He Smirked, Called Me “The Family’s IT Girl,”

clicked open under my thumbs.

Inside was a hard-shell tablet, a red folder, and a folded set of black stars on dark fabric.

Field insignia.

For public movement.

The red folder had my call sign stamped across the top in block letters:

BLACK ECHO – AUTHORITY TRANSFER

I opened it right there, with barbecue smoke still in the air and my uncle standing six feet continue reading …