. Once I realized what it was, it caused quite a commotion with the boys. There were a lot of celebratory cheers. I have kept this coin with me since, and every time I need advice I toss my Maiden of Salvation into the air to settle it once and for all.
    Also in the drawer was my Zippo lighter with its engraved cross, and my silver pentagram. Both were gifts to me and I cherish them deeply. The Zippo was a gift from a catholic priest. We used to have deep theological discussions, and once, during a heated discussion, admitted that even I tested his faith. Soon after that, he gave me that Zippo, not that he condones my views, but wanted me to have something to remember him by. He passed away in his sleep 3 months later, and I have kept it since. The pentagram is the most prized possession I have. It's made of my favorite metal and is shaped in the most intriguing symbol I have ever encountered. I keep it hanging from a silver necklace around my neck so as to hold it close to my heart. I feel naked without it and, for some reason, I believe it protects me. Since I was a child, I have been drawn to the symbol of the five pointed star, and I can't actually say why. I know it's one of the symbols that have never been explained throughout society. It has no origin, and no explanation of where it comes from. It doesn’t really matter. It makes me feel at home and that is all that matters.
    Eve enters the room and wheels me out into the hall.
    “It's time, Haus, your first mission. We suspect that there is a weak link in Healy Defense Inc, or HDI for short. They are a private security firm that we contract with in Latin America. Your mission is to sniff him out. So let's get you down to the CCC and get you set up.” Reese says with conviction.
    “The CCC?” I ask.
    “That would be your working station. We call it the CCC. We cleared out all of the technicians so you have a clear playing field. You'll need something first before you enter it.”
    Reese reaches into his pocket and produces a lanyard with an ID badge.
    “You will also need this..” Reese places a small USB drive, the shape of a small tombstone, in my hand.
    “How did you get this?” I asked.
    “The police confiscated it from your room when you were arrested, and we simply made it disappear as misplaced evidence. We wouldn’t have bothered to retrieve it, but RedneK insisted we claim it. He said that a fox keeps his eggs away from the hens nest. Not sure what he meant by that, but he was confident that tombstone contained everything you needed.” Reese adjusted his collar and instructed Eve to follow him down the hallway.
    We walk past the desk, and down the hallway toward the service elevator. Reese stops in front of the service elevator and presses the down button. We wait for the elevator door to open then step inside. The door closes. I can see the panel B3, B2, B1, G,F1,F2 buttons are glowing. We wait in silence for a few moments then Reese begins to speak into the air.
    “Edith, initiate voice recognition.” Reese says.
    “Protocol acknowledged, Director Thomas Reese identified. What is your command?” Edith’s voice plays on the overhead speaker in the elevator. It's very refined, soft, and has the accent of a southerner. Without the formalities, it sounds surprisingly human.
    “Edith, floor 13, Central Computer Command.” Reese barks.
    “13 central coming soon, and god speed you director Reese.”
    I have a tendency to notice subtle things, both in conversation, and in my